𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

3 ~ Settling In

Ruth Rogers

After pulling up to the huge fucking house, (Like fucking huge. Mansion shit), meeting my future husband, who seems nice and fucking hot, I get taken to my room that was placed next to Toms.

It's cosy, like my room at home, just bigger. The bed is off to the side with banisters on the corners, holding up see-through curtains. A walk in closet to my left, next to the bathroom and a desk on the far wall, next to the bay window. It'll be fun to decorate it, but it only puts a pit in my stomach as I remember I'm staying here because I'm marrying a man I've just met.

I unpack my clothes, placing them neatly on hangers and in the shelves and baskets. My shoes aligned perfectly in the new wardrobe. It even has a makeup station, how cool.

The bathroom is grey tiles all around it. The shower is open with glass as a cover. The bath sits on top of the floor, under a window. The view was breath taking: over looking the Thames as the water shimmered in the autumn glow.

I sighed, walking out of the bathroom, deciding to have a shower. I put my pyjamas on my bed along with fresh underwear and head back into the bathroom. I turn on the water, allowing it to heat up as I get undressed.

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The shower was refreshing, thought I cried for most of it, it was nice. I brushed my teeth and got into the sheets of my new bed with my plush. I know I'm 18, but sometimes I need Jonathan to comfort me. I close my eyes, trying to drift off to sleep. But I can't.

I groan, tossing to the side to grab my phone to look at random shit to get me in the mood to sleep. I log onto Instagram, looking at what everyone's doing when I stumble upon a new post from Estelle... And some blonde chick?

Happy 2 months to the girl of my dreams xxx

What. The. Fuck. I throw my phone on the carpet and scream into my pillow. Not only did she break up with me on my birthday, she's been cheating on me for 2 fucking months. I sob into the pillow, it gradually getting damp with tears as I hiccup and gasp. My breathing slows as my tears stop falling, but I hardly realise, too caught up I the feeling of sleep that drowned me.

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I woke up to a gentle tapping at my door. I let out a groggy 'come in' turning around to face Harry. In the car ride here, he was nice and quite funny. I've grown to like him within the hours I've known him.

He gives me a smile and a small 'good morning' as he hands me a piece of paper and a pen.

"What's this?" I yawn, rubbing my eyes before grabbing the pen and looking at the paper.

"The marriage papers. Just sign there and you are... Well, married" He smiles. I roll my eyes, quickly signing the paper and giving it back to him. He thanks me, turning to leave but stops in his tracks when he sees my phone on the floor. He bends over and grabs it, putting it back on my charger and walking out, shitting the door quietly behind him.

I groan, not being able to fall back asleep and get up, putting my bra under my sleep shirt and brushing my hair. I walk out of my room, unsure of where to go until I see a familiar face.

"Ruth! Morning. Sam made some breakfast just down the hall behind me, if you'd like some" Harrison smiled. They're too cheery for the morning.

"Thanks, Harrison. I was just trying to find my way there" I giggle, walking past him to the kitchen. Harry and Tom are placed on 2 of the 4 bar stools, watching Sam prepare the food.