Forced Happily Ever After // H.S

Chapter 8

Sorry for skipping ahead but it kinda needs to be _________________________________________________

We have been in Greece for about 3 days now and Harry and I have gotten along really well. We have been talking a lot, laughing a lot, and making it through. I was surprised at how easy it was for us to actually get to know each other when we first tried. 

"How much longer are we going to be here?" I ask as we were sunbathing next to the pool at the hotel. We were at a little private area since the paparazzi found out that Harry was in Greece, but luckily they haven't found out where the hotel was yet. 

"We are going to leave tomorrow." He says and turns his head to me and I look at him. He was wearing a pair of yellow shorts and a pair of black sunglasses. I managed to get him to put sunscreen on, but he didn't protest to my luck which he did the first couple of days. 

"Are you going to tell me where we are going?" I ask and he chuckles. "Nope." He says and takes a sip off his gin and tonic that he got from the bar. I sigh as I lay my head back down on the sunbed. "Please." I whine and he just smirks. 

"You have mentioned it once or twice the past couple of days." He says as he scratches his stomach and I furrow my eyebrows. 

I have mentioned it? I can't remember telling him about countries or places I want to go to. 

"I can't remember." I finally say and he snickers. "You were pretty drunk both of the times you mentioned it." He points out and I feel my cheek burn. Since that time I got drunk at the restaurant, we have been drinking wine every day for dinner and I have gotten tipsy right away. 

We have also kissed a couple of times, but always when we were drunk. We haven't had sex yet and I'm not sure when I'll be ready for it. I just hope he doesn't get tired of me if he asks and I say no. 

What if he will? He will leave me for someone else, he already cheated the first day we got married to someone else. What if he does it again?

"Violet?" I snap out of my thought and look at him with a small smile. "Yeah?" I say with a small smile. "What were you thinking of?" He asks and yawns. "Just where we are going for the next days." I lie to him with a small smile. 

"I don't believe you." He then says and I bite my bottom lip. "Will you tell me what you are thinking about?" He asks and sits himself up and supports himself with his elbows.

"I can't." I admit to him and he pushes up his sunglasses so he can fully see me. "Why not?" He pushes and I place my feet up and look forward at the pool, starting to feel uncomfortable with the confrontation. 

"Because I don't want to." I push back a little harshly and he just looks at me. "Fine." He grumbles annoyingly and quickly shots the last sip of his gin before he stands up. He puts on his slippers before he walks away and I sigh as I close my eyes. 

Why did he get upset by me not telling him what I was thinking about? What is his deal? I jump slightly as I hear my phone ring in my purse and I grab it and I see Damien's name on the screen and I smile slightly.

"Hi?" I answer as I reply and I hear voices in the background and it sounds like people are shouting. 

"Veronica? Is that you?" Damien shouts through the phone 

"No, i-it's Violet." I correct him.

"Wait hold on." He says before I hear shuffling and noises becoming distant before I hear his voice again: "Who did you say you were?" 

"It's Violet." I say again with a small smile and I hear him chuckle. 

"Violet, hey. I must have pressed the wrong number." He chuckles and I giggle slightly. "It's okay I was a little confused when you called since I haven't heard from you since the club." I say as I sit up on the sunbed and push a hand through my hair.