The Forced Arrangement [Harry Styles]

Epilogue

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Epilogue:

Ashley POV:

It's only been four years since I won the X Factor; since I was forced to be in a fake relationship with the flirt of the most popular boy band, One Direction, Harry Styles; since my life turned upside down; since I lost my parents; since I got hurt; since I was reunited with my childhood best friend; since I was threatened by Harry's second fake girlfriend; since I found real friends; since I fell in love with the one I disliked since the first day I had seen him.

We had found the right love at the wrong time but if we hadn't fought for our relationship and feelings for each other and coped with both of our problems and situations and lives, we wouldn't be where we are now and most importantly, I wouldn't be the luckiest woman alive to be with such a caring boyfriend that treated me like a queen and never stopped loving me since day one. 

Tomorrow was my birthday, unfortunately. Every time my birthday came around, I had to act like I was enjoying it but I wasn't. Harry knew why I hated my birthday so much but I didn't want the others to know. Whenever I celebrated my birthday, I tried my best to enjoy myself with my friends and forget the events that happened during my birthday in the past but sometimes, I miserably failed.

Harry's body moving next to me brought me back to reality. His arm was draped around my waist, pulling me close to his body. Hotel beds were supposed to be comfortable and Heaven-ish like, especially 5-star hotels, but apparently this 5-star hotel didn't have comfortable beds. At least, not for me, because Harry slept like a baby all night whereas I kept tossing around in bed and at some point I had irritated Harry and he had grabbed me and draped his arms around me, offering his chest and shoulder as a pillow for me which worked. For a few short hours.

There was a loud knock on the door which was intertwined with Louis and Eleanor's bedroom since we had five rooms all connected to each other with just a door, each room having a huge balcony with an amazing view of the sandy beach in front of the hotel, a huge luxurious bathroom, a mini fridge and a huge plasma screen placed across the bed. 

Someone on the other end tried to open the door but failed because Harry had locked the door since the past two nights Louis and Zayn, being the two immature idiots they are, drew a moustache on Harry's face with a Sharpie and another time they threw a bucket filled with ice cold water. We had to call the maids to change the sheets and one thing I can tell you is that she wasn't happy to be called in at three in the morning to change sheets from scratch.

"HARREH!" Louis screamed from the other side. "What are you two doing in there?! Breaking the bed!?"

Harry groaned and took his arm off my waist and covered his head with his pillow. I chuckled and got out of the bed with ease since I had barely slept. I walked over to the door, unlocked it and swung the door open. Louis had his hands against his hips, wearing an impatient look.

"Your hair's messy," he stated, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"That's because I spent all night trying to find a comfortable position since you guys chose a hotel with the most uncomfortable beds that could have ever existed." I replied and breathed out heavily.

"Oh come on," Louis said and ruffled my hair, while smirking. "It's your birthday tomorrow! You should be excited not looking dull!"

I rolled my eyes and turned around and walked over to the bed. I flew the covers over my body and buried my head in the uncomfortable pillow. I heard Harry breath out heavily and shift, probably turning to look at Louis.