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THREE

[Emma's POV]

With a huff, I slipped into my house and slammed the door behind me. I gently pressed myself against the door and briefly stared up at the ceiling before glancing back down at the ring that adorned my finger. A feeling of fear suddenly coursed through my veins.

How was I going to break it to my family and Emily about my drunkenly mistake on getting married to a fucking stranger? An American teenager who's a member of some famous pop band called Why Don't We?

"Fuck!" I muttered to myself and rubbed down my face.

"Where have you been?" A voice called out, and I screamed bloody murderer at the sudden voice. "Bloody hell, Emma," a familiar voice screeched, and I snapped my head to the living room to see Emily on my couch.

She sat there with her face scrunched up, "Sorry." I breathed out. "What are you doing here?" I asked whilst slipping off my shoes, leaving it by the shoe rack where my brother's sky blue Jordan's sat.

She shrugged, "You were ignoring my calls and texts," she said, and I huffed.

"I wasn't ignoring your calls per se. I was figuring out what the fuck happened last night," I tell her as a sigh slips past my lips as I fall back onto the couch, hoping it can swallow me whole after the discovery this morning.

"What do you mean?" Emily questioned, and I could sense her confusion with each word slipping past her lips. I hesitantly lifted my head and stared right into her confused-filled orbs.

"I..." I started but had to gulp the lump that formed in my throat, shaking my head to get rid of all the negative thoughts that swirled in my brain. "I got married last night," I murmured quietly under my breath.

"Come again?" She said, and I could hear the apprehension in her tone and gulped once again.

"I got married," I tell her, loud enough for the two of us to hear, and I raise my left hand to show her that ring that remained adorned on my ring finger. I glanced at her and watched as she shakily brought her hand to her mouth.

"Oh my god, Em," she started, and I shook my head. "How did this even happen?" She asked as she pulled me over to the couch and further examined the ring, "Whoever you married has good taste in jewellery when intoxicated." She mused out loud.

I narrowed my eyes at her, "Zach didn't get it. He didn't even know how we even have rings," I answered, rolling my eyes. "He said good luck telling your husband you cheated on him, but I just gave him a look and said I'm not married to anyone."

"Zach?" Emily asked, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

I gnawed on my bottom lip before responding, "Yeah. I married Zach Herron," I tell her, and her eyes instantly widened before she picked up her phone. "What are you?" I started to ask, but she shushed me, and I pouted before muttering "rude" under my breath.