Boundless (Harry Styles)

Chapter 13

Claire's POV

Oh, why? Why did this happen to me? When I said 'nothing could go wrong', everything went wrong, looks like that statement was nothing but bad luck to me. I had to stop this; I can't be forced into marriage, I'm seventeen, I'm too young to have a husband. I have a million other things planned in life and I won't waste it by just being married.

I want to fall in love before I get married, like what I've dreamed when I was a child and play with Barbie and Ken, but that hardly ever happened to me. And I barely know this bloke and I don't want anything to do with him. He was nothing like my type and they can't force me into liking him, I'll never learn how. Never.

Please I hope he's not into this as much as I am. Does my grandma even watch those princess movies on TV to know what I feel about this? I guess not.

And what happens in stories and books is that at first they approve of this arranged marriage then the princess begs them to change that rule and at the end, she gets what she wants.

But this is the real world, not even begging was appropriate, I have no choice. Or have I?

And how am I going to tell Harry about this? I haven't even told him I'm a princess and now this happens which made it even harder to tell him the truth.

Why didn't I just tell him this a long time ago so at least some of the weigh on my shoulders would be lifted? But no, My mind kept holding me back somehow and now I'm the one suffering even more than I should have suffered.

I can't just tell him 'hey I'm a princess and I'm gonna be married in a couple of months'. What would he say? I know he'd be nothing but happy, that's for sure. I can't take two negative responses from my best friend; I can't take the pressure of telling him. I'll break down just by starting off saying his name.

I snapped out of my thoughts as the boy waved his hand in front of me. "Where have they gone?" I asked, curiosity killing me, thought I'm probably dead by now.

"They've gone to give both of us privacy. Go easy on me; it's a pain talking formal," His statement left me lost for words, finally we had something in common, at least.

"Tell you what, I hate this idea," I decided to tell him straight in the eye than to pretend that I totally agree with this matter. I looked him in the eye and noticed his look, confused. I knew it, he agrees with this. Looks like I'm the only one having a normal working brain here. This just gets worse and worse.

"You disagree with this too?" What did he say? Was I dreaming or did I just hear him say that he didn't want this as much as I did. "What?" I asked for him to tell me again because I had a flow of thought in me too. "I also hate this idea, princess. I was just told this morning before coming here," He says, sorrow in his eyes say we both won't stand a chance if we tell them about what we think.

"Finally! Someone with the same right mind as me!" I exclaimed not that loud enough for the others to hear and I see him chuckle. "Oh, and please, call me Claire," I added.

"Harry," We made another introduction with ourselves, being ourselves this time. "No offence Harry, but I don't want to get married to you. I mean, you're a nice bloke from my perspective but you can't be more than a friend to me," I breathed a sigh as I finished my statement to look at him with a wide grin on my face. "Same thing here," He says. Finally, someone who can relate to my problem.

"So, what are we gonna do now?" I say, my eyes filled with hopelessness as he had the same look. "I've tried to tell my grandma to cancel this, but she won't listen a word I'm saying. Maybe you can convince your grandma because mine is no use," He says, like both our lives depend on me.