18 & Married (Harry Styles) By Trishawrites

Chapter 2-Bitch.

I woke up feeling low. I never thought that I could even feel this low. I really thought all of the happiness in me was long gone but a forced marriage at 18 sucked the smallest part of happiness out of me. Is it forced? I mean, yes.. I agreed but even if I didn't, they probably would've forced the both of us anyways.

I took a quick shower and threw on some sweats & a VARSITY blue top. I tied my hair into a messy side bun and a blue beanie to go with my top. The conversation I had with Andrew last night played in my head over a million times already.

"Do you want to do this?" He asked, "I have to." I cried.

"Well, It's your choice, Tay. I mean, I've known you for a long time and I don't want you to spend the rest of your life with him. What's his name again?" He cooed, He's right .. but I love my dad so much. I don't really want to disappoint him. Even if it means I have to spend the rest of my life with a perverted jerk.

"Harry Styles." I replied, I heard him choke on the other line. "Are you eating or something?" I asked.

"HARRY STYLES?! I know him. I think I met him at a club with his other friends. He is SOO not the guy for you, Taytay."

I sighed in frustration. What does he mean? I know that Harry's a whore. well, I'm not sure .. but I'm almost positive that he is.

"Do you want to eat breakfast now, love?" Lucy spoke, causing me to gasp. I almost fell off my bed at the sound of her. "Oh my gosh, Lucy! You almost scared me to death." I gasped for air holding my hand to my chest.

"Well, I knocked.. but I got no answer, love." She beamed, she's too nice. I really am lucky to have her as our helper. Well, MY Nanny .. actually. I know that's a bit embarrassing. "You did? Well, I'm going out to cool off. So, I'm just gonna grab something to eat from Starbucks or somewhere else." I grinned. She nodded in agreement and left.

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"One blueberry muffin and a cup of regular coffee."

The girl stared at me for a long time, making me feel uncomfortable. REALLY, uncomfortable. I fixed my sunglasses awkwardly. I had to put them on since my dad's well known in England and so being his daughter, some people notices me at times.

"Miss, don't you know that it's rude to stare?" A voice behind me calmly spoke. I glanced to my back to see who it was. I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it. "Oh, I'm sorry." the girl, apologized. I shot her a smile, letting her know that it's okay. She left to fetch my order and came back a few moments later. I grinned at how fast she got my food ready. "Here's your muffin and coffee." She beamed.

"Thanks." I completely forgot that there's someone next to me.

"Wait, do you mind me asking .. Are you Taylor Somers?" She asked with hopeful eyes. "Uh, yes." I whispered. "Oh my gosh, I really adore your family." She grinnen, clasping her hands together. "Is he your boyfriend?" she asked, looking at the guy next to me.

"Actually.. Uh- He's.. you see-" I stuttered. "I'm her fiance." Harry announced, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Oh, wow. Are you Harry Styles?" The girl asked again, "Yes." he smiled, showing off his dimples. He's wearing the same ray-ban sunglasses as me.

"Now, if you'll excuse us. We've got some places to go." We do?! Before I could say anything, we were already out. "What was that for?!" I questioned him, raising my eyebrows at him. "What? You really are my fiance." He replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, I know but ... fuck." I snapped. I don't know why I'm being such a bitch to him. He did nothing wrong but I snapped. Well, I didn't like how he wrapped his arms around me but at the same time.. I didn't hate it. I'm confused.