Forced to marry Harry Styles

Chapter 4

ISABELLAS POV:

I woke up and went down stairs seeing a boy.

"Hi there love!" Did he just call me love?

"Um hi," I awkwardly said.

"I'm Louis."

"Isabella."

"So how's Harry?"

"I don't know and I don't care," I groaned. "I'm going for a walk." I opened the door and slammed it behind me. I heard him calling my name but I didn't listen. I just want to go home.

                     I went down the street and past the woods. I just stood there and started crying. My life is so fucked up. I'm in a country that I've never been to with five British boys who are in a band and clearly I'm married to one of them. Could life get worse?
I got up and made my way back the house. Once I walked in I found the boys sitting on the couch looking at me intensely.

"Where were you?!" Harry screamed.

"You really can't be out on the streets by yourself," Liam said. What is he my dad?

"It's not safe out there," Zayn sat down.

"You can't leave like that!" Louis sternly looked at me.

"Isa-" I cut them all off because they were all screaming at me at once and I couldn't take it.

"STOP! STOP ACTING LIKE YOU CARE ABOUT ME OKAY?" I screamed.

"We do care though," Niall whispered.

"Why? You barely know me," I looked down.

"You're in our patch now, we look out for each other," Harry said.

"YOU..." I pointed to him. "You're only looking out for me because my mom told you to," I crossed my arms.

"It's hard to explain" he whispered.

"Save it then," I shot back then turned to Liam. "Oh hey dad! Can I go upstairs now?" I said sarcastically then went upstairs. I'm pretty sure Niall and Louis started laughing at him because of what I said.

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It's been two weeks and Harry and I keep fighting. Niall's been my friend helping me through stuff. Right now I'm laying in my room and the door opened revealing Harry.

"Look I know you hate me but management signed us up for an interview tonight," he said nervously.

"Okay.... I'm a big girl Harry. I'll be fine here."

"What? Oh no no I mean you and I."

"Why me?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Because to everyone else were married. They want to hear about us."

"Alright fine," I agreed he sat down on the bed and looked at me and I looked back and absorbed his features. He's got some really nice eyes, his lips look really soft and he's a good looking guy. I shook my head no I can't be thinking like this.

"I know this is hard for you but you have to know I care, I really do. I'm not a bad guy," He whispered leaning in and kissing my forehead. "Get ready and I'll be waiting downstairs," I nodded and got up. Woaah that was weird.

Maybe he's right. Should I give him a chance? I'm such a confused teen. I threw black skinny jeans on and and a white shirt. Over that I put on my leather jacket. I went downstairs seeing him eat an apple and on his phone.

"I'm ready," I smiled.

"You seem happy," he grinned.

"I'm not as grumpy as I seem you know."

"I know but you did have a reason to be grumpy."

"Yeah," I whispered.

"She loves you, you know," I knew exactly who he was talking about.

"I don't want to talk about that right now sorry."

"Don't apologize. I'm the one who's sorry for bringing it up."

"It's okay," I assured him. "Excuse me Harry?"

"Yeah?" He asked as we got into the car.

"Can I turn the radio on?"

"Of course you don't have to ask," he laughed I turned it on and it was 5 seconds of summer. Ahhh! I love them I turned it up and started singing.

"You like them?"

"More like love!"

"Interesting," he smirked, "Wait hold up, so you know them more than one direction?" I nodded and he just laughed shaking his head then pulled out their whole album and played it. I learned lots about him and he's kind with me. I wish I wasn't being rude to him before but then again we were forced to get married.

"We're here," we got out of the car and I looked up at this building.

"Hey don't be nervous okay? They will just ask you a few questions and if you don't want to answer one then don't," he rubbed my back and I nodded. We walked into the room and spotted a lady. We sat down on the couch and looked at the her.

"Hi I'm Kristine and I'll be interviewing today. It's nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Styles."

"Nice to meet you too," Harry and I said at the same time shaking her hand.

"So how long have you been in a relationship for?" She asked. Harry held my hand squeezing it letting me know not to answer.

"We've been together for a year but we've been friends since we were 10. We kept our relationship a secret so we didn't have to make it a big deal and I wanted to protect her."

"That's cute," she smiled.

"So Isabella...how hard was it to leave your family to go with him?"

"Well Kristine" Harry nudged me telling me not to cause a scene "As easy as it is to break a carrot" I gave her a fake smile.

"Carrots aren't easy to break."

"How and your fa-" Harrys eyes widened and he covered my mouth.

"Sensitive topic" Harry told her and she nodded

We talked for another 15 then she looked at the time

"Well that's about it. Thank you for coming! You're a beautiful couple," she gave us both hugs and we left.

"She's something," I shook my head.

"As easy to break a carrot?" He questioned and laughed.

"That's the only thing I could think of!" I defended myself.

"It's okay it was cute," he said and I smiled. "Good thing I stopped you from what you were going to say after," he chuckled.

We walked inside and I saw Louis crossing his arms.

"What?" I questioned taking off my jacket.

"Don't make jokes about hurting carrots!"

"What's his problem?" I laughed.

"He's a carrot lover," Harry shrugged and I gave him a crazy look. "Strange I know."

"Hey!" Louis shouted running around.