Betrothed.... great!

Chapter 1

Paisley's P.O.V.

My mum always told me when I was little that I was betrothed. It never really accrued to me what the word 'betrothed' meant, but now I know. I'm 18 and getting married to someone I have never met. My mum had told me that she and this mystery man's parents made the decision when I was just a helpless baby. She also told me that I have 4 months to get to know him.

Currently I am sitting on the floor, against door, and hugging my legs. I am to met him later today and get to know him. I have so many feelings right now it's not even funny. I have no clue whats going to happen. Especially in the future. I was set on going to college but now that's rewind because my mum has made my life 'perfect'... As if.

I got off the floor shaking. I am so nervous to met this guy. I bet my mum did the same thing to my brother. But everyone knows he's not set to support a family at the moment. He acts like a kid. The most weirdest person ever. But I simply love my brother Louis.

I heard a soft knock on the door. My shaky hand traveled its way to the door nob. I opened it to see the soft blue-green eyes staring back at my bright green eyes. He gave me a half small and engulfed me into a supporting hug.

"Is it true, Louis?" I whispered hoping. he would say that this was all just a prank. But to my dismay it wasn't. He sighed and took me over to my bed and sat down. He patted the spot next to him, so I obeyed and sat down.

"Everything is going to be ok. Ill help you through all this mess. Jut know that mum is messed up in the head. You should be able to marry anyone. I'm on your side not hers." I looked at him with watery eyes.

"Louis I'm scared! I don't know who this guy is and I don't even know if Ill like him." I sobbed as salty tears slipped down my face.

He rubbed my back and said soothing words. It calmed me down.

"You might want to get yourself ready if you want to make a good first impression." He kissed my forehead and left the room. I heaved myself up and walked to my bathroom. I drew myself a hot shower and stripped out of my pajamas. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down my body. It was like a miracle worker. It relaxed my muscles and for a couple of minutes I though of nothing. Not my mystery guy. And not my future ahead. Well that was until my mother called, "Paisley! Hunny you gotta hurry!" I was pulled out of my fantasy of absolutely nothing.

I got out a grabbed a white towel and wrapped it around my slim body. I lazily walked to my closet and got changed into shorts and a Hollister shirt. I then went by my bed and put my socks and my bright green vans on. I walked back into the bathroom and did my make-up. The I straightened my long light brown hair.

I opened my door and went down the stairs. It felt like my feet were weights. My mom smiled brightly at me and I returned with a sorrowful look, which she shook off like she didn't see it.

"You look beautiful sweety! I can't wait till you met your fiancé. You guys are perfect for each other! Oh my little baby is growing up!" I grunted and grabbed an apple and bit angrily into it.

"So Paisley, you are going to Starbucks. That is were I set up for you two to met. And then I want you to spend every single day with him so you guys can get to know each other."

Her last words dawned on me. Every.single.day. She was trying to kill me.

She looked at her watch and her eyes went wide. "Paisley! Oh dear your going to be late if you don't jump in your car now!" She took my keys and shoved them into my hands and pushed me out the door. I turned around trying to protest but she bet me.

"Have fun!" Then she slammed the door in my face. There's not turning back now I suppose. I slowly walked over to my car and got in.

Well, here goes nothing.