Forced to marry Harry Styles

• Chapter 2 •

•Lucky•

I walked in to see my parents talking to a boy about the same age as me. I started thinking to myself 'who is he', 'why is he here', 'is this suppose to be my birthday present' I had so many questions going through my mind. I coughed slightly to get my parents attention who jumped slightly at the sudden noise.

"Hello dear, this is Harry." My mother tells me.
"Uh ok, hi." I answer back.
"Hi." He answered me, sounding as if he doesn't want to be here either.
"So mum, what's my present you desperately wanted me back home for?"
"Well, I wouldn't really call it a present." She said slowly.
"Ok then what it is. It has to be so big that it couldn't wait until I got home so, go on what is it?" I said getting really annoyed.
"Well, sweetheart your moving to London... In Europe."
"WHAT! Why am I moving to London!" What the hell why London. What's wrong here?
"Well you see you will be getting married in 6 months." You have got to be kidding.
"Excuse me and who has decided this and who will I be marrying!"
"We have decided this and one of my old friends agreed and you will be marrying Harry." Please tell me she is joking. I turned towards Skye. "Pinch me."
"I would but that wouldn't make any difference" oh great so I'm not just pretending.
"When do I leave then?"
"2 hours so u better be going. I love you." And with that I was out the door with six suitcases beside me. They even packed my bags. How lovely of them. Note the sarcasm.
I turned around to then notice my bags were now being put into the car by Harry. Great I have to marry this thing. I don't even know who he is.