Hello, I'm making this book for myself an my colored bad gals out there. We don't get much recognition with the boys whatsoever. So let's throw away those books with the "Blonde hair blue eyes", the only Blonde hair an blue eyes here is Niall, and b...
So thank her for this wonderful idea she wanted to share with you all:
Key:
Things typed like this are what you say but later it means its the flashback.
Things typed like this are what you think about as your present self
And stuff like this are mainly details
Here's a pic of your gown!
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Enjoy!
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"Why?!" You screamed. Tears were running down your face rapidly which burned cause you had to wipe them away repeatedly.
"He is not at the same status we are, Y/n! You should've known not to get this deep! He's good yeah, but you can't be together go say goodbye." Your mother yelled at you.
"Mama! I li- I love him! Please!" You begged and pleaded.
Your mother walked up the grand case of stairs holding her gown up so she doesn't step on it. "Y/n. I love you and I want you to be happy but you must follow tradition. Rich stay with rich, Poor stays with poor."
Your mother continued to walk up the stairs. A pain in her chest to see you cry.
She knew Harry caused your happiness, but even that couldn't change her mind.
Tradition is tradition, and she must follow She thought making it up to her bedroom, shutting the door which blocked out your loud sobs.
Down stairs at the end of the railing was you, crying. Tears down your face and it felt as if the frown on your face would be permanent from now on.
It took alot for you to get up and walk down your long halls to the ballroom in your house where Harry was waiting.
As you started to make your way memories from your childhood came rushing back.
*Flashback*
"Harry stop it!" Your seven year old self yelled.
Harry, your bestfriend, was throwing mud at you. You guys were in your backyard of your family's mansion making mud pies for your mini play house.
"Have fun a little, Y/n!" He said with a dimpled smile and his hands in the air.
You shook your head smiling, heat in your cheeks that never showed on your dark skin.
You liked Harry, more than you knew as a young girl, and you'd do anything to see him.
Harry's parents are. . .not so great. Harry is from the slums of your town, and you are ridiculously rich.
