A silent but meaningfulness kiss was gently placed onto my right cheekbone as I started to stir and slowly stretch out on the satin sheets- which felt expensive even if they weren't. I let out a faint sigh as I felt another day beckon me to get up and I knew I would have another fake day of lies and torment to face. I felt the wind blow through the open window and so slightly drifted over my skin, I felt it work it's way around my body as I manoeuvred myself to face the boy who is thought to be the love of my life...
Harry Styles. He was all I knew. I was deprived of an opinion. He is someone who girls dream of, I've been told that a lot of girls would love to be in my shoes right now. For all I care, they can take my place. You'd think he's generous, caring and loving towards me. Everyone would wouldn't they? But it's a whole lot different on the inside, well for me anyway. Sometimes I feel bad and like I'm taking advantage and not being truthful to him but I can't. I would never mention anything that could disrespect him after all, his families done alot for me. Whether, they like it or not.
Harry came from a rich background and I don't really have much choice being with him. My mother died in a horrific car accident involving a lorry when I was five. It had been a tough, long eleven years on from that. My father was left to bring me up all by himself. He always told me that it was 'Me and him against the world'.
He managed to get a job at a manufacturing factory about a year on from the tragic death of my mother's. It just so happend that Harrys father ran the international business which hired the factory. They're family were what anyone would call the 'Upper class'. My father was losing income as I was too young to be left alone so he would lose out on shifts at the factory to tend to my needs.He never once got fired or even threatend to it. I'm surprised about that really, with all the time he missed work. He couldn't afford a babysitter of course. I always felt like a burden that had been unfortunately placed upon him without cause. I've always felt guilty and like I could never repay him, he gave up everything to look after me and he tried his absolute hardest for me. Especially after I had lost my mum at such a young age.
When I started primary school, seven months after my mother passed I was already left quite fragile and with seeing all the mothers dropping off the other kids and knowing mine was never going to take me to school and wave me goodbye at the gate. This was definately not going to comfort me. My father didn't want me to lose my education at all costs and he didn't want to lose out on any more shifts so school was the best place I could be, for everyone. And on top of everything at school reminding me of my mum I had the other kids teasing and mocking me because of my clothes.. I didn't have nice clothes like all the other kids. Instead I had some old hand-me-downs and some things my father managed to nab of friends at the factory.
Then in high school I still had problems. The work was easy enough but I couldn't handle all the bitchy girls. They would flood the toilets at break and lunch in groups. Not only did they fill the bathrooms with stupid, irritating bullshit, they mark their territory of the sinks and counters with their fancy expensive bags that really don't live up to their purpose. Not one of the girls in the toilets at break times had a practical bag. Also another annoying thing that 'those girls' do is stir. Constantly having a gossip or making childish jokes about a classmate on their looks! All they cared about was the latest fashion trends or the hottest boys. I wasn't interested in the slightest in all that teenage girly talk. I think I was quite mature, I skipped this phase in my life. I didn't really fit in to any of the friend groups at school. I didn't really have anyone that felt the same about things. Teachers told me that I see things in a different light. I've always thought that I was somehow abnormal. Those girls would always be organizing girly sleepovers in which would include manicures and pedicures to match, hair experiments and make-up salons. I didn't have anyone to do things with. Even if I did, I wouldn't want to do those kind of things. Now all I have to do is wait for Harry to finish his business with his father or school and come home. I can't let the real side of me out, I've been brought into a family where I'm expected to be a lady of ettiquet and politeness. I only really have Harry. I never really anything fun anymore, what with my busy schedule at the Styles' Manor.
The whole reason why I have to be so deeply involved with Harry is because it's a promise my father had with Harry's parents. When I was only five years old with Harry then eight, my father made one sacrifice for another, my father needed money to keep our one-bedroom flat that we owned. This is where we had to live after my mother died as she was the one we relied on for money and to house us. This flat was the best we were going to get. My father had to ask for either a raise in pay or a promotion at work from being a machine operator to a superviser. Somehow we needed money fast if we were going to stay alive and sheltered. His boss who was Stanley - Harrys father, had been a 'very generous soul' as my father put it and kept me and my dad housed and made arrangements for me. In return, I would grow up and be a wife to his Harry. My father had to sacrifice my later life to make sure I would be alive and then he knew I would be well-cared for in the arms of a rich husband.
So from the age of five, I was already set up with a marrige arrangement to someone who I had no recognition of and him nor me had any say in this. I think he found out about this not long on from my father sealing the deal and I was left oblivious to this whole affair.
