Mr. & Mrs. Tomlinson

Prologue

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Prologue

"Morgan! What's taking you so long?!"

Normal teenagers go out with friends on a Friday night. Crashing house parties, buying VIP tickets for concerts or have seven buckets of Haagen-Dazs with their loving best friend watching The Walking Dead. Or perhaps, in my case, cuddle with my boyfriend Ryder. 

But obviously, my mother has something else planned for my Friday night. Trust me, it's not remotely better than what I had in mind. The last she blocked my Friday night schedule with my boyfriend, she set me up on a blind date with Mr. Smith's son; Jared. And you know the drill, my boyfriend went all hulk and knocked out poor Jared's living daylights. Apparently, he was banned from visiting me.

"Coming!" I hollered as I hurried down the stairs, putting my earings on the process. 

"Let's go, hurry up!" she waved me by the door and we got out. My father was already waiting in the car. 

Seriously, what's with the rush?

"Why do we have to be dressed like these?" I gestured to our clothes which we normally wear once every two years. We weren't really for socializing type of family, just the average kind. 

"Because, it's a special ocassion." my mom stated matter of factly.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, whilst my dad started the car and off we went. 

"You know, the last time I was dressed in this kind of outfiit was my blind date with that Jared guy." I said nonchalantly. Ryder's just a text away so in case any funny business goes down again, it'll be taken care of. 

"Just shut up and wait, will you?" my mom offered annoyingly. 

I sighed, leaning against the leather seat and closed my eyes. I have a weird feeling I'm not gonna like what's happening. Well I always don't like it when my parents do this stuff, they forget to value my opinion and my right to have a say in all this. They even forgot today's my birthday. 

Great parents they are. 

"We're here!" 

"Everybody out." 

Dad and mom called out at the same time. I groaned while getting out of the car. I stared shock and speechless at the sight before me. We were actually going inside the marvelous place of The New York Palace Hotel. Wow. I can't believe my sight. 

Did my parents actually remember my birthday? 

"Let's get inside!" my mom giggled and we both got in giggling and smiling to no end. 

As we entered the Villard, my mouth was literally hanging open. I double checked my dress and apparently, it was very inappropriate for this exquisite restaurant. How my parents could afford a reservation here, I didn't know. 

The receptionist lead us to our table at the centre and we all gave her a warm smile as we sat down. 

"Mom, tell me, what crime did you do to have us dine here?" I whispered, in case others might hear my stupid accusation. 

"Oh dear, I didn't have to do anything." she replied, sipping her wine like a real woman with style. 

She failed, really. Because she choked on her own drink but her gaze was straight ahead. I followed her line of sight and found an old yet charming man walking towards us, waving his hand. 

Did my parents get a divorce? Is that why we're all here?

"Happy birthday Morgan." mom and dad whispered, whilst getting up and greeted the charming man. 

Okay, this is really disturbing. I tapped my lap several times but didn't find my satchel where my phone was placed. Oh sweet chocolates, how am I going to ask for Ryder's help? 

Mom nudged my shoulder and I stood up, greeting the charming man. 

"Morgan Bell, sir." I smiled. 

"Please call me Welsh." he offered. His thick English accent rang through my ears like a melody. Even his name sounded so alluring. 

Finally, Welsh started ordering the restaurant's best dishes so now we just have to wait. So I guess this birthday thing is going all smooth and that Ryder won't get his knuckles bloody again. 

I was looking through their desserts when an enchanting English accent rang through my ears again. This time it wasn't thick, it was light yet husky, it was a sexy one. 

"Sorry, I'm late." 

I looked up and was met by a pair of piercing greyish blue eyes and a disheveled brownish blonde  hair. He was downright gorgeous and his cute dimples were displayed evenly as he smirked at me. 

"Morgan, honey. This is..-"

"Louis Tomlinson, your fiancé." he held a hand out. 

I blinked, twice, thrice and on the fourth time, I actually choked on my own saliva and had to drink water unswervingly.

"I'm sorry..what?" 

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