Arranged Marriage From Hell :: Harry Styles Fanfic ::

:: Chapter 8 ::

Dedication for invisiblyinked because she made this beautiful cover for me! :) 

** Jasmine's P.o.v ** 

I felt my cheeks instantly heat up as we pulled away. I turned my head and looked out to the sea to avoid his eyes on me. I couldn't decipher whether he was angry or  if he was just understanding of it all. That we are both stuck in a sticky situation and we need each other if we want this 'relationship' to stay afloat. No one but us will ever know what this feels like. What it's like to be forced into a relationship with a complete stranger. I mean some people might understand. I sighed and closed my eyes trying not to cry. It's hard to keep my emotions still. My mind is being pulled left and right. I feel like all I have done is cry since I have met Harry. But I have valid reasons as to why. I felt Harry tug my hand as he lead us back to our towels and my beach bag. 

I took both of the towels and folded them and put them into the bag. I stood up and Harry grabbed my hand again. We walked back hand in hand talking about upcoming events he had. It was all bullshit. Just a simple conversation for the Paps to write about it. He told me some of his best jokes. I fake laughed. No one would be able to say it was fake. They have no idea how I am. All these people know about me is my name. Not my story. Nor my past which I like. It feels like a fresh start. I can be anything I want. I can make my life as good or as bad as I please from here on out. 

I can't find anything good about being in the lime light. I feel bad for all celebrities. They get invaded of privacy every single day just because they are so successful in life for what they do. It doesn't seem fair from my position. Now that I am 'dating' Harry. I have to give up my privacy as well. I have to deal with seeing my face on the internet. People writing about who I am. I must of been lost in my thoughts as we got into the elevator Harry immediately dropped our hands. I felt guilt creep in my throat. I have no reason to feel guilty. It's not my fault that this happen. Or is it?

What if my dad would have never died? Would he have let my mother sell me? Would she have ever came to that even if he didn't die. No she wouldn't. He was her rock. They were each other's version of sanity. They helped each other. 

"Harry?" I asked quietly. He glanced at me. I took that as him saying go on.

"I'm sorry." What? What am I saying sorry to him for. This wasn't my doings. I know it wasn't. I really need to stop fighting myself over this. Once the doors to the lift opened. I walked out and used my room key and open the door. I set my bag down and went to my luggage bag. I grabbed some comfortable clothes. I walked into the bathroom and quickly changed.

I walked back out to the small room and sat on that same chair from yesterday. I just stared out the window silently. I heard shuffling from behind me and the bathroom door close. I stood up and stretched. I grabbed the small throw blanket and a pillow and laid on the floor at the foot of the bed. I turned to my side and just day dreamed.

"Jasmine what are you doing on the floor?" 

"I thought you would want me to be on the floor like yesterday night."

"I have cooled off from yesterday, My feelings are mutual now. I am sorry about my behavior. I also want to say sorry for what I said to you. I was way out of line."

I was shocked to say the least. 

"With that being said you can have the bed tonight." I shook my head at him.

"No you can have it. I am fine down here."

I then screeched as I felt him pick me up. He placed me in the bed. I grabbed his arm and tugged him down with me. He felt on top of me. I let out an 'umph' sound. I giggled and he started to laugh. His face was on my stomach so I laughed in more.