Sad Beautiful Tragic - A Niall Horan fanfiction.

Chapter 10: Matrimony.

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Chapter 10: Matrimony.

Harry’s –POV-

It’s been a year since me and Raissa had been together, I just turned 20 this February while Raissa just turned 16 this August. A whole year of definite romance, a whole year of being irrevocably inlove with each other. She had stolen a piece of my heart, I used to believe in fairytales, but she made me believe in them again. I could find the whole meaning of love in her, if there ever was somebody who made me believe in me, it was her, and I’d make every second count when I’m with her. It might be ludicrous for other people to have a secret affair with your own sister, but I don’t care, when they ask me what I liked the best, I’ll them…it was her. I wish she didn’t have to be my sister, not because I wouldn’t want my girlfriend to look like me, and to have the last name as mine even if we’re not married, it’s because I wouldn’t have to lie about me being “single” or “still waiting for the right girl to enter my life”, little did they know I have already found my princess.

“…yeah she was absolutely blushing the whole time” Raissa quietly laughed, telling me what happened at school earlier about her best friend Patrice, not to mention that girl had a crush on me since 1st grade, awkward,

“Isn’t it awkward that you’re best friends’ with someone who…you know, is like dying to be in a relationship with me?” a wide smirk entered my face, still curious about the question though,

“Um no, she’s like the one who I can go crazy with without seeing me as weird person” she explained grabbing a bag of Ruffles at the refrigerator, me sitting at the counter “Plus she makes not-so-funny knock knock jokes but still makes me smile because…she’s my best friend”,

“You mean sarcasm?” I raised my brows,

“I wouldn’t say it that way because it’s not nice” she reasoned out,

“You make lame knock knock jokes to be honest” I laughed, trying to make her realize that she’s not funny, but failed because I sounded mean and kind of like a snob,

“How dare you!!!” she threw a piece of Ruffles at me, which made quite a mess,

“Sorry love, but truth hurts” I teased,

“Whatever you say sasquatch!” she made a comeback,

“I do not have a big foot!” I rolled my eyes,

“Yes, you do”

“Do not”

“Please…I’ve seen your foot a gazillion times, don’t try to deny it” the tone of her voice sounding like a “uh-huh”.

It was suddenly a complete silence, all I can hear is the sound of the air-conditioner and Raissa’s loud chewing.

“Knock knock” I said,

Her eyes furrowed “What?”

“But you were supposed to say who’s there” I sounded like a child complaining for his chocolate cake,

She gave in “Who’s there?”

“Queen”

“Queen, who?”

“Queen the dishes please!” I smiled a wide smile while my both thumbs are up in the air,

She glared “Nope, not funny” she popped the letter “p”,