Shelter (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

TROIS (3)

The sun is shining through my room's curtains. I try to get out of the bed but my body just won't answer my request. I look on my cellphone and it's nine o'clock, we are sunday. All of a sudden my door fly open and I see my father's expression changes.

"What?" I try to sound full of energy but I don't think my dad trusted my voice.

"Where were you last night?" He asks me.

"I..."

"Anyway, we are sunday, it isn't new that we go to the chruch at ten that day of the week! What are you doing? Get ready, we are leaving in 20 minutes." He said leaving me alone in my room way too bright for my humor.

I'm getting used to the mass. I sort of like it, I used to think about a lot of things during those session. But I feel like today is not a good day. I can't replace yesterday's memories and that infuriates me.

As I am ready to leave with my father, I realize i forgot my wallet. Where did I see it last time? I can't remember, I usually let it on my desk but it isn't there.

"Isa! I am leaving without you." my father yells.

Oh, you can go without me that'll be great, I want to say but I keep it to myself. My feet guide me to the car and my body follow into it.

........

The mass is unusually long and the priest's voice seem to be really quiet. My head wants to explode and I can't wait to return in my room to sleep.

At the exact same minute the mass end, the priest comes to me with a questionning look.

"Dear Isabella, can I talk to you for a second?"

I nod, don't know what to expect from his little talk to me.

"I want to talk about yesterday..." he begins.

"Yesterday?" I question. I know what he's talking about but I can't find why he knows about it...

"Yeah, you know, the... Wait give me your hand."

"What?"

I don't know where this is going but I wont give him my hand.

He takes it anyway without waiting for my reaction.

"Where's your ring?" he asks.

Okay... I really don't know where this is going. What about a ring? I'm not a fan of jewelry, I don't even own a single ring.

Seeming to understand my confusion he continues his explication.

"I think I was clear when I said that marriage is nothing without the rings. It means that you are ready to tell the world that you will love him for eternity, that you're his and he's yours." he calmly says.

"What are you talking about?" I didn't mean to be rude but it came out like this.

Full of unwanted thoughts about what I may have done last night start to pile up in my head and I don't know what to think about it. Was I drunk? I hope not. I silently wait for his explanation on my possible party night wedding. I'm starting to loose my mind, I hope what is happening is not what I think.

"I'm saying that I don't think Harry... I mean, your husband will really appreciate you not wearing the proof of your engagement." he explain.

I stay still. Am I really hearing this? I am married. Oh my god, and the best of it is that I don't even know with who. That Harry guy won't go away like that.