Forced Marriage

Chapter 10

Selena's POV

Harry and I went to the restaurant and walked to the parking lot.

"You're really scary when you're angry." Harry chuckled while sliding in to the driver's sit.

I scoffed. "Yeah, I've been told. So, you better behave, Styles." I smirked, taking off my sun glasses.

He laughed, turning the ignition on. We drove off and i looked at the clock in the car. 1:37 PM. It's okay, though. I'm not that hungry, anyways.

"Where do you wanna eat, love?" Harry asked, stopping in the red light.

"Uhm, I don't really know. You, where do you wanna eat?" I asked him back, fixing my hair.

"Uh, I'm thinking of Panera's. Is that okay with you?" He asked nervously. Why is he nervous?

"Great. That's my favorite, actually." I said, he nodded in agreement and continued driving.

"It's my favorite also." Harry said smiling at me, his dimples showing. Aww. He's so cute. Yeah, I admit. He's quite cute.

I smiled back at him.

I sighed. In three months I will be Mrs. Styles. This is crazy. The thought of our wedding, I have to ask Harry if he wants to be in the garden or church. Because me I want to be in the garden.

"Harry? Where do you want? The church or garden?" I looked over at him.

"For what?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows.

" For our wedding?" I said in a 'duh' tone.

"Oh, yeah. For our wedding. Uh, I was thinking of, I think garden is perfect. How about you?"

"I was thinking the same thing. So, now I just have to tell this to Dad."

Harry nodded and smiled at me I smiled back. Harry is really charming lad, I know many people say this but I think its true. When Harry and I arrived to Panera's Harry parked my car to the parking lot. Thank God there's no paps this time.

"Come on, babe." Harry said, holding his hand out for me. I took it and we walked towards the restaurant.

"Table for two." I said to the person who is standing outside the Panera's.

"Follow me, Ma'am." I nodded and we followed her.

"Leah will be your waitress this afternoon, she will be in your table in one minute. Here are the menus, Ma'am and Sir." I looked at her name tag and saw his name is Nina.

"Thanks, Nina." I said politely. She nodded then she walked off.

I looked at the menu and found spaghetti meatballs. That's what I want this time.

"What do you want, love?" Harry asked still looking through the menu.

"Uh, Spaghetti meatballs. How about you?"

"Tuna Pasta. I guess." I nodded.

The waitress came seconds later. She's on her late 60's I think. She smiled at us politely then asked,

"What do you lovebirds want?" she asked smiling, I tensed when she said lovebirds. I also saw Harry froze.

"I'll have tuna pasta and she'll have spaghetti meatballs." Harry answered for me. I mouthed 'Thanks' at him he nodded.

" Okay, How about the drinks?"

"I'll have lemon juice. How about you Harry?" Looking over to Harry.

"I'll just have the same, please."

"Okay, loves. Your order will be here in Ten minutes." We nodded then she walked off.

When the food arrived, we dug in. I knew alot of things about him and his family. He has a sister named Gemma, his mum Anne and his step dad Robin. His Dad does left them when he was, uh, six I think. He turned twenty-six last February first. They are making their fourth album to be released later this year. This April, the boys and him should start their 'Where we are' Tour but we're going to get married this June so they canceled it and made it September to March, I guess.

And I told him things about me some things like, Mum owns a hospital in Texas and she's also a doctor. That I have a sister named Gracie and my older brother, Edward, who is with my Mum in Texas. He's actually a Mama's boy even though he won't admit it.

"Do you have work after?" Harry asked, cutting me off from my thoughts and standing up from his sit and so do I.

"No actually. You and I will clean our house when we get home." I point out.

"Oh, Okay, but why?" He asked opening the door for me. I mumbled a quick 'Thanks' then went to my car.

"Because we don't have maids, yet." I explained, He nodded then went to the car as well.

"Where are my keys, Styles?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Are you fine now?" He asked, concerned.

"Yup." I popped the 'p'. He handed me the keys then I went inside the car.

I drove off from the restaurant to our house. We should be cleaning tomorrow but I think I'm going to work until five-six PM.

***

We arrived home after twenty minutes or so. I went upstairs to change my outfit. I grab some shorts and white top to the closet from Harry and I's room. I went to the bathroom, strip all my clothes then got in under the shower. Harry and I will clean the whole house by ourselves today. But I know Harry and I can handle it. I'm used to cleaning a house because I used to clean Dad and It's house when Lilia is not around. Dad and I used to clean it.

I grab my apple flavored shampoo and put it on my hair. I grab my body wash and put a little to my hand and spread it all over my body. Shoulder, arms, legs, thighs and feet of course.

When I'm done showering, I put on my clothes. I grab a towel and dried my hair a little. I grab the blow drier then blow dried my hair. While I blow dry my hair, I use my hands to straighten it a little. I set the blow drier down and grabbed my hair brush. As I was brushing my hair Harry walked in shirtless. His tattoos are making him hotter, to be honest. My favorite one are the swallows on his collar bones. Also the anchor on his wrist. I then realized I was checking him out when he started talking.

"You done?" Harry asked smirking, I blushed.

" 'You done' what?"

"Don't act like you don't know, babe. But I'm not mad at you checking me out because I'd rather have you checking me out than other caked faced girls." He exclaimed, while walking towards me still smirking. I stepped back from him but he just keep coming closer. I stepped back more until my back is against the wall.

"Ha. As if someone's asking for your opinions with girls, dope." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Harry whispered, planting kisses down my neck. I tried to push him away but he's just so strong.

"I don't hate you."

"Then-"

"I'm just stubborn to anyone, Harry. Come on let's clean the house." I said pushing him away. Harder. Thank God he gave in. "And I almost forgot. Put a shirt on." He looked at me then chuckled. Why?

"No, You said we're cleaning our house right? Or that's not the reason? Do you want me put a shirt on because you will just be disturbed by my se-" I cut him off by sprinting off the room. That perverted dope. I went downstairs to the cleaning closer.

I got the map and the other things for cleaning from the cleaning closet. I started with the carpet in the living room. I grab the vacuum cleaner and started. While I'm cleaning the carpet Harry walked in to the living room with a broom in his hands, he's still in his black skinny jeans without a shirt. I groaned quietly so that he won't hear it but I'm wrong.

" What?"

"Nothing."

"Okay." He shrugged then started sweeping the floor.

Let's get this started.