Arranged Marriage From Hell :: Harry Styles Fanfic ::

:: Chapter 18 ::

Dedicated to LittleDanny8 for her wonderful suppport!

(Unedited) 

:: Harry :: 

This is not what I planned on doing. I had planned to hand her a paper and for her to just sign it. Unfortunately that would be too simplistic. Everything in my life always has to be so complex and too intricate that I never get anything to go in my favor. I had high hopes of becoming a free man and dropping this whole wedding fiasco. I could go out and meet women that I would of actually had interest in. I could dictate my own life and what I wanted to do with it. I could just go on tour with the boys and have fun like we used to. I would be young and dumb and not give a shit about what my mother thought. I would forget about Jasmine. I would never have to see her again. 

That was not a realistic truth for me though. I had to face reality this time. I had to continue dating Jasmine and pretending I love her in front of the entire world. I had to take her with us on the upcoming tour next week . I had to help her try and remember her life. I couldn't just walk away from her like I so badly wanted to. I needed to go about my life like it was leading up to the crash. Act like we loved each other.

I was more focused on how the boys and I would get on in this next week. I just hope that the boys and I mend our broken friendship. As of right now we all needed that bond or this wasn't going to work in any of our favors. We would make our tour miserable not only for ourselves but everyone else around us as well. We would be stuck in a bus for days at a time in awkward silence if we didn't act fast and forgive each other. The mood we give off on stage can easily change the atmosphere. The fans would be able to feel the negative energy we gave off just by a certain facial expression. 

This is all my fault though, as I am the one who caused this whole predicament. I was the one who argued with Jasmine. I was the one who left the house. I was the person who drove her to drink. I was the one who didn't love her. I was the one who didn't care about her feelings. I was the one who started the whole argument in the hospital. I am still the one who is being stubborn. I needed to sort this out as fast as I could. 

I picked up my phone and dialed Niall first seeing as he would never stay mad at me for too long. To my surprise he didn't not answer his phone though. He had finally got fed up with all of the shit I had put him through. I then rang Louis and I heard him pick up the phone and a few muffled voice and the static rang in my ear every time he took a breath. 

"Listen Harry, before you say how sorry you are and everything. I just wanted to let you know that I will not accept your apology. This goes for the other lads as well. Except for Zayn, he is on your side after all."

"Why not? Louis mate, if none of us sort out our differences before next week this tour will be miserable." 

"Yeah, well we can always act like it didn't happen right?" Then I heard a long pause and some more whispered voices.

"Never mind mate Zayn seems to have apologized he said he agrees with us and that you are wrong for what you have done."

"Louis since when was this about sides? I thought we were all best mates? Not some mutual friends who met at a night club." 

Then I heard Liam shout something and the phone was again muffled with static and voices murmuring to each other.

"Harry...I have one way that we will all forgive you." He said and I could hear him smirking through the phone.

"What is it? I will do anything." I said. 

"You have to actually give your relationship with Jasmine an actual chance."

I felt angry, but if this was the only way to get my friends to forgive me, then so be it. 

"Deal." I said as nice as I could.

"I really mean that when I say that. We all know you and when you are just pretending to like someone. We have watched you do if for the last two months."

"I will, I will try my best." I said genuinely meaning that.

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I helped Jasmine off of her hospital bed and let her use my arm to steady herself. She was shaking slightly and her grip tightened around my arm. I walked a few feet to our left and helped her into the small bathroom and she sat down on the toilet lid. I handed her the pile of clothes off the counter and nodded at her before I turned and walked out of the room and closed the door behind me.I sat on the chair next to the bed and closed my eyes. I was so tired. Jasmine had been up crying for half of the night last night. Her doctor said it was a side effect of the medication she was taking for her pain. It would cause constant mood swings.

I heard her wince in discomfort in the bathroom and then I heard her curse out loud. She then shouted for me to come and help her. When I opened the door she was standing there in nothing but her bra and her underwear gripping the hand rail next to the toilet seat. 

"What's wrong?" I asked quietly. I had to whisper a lot around her afraid that she would get a headache. Her headaches had been so excruciating for her these last few days. I was told by one of the nurses it was because the swelling in her brain has started going down. She also had a huge bandage wrapped around her upper torso from where she had gotten cut up by shards of glass. They were some small and big gashes. They told me that every few days we had to re-bandage her side and to put some of the medical cream on them.

"It hurts to bend and to even move. Can you please help finish getting dressed?" I nodded and started with her sweatpants. I thought it would be easier for her to wear loose fitted clothes than to where tight clothing on her injured body. Her legs still had some scraps on them and a few bruises but from what I could see they were healing just fine.

After I had pulled them up her legs she thanked me. I then handed her the white t shirt I brought and she carefully slipped it over head with my aided help. I helped her sit down once more on the toilet lid and grabbed her socks slipping them onto her feet. I then placed her feet into her brown uggs and tucked her sweats into them as well. She thanked me and I went a got her wheelchair. I helped her into it and I made sure I grabbed all of our items and rolled her out into the hallway. We stopped at the nurse station and I signed the discharge paper. We were finally heading home.

***

I helped her up to her bedroom downstairs. Her original bedroom. It would be easier for her to walk around and move around until she was healed up. She smiled and thanked me once more before closing her eyes. I quietly shut the door to her room and walked up stairs myself. I got showered and changed into a pair of sweats. I walked down to the kitchen and started making dinner for the two of us. Which would be some basic spaghetti with some garlic bread on the side. Once it was finished I grabbed Jasmine's plate and glass of water and took it to her room. I open  the door and quietly set it on her night stand. I shook her gently. 

"Jasmine." I whisper

She blinked once or twice before looking at me. She sat up and rubbed her eyes tiredly. I handed her her dinner and she thanked me. I nodded before leaving her room. I still had no idea how I felt about her. I felt confused. I was torn between liking her and hating her. 

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Hello! I am so sorry for the long wait! I have just been busy with life that I haven't even taken the time to try and update. I am going to try and update weekly but I will make no promises though. Life is crazy for  me at the minute. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter of AMFH! :)

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