She Loves Control

Hair

Cause he was just a dick and I knew it
Got me going mad sitting in this chair
Like I don't care
Gotta get him out my hair

Anastasia
First step in to taking control of my life; how to get Harry out of my hair. How am I going to get him to hate me and to cancel this wedding?

The only thing I can do is to consult my older sister, Hannah.

Hannah is twenty-six years old and also the wild child. The bad ass. Every single day was an adventure with her. It's either partying till morning or drinking vodka till our livers start to quiver. She's super confident and if she's interested in something then she will go for it, nothing would ever stop her. She's not afraid of what people think of her. She'll do what she wants when she wants. That was in her teenage years.

Now that she's older, she's a lot more elegant and classy. Yet she still has that confident trait and does what she wants. Hannah is also a successful fashion blogger and makeup artist.

"I'm sorry sis," she hugs me as soon as I open the door. I look at her slightly confused. "But being married isn't going to be that bad."

She knew!?

"You knew and you didn't warn me. Or try to stop Dad from going through with this?" This is crazy.

"How could you not tell me Hannah?" No matter what I could always count on Hannah to help me through my problems.

"Trust me sis, I was totally against the idea." The key word 'was'

"What changed? Huh." When she didn't answer I start to get annoyed.

"Fucking answer me." I snap. Hannah flinches back slightly.

"He's an absolute sweetheart. He really likes you." Hannah walks in further into my house.

"How long have you known about this Hannah?" I whisper. I feel myself start to shake. It feels as if everyone was turning against me.

"Found out last year." She walks into Savannah's room while I trail behind her. "Where's my baby girl?"

"Stop trying to change the subject." I suggest, rolling my eyes. "She's not here. I need alone time with my sister who is constantly travelling all over the world. I just, I need to get Harry out my hair. I don't want him."

Hannah walks into the kitchen, sitting on top of the marble counter. I grab a smart water and hand to her. She happily takes it and gulps it down.

"Speaking of hair, yours is really cute." She's slightly out of breath. I have my hair in space buns, letting the rest of my curly hair loose. I knew she'd like the wildness of my hair because deep down, deep, deep down, Hannah is still a wild child.

"What can I do Hannah? Help me get rid of him." No matter where Hannah goes, she stays slaying. Today she's wearing a white crop top, jeans and a black leather jacket. Her hair is in her natural curls just like mine.

"Okay, well first things first. He is a good guy Anna. You're throwing at all away because... what? You're stubborn, feisty and strong-willed." I roll my eyes.

"Hannah." I sigh dramatically.

"You're wasting a whole ass man sis... He is sooo fine." Hannah licks her lips and wiggles her eyebrows. I pretend to gag then we both start to laugh.

"Lets grab some snacks and put on a movie, then we'll talk." she starts to raid my kitchen of junk food.

After we settle down with popcorn, candy, chips, pop and ice cream we put on the movie 'Sisters'. Instead of talking about how to get rid of Harry. We talk about her upcoming gigs, photo shoots and the new celebrities she's met.

"And here's a picture of me and Cardi B. Oh and I met Beyoncé, here's that picture." She scrolls through her many pictures of her, Cardi and Beyoncé. I look at her and see she's happy. Hannah glows with happiness. That's literally all I want, Is to be happy just like Hannah. To glow just like her.

Is that too much to ask?

"Hannah." She stops scrolling and looks up at me. All happiness disappearing.

"Oh right. Getting rid of Harry." she stalls abit longer.

"No, not Harry." I notice that she perks up a little bit. "It's about Zayn and Savannah, what am I going to do?"

"What do you mean? What did I miss?" I totally forgot she doesn't know about the whole Josefina turning and Zayn finding out about Savannah being his.

I fill her in about Josefina and show her the email. Then I tell her about Zayn. When we finally I finishes she looks at me like I'm a lunatic.

"I never liked Josefina." She concludes. "And Zayn..." She pauses for a while.

"He hasn't spoken to me in two days." I put my head down ashamed.

"I think you should make things with your baby daddy right first. To be honest Harry is the least of your worries. Next is the school and your staff, They feel lied to and manipulated. You need to fix that as well. As long as you're with Harry... you're set in a way. He's letting you run the school. All he's doing is just supervising. You're so lucky, Anna. If he really wanted to, he could've took the school for himself and made you a stay home mom."

She's right.

She's always been right.

But I don't want her to be.

"Anna, He has been watching you from day one. He was always there. He watched your first date, your first kiss, loosing your virginity, he was your driver to prom and he was your driver last year. Everywhere you went he went. Harry is in love with you."

That's so fucking weird. How can he be in love with me but has never spoken to me. And who the fuck allowed him to follow me everywhere I go?

"So he stalked me?" I practically scream throwing my arms in the air.

"That's what I thought at first when I found out. But in reality he's like a...a guardian angel or body guard. Ya know?"

In a way, he was stalking me. But no one would admit it. I feel a sob growing in my throat and I don't hesitate to release it.

"Go on a date with him. You'll see how truly amazing he is. Just one." Hannah rubs my knuckles.

"No, No, No." I cried "I don't want to. I didn't pick him, I don't love him. This is all forced. This isn't fair Hannah. This is not how I want to spend the rest of my life." I put my head in my hands. My body trembles violently.

This my friends. This is not how you take control of your life.

Hannah holds me tight. Her body is warm and she smells like oranges.

When I finally feel myself calming down I ask, "What am I going to do?"
Hannah wipes away a stray tear while rocking me a bit just like mother did when I was a baby.

"Fall in love with him or stay miserable." she finally answers.

I start to hiccup dramatically.