Stupid Arranged Marriage - A One Direction Fan Fiction (Editing)

CHAPTER ONE

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chapter one

*Haven’s POV*

    I sighed looking at a picture of me and my older brother Cameron. Well, my used to be older brother. He died a year ago. We were super close.

    “Haven, get down here now!”

    “No!”

    “Haven!”

    “I don’t wanna.”

    “And I don’t care!”

    “I’m your freaking daughter! Is there no justice in this world anymore?”

    “Haven DeRyan, get your big fat ass down here NOW!”

    “Oh love you too mom!”

    “HAVEN AVALYN DERYAN GET DOWN HERE NOW!”

    Oh shit. Full name. But I didn’t want to go. See, my mother set up an arranged marriage for me back when I was five. I didn’t have a say in the matter. And apparently the guy was Irish and in a British boy band. My best friend (well, my only friend) Biyra, is super jealous of me.

    I didn’t want this. And now I had to meet him and his freaking parents. I stomped down stairs. I’ve grown up knowing I’d eventually have to get married once I crossed over my eighteenth birthday. I’d been through beauty schooling and I’d had to be perfect 24-7. The wedding would be in 2-3 months. Unfair.

    I was wearing a skinny strapped dark blue dress that landed just above my knees with black leggings and heels. My pitch black hair was curled at the ends and my side bangs were held back by a hair pin. Mom’d painted my nails. This whole thing was so my mother could say she had a “pretty” daughter and to make a good first impression. I didn’t want to look “pretty”. I wanted to dress like I normally did. Which wasn’t this.

    All I hoped is that the guy didn’t want to get married either. I’d love it if someone were on my side for once.

    “So nice of you to join us Haven.” my mother sneered at me.

    As you can guess, my mother and I have an awful relationship. And where is my Dad you ask? Off with some 21 year old slut when he’s almost 50. Gross, right?

    “Yup.” I smiled sweetly.

    “It’s nice to meet you Haven. My name is Maura and this is my husband. Oh! And this is our son, Niall.” The woman sitting by my mother said.

    “Or Mr. and Mrs. Horan to you.” my mother said.

    “I’m fine going by Maura.”

    “My daughter will mind her manners until she and Niall are married. Now Haven, stop being so rude and say hello!”

    “Good to meet you Mrs. Horan, Mr. Horan, Niall.” I nodded at them all not even trying to make eye contact.

    “Look up when you speak Haven. I apologize for her rudeness.” my mother spoke.

    I glared at her with full hatred then looked at the three Horans. The parents were smiling at me. Niall was looking at his hands so all I saw was a splash of blonde hair.

    “You’re moving in with Niall soon.”

    At those words, Niall’s head snapped up and he glared at the adults.

    “What?” He asked in a deep Irish accent.

    “Niall…” his mother started.

    “We never discussed this!”

    “Niall, we have to do this.”

    “You never have to do a freaking thing!”

    “NIALL JAMES HORAN!” his father yelled.

    Niall turned to me with a scowl on his face and murderous ice blue eyes.

    “You will stay out of my way and the band’s way. You understand?”

    I shrunk back and nodded. Why was he acting like this was all my fault? I guess I didn’t have anyone on my side.

    “Okay it’s settled then. Haven go pack. Tomorrow Niall will be back for you and your stuff.”

    I ran upstairs with tears streaming from my face. I don’t wanna move. I don’t wanna marry someone who clearly hates me. Cameron wouldn’t have made me go. He would of fought for me. Heck, even my father may have fought for me. But they’re both gone. So, I had to. I began to pack up my clothes.

    Then I got out the cat carrier and the big bag of food. Whether Niall liked it or not Stacie (my adorable grey tabby cat) is coming with me. I continued until everything in my room was packed except furniture and the sheets/bed spread. I placed both my guitar and ukulele in the same case.

    When I was about done, I finally crashed in my bed waiting for sleep to take me away. And you know what I dreamed about? That Niall kid. Of course.

    In the morning I felt someone poking me and I punched them. The person groaned and cussed. That’s what you get for trying to wake me up.

    “Haven?”

    Oh hell no. Not him. Not this early in the morning.

    “Mmmmffff.” was my answer.

    “Look, I don’t like this any more than you do, but get up. We gotta work this out.”

    I sat up glaring at the Irish boy.

    “Work this out? No. Yesterday all you could do is glare at me as if its all my fault we’re getting married. And how today I totally need to ‘stay out of your way,’.”

    He sighed.

    “Okay, Haven I’m sorry. I’m pissed and I’m sure you are too. I had no idea you were going to be living with me and I wasn’t in the mood. I’m sure you’re a nice girl and all and I probably shouldn’t of snapped at you. But I’ve not had a positive moment sense my parents told me just a few weeks ago that I was engaged to be married and I had to break it off with my girlfriend, Deraga. Sure, she was cheating on me, but that’s besides the point.”

    “You were just told weeks ago?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Sorry.”

    “How long have you known?”

    “All my life. I’ve had to be perfect.”

    “Oh.”

    “Yeah. Can you go? I’d like to get a shower before I have to move in with you.”

    “Okay.”

    With that he left my room and I hoped into the shower.

(Niall’s POV)
    
    I was waiting downstairs in her house. Her mother was trying to talk me into a conversation with her, but I was ignoring her. She treated her daughter like shit and truthfully, I wanted nothing to do with her.

    “Niall, darling, are you listening to me?” she asked.

    “No.”

    I didn’t care if I was being rude. It seemed to make her shut up. Hopefully now she’ll leave me alone.

    “Well, okay…I’ll go see what’s keeping my daughter.”

    Another thing. She only calls Haven ‘Haven’ if she’s talking directly to her. If not it’s all ‘my daughter’. Mrs. DeRyan walked up stairs cussing up a storm at Haven. Minutes later they both came downstairs. Mrs. DeRyan was juggling two suitcases while Haven held another one along with a cat carrier and a giant guitar case.

    “This everything?” I asked.

    “Yeah. Mom said no bed stuff or furniture,”

    No bed stu…oh shit. Haven and I had to live together. In the same room. In the same bed. I have no guest room. Why didn’t I even think of this before? Ugh!

    “So…you have a cat?” I asked after taking Haven’s things from her mother and we said our goodbyes.

    “Yes. She’s coming.”

    “No problem.”

    Haven looked up and gasped loudly.

    “We…we’re going in a limo?” She asked.

    “Well yeah. I don’t have my driver’s license yet. And I haven’t had a need for it.”

    “How can you afford this?” She asked.

    Wait, seriously chick?

    “How much do you know about me?” I asked hanging the luggage to the driver and he put it in the back.

    ‘Obviously not enough.” Haven replied getting into the limo.

    “Well, I’m in a band…” I began getting in and closing the door behind me.

    “I know that.”

    “Well, that explains the money, and basically everything else.”

    “But being in a garage band…”

    “We are not a freaking garage band! Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of One Direction.”

    She looked at me and shrugged.

    “Sounds some what familiar.”

    I stared at her. She’s suppose to be my future wife and she didn’t know why I was. Unless she was acting dumb which I doubt. This was gonna be a lot of work.

    “So I live in my own flat, and the lads live in the near me but in different buildings. Only Liam lives in the same building as me. Harry and Louis live with together but Zayn and Liam have their own separate ones as I do. You’ll be living with me. But, we aren’t home a lot. We’re off at tours and photo shoots and interviews and concerts and recordings and stuff like that all the time.” I explained.

    “So I’m marrying someone who’ll never be around?” she asked quietly.

    Didn’t think of it that way.

    “Well…you may be allowed to go on tours with us and all…”

    “But when we’re here. I’m going to be alone?”

    “No…well, don’t you have any friends?”

    “Because of this? One. And by cousin. But she doesn’t live here.”

    “You have one friend?”

    “Yeah. This marriage made sure of that. I had three great friends and others as well. Two of them were twins. Vandal liked me so we flirted and whatever but when I turned 17 I realized I had one year until I had to get married but he twisted it and made it seem like I had ‘cheated’ on him taking Kya and all the rest of them with him. Only Biyra stayed with me.” She said.

    Well that sucks. At least the lads were okay with it.

    “Oh sorry. Maybe you‘ll become friends with Danielle.”

    “Who?”

    “Liam’s girlfriend.”

    “Oh.”

    “We’re here.”

    “You live here?” She asked.

    “Yup. Come on.”

    We got her bags from the back and walked in to be greeted by Carl the doorman.

    “Morning Mr. Horan.”

    “Carl.”

    “And who is this beautiful young lady?”

    I turned back to Haven. Yeah, I guess she was pretty. Thick wavy black hair, green eyes, nice cheek bones, not fat.

    “Carl, this is my fiancée. Haven, this is the doorman Carl.”

    “Nice to meet you sir.”

    “Indeed. Mr. Horan, I had no idea you were engaged.”

    “I am. Have been for a while.”

    “Then may I ask, sir, (he leaned closer as if for Haven not to hear) why did you have a woman over last night, and the night before, and the week before?”

    I looked at Haven who clearly heard even if she tried to look like she hadn’t.

    “A man’s got needs. When they aren’t met, he goes elsewhere.”

    “Of course sir.”

    We began to walk away when he called to me once more.

    “Oh! And Mr. Horan?”

    “Yes?”

    “I should let you know that because I was unaware of the future Mrs. Horan’s arrival, I let Mr. Styles and Mr. Tomlinson in.”

    I sighed and we got into the elevator. Then Haven spoke quietly.

    “Who’s in your loft?”

    “Our loft now. It’s Harry and Louis.”

    “Guys from your band?”

    “Yes.”

    “Okay.” She was looking at her hands.

    Something was obviously on her mind, but apparently she didn’t want to tell me. I shrugged it off. It’s not like I trusted her either.

    “Our floor.” I said when it dinged 7.

    My loft and Liam’s on the 8th floor are the only ones on those floors and they’re the biggest ones. I opened the door and walked onto the three foot space between the elevator and my front door.

    “Uh…I guess I should warn you, Louis is…well, he’s kinda wild. He may pounce on you.” I said before opening the door.

    Her face turned a shade of green. I led her inside but as soon as I touched her, she flinched. What was her problem? Yeah, that was the first time I let a finger down on her, but seriously?

    “Um, please let go.” she whispered.

    I dropped my hand. What was the deal? She didn’t look at me. Not once.

    “NIALL!” came Louis’ voice as he came running to us but it was Haven he wrapped in his open embrace.

    *Haven’s POV*

    It was like a slow motion movie. I saw the soft looking light brown haired boy running to me, but I couldn’t move. It was like I was frozen in a trance. The next second he was squeezing me and memories fled my brain.

    ------ A YEAR AGO ------

    “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. We’ll just let mom know we crashed okay?” Cameron said smiling slightly at me.

    I nodded. We started walking down the street, but when we got closer to the corner I started pulling on Cameron’s sleeve.

    “Let’s not go that way…” I said.

    “Oh it’ll be fine.”

    “No, seriously, let’s not go that way.”

    “Haven, come on.”

    At the end of the corner stood a gang who beat the crap out of both of us. They beat Cameron dead and they raped me. My mother blames me for the whole thing. That’s why she rushed into the wedding. That’s why she hates me. And that’s why now I am terrified if anyone touches me unless it’s Biyra or Kate. And…only Biyra knows that I was raped. I plan to keep it that way until the day that I die.

------end of flashback-----

    Nausea hit me like a bucket of water being thrown at my face. But the boy obviously didn’t catch on to me trying to escape and he only help me tighter making me terrified as sweat began to form on my forehead and the memories replayed themselves over and over. Next would be the shaking…but it didn’t get that far because the boy pulled back. He must have felt the fear coming from me.

    “I’m not going to hurt you, so just calm down.” He grumbled.

    Oh great. Brilliant job Haven. Now he hates you.

    “Sorry.” I whispered looking at my hands.

    “Whatever.” he grumbled going into what looked like Niall’s kitchen.

    Niall nodded to me to follow.

    “I’ll put your stuff in my room and you can unpack later. Sorry about Louis. He’s just really sensitive. And cranky. Man period at the moment.” Niall spoke to me pushing me into the kitchen.

    There it was again! Just like the first time! When Niall touched me,…no nausea. I walked into the kitchen and sat on one of the stools to the island. I looked at the two boys. The one that hugged me…Louis was it? Well whatever his name was, he had his arms wrapped around the other boys’ waist as the other boy cooked something in a pot over the stove.

    The other boy had dark curly hair and was taller and more muscular than the other.

    “Not now Louis.” the curly haired boy spoke.

    “Hazza, she’s here.” Louis said.

    She? Were they talking about me? When I’m right here? I pulled out my iPhone and put one headphone in to look like I was ignoring them and scrolled through my contacts until I found the right one.

    Hey. I’m here.
    -unicornscanfly

    “What’s she like?” The other boy asked.

    “I think she’s shy. She wouldn’t hug me back. In fact, she kinda freaked out.”

    “Really? Probably because you jumped on her the second she walked in and she doesn’t know who you are.”

    “Oh that’s right.” Louis looked down.

    Ooops. I didn’t mean to make him feel guilty.

    Here as in mine?
    -biyraBABE

    No. As in my gonna be husbands
    -unicornscanfly

    OMG! What’s it like?
    -biyraBABE

    Haven’t looked around. I’m in the kitchen. He’s got 2 friends over
    -unicornscanfly

    REALLY
    -biyraBABE

    Yeah
    -unicornscanfly

    “I’m sure it’ll be just fine Boo.”

    “Did Niall tell her?” Louis asked the boy.

    “Did I tell who what?” Niall’s voice asked from behind me.

    Louis and the other boy sprung around and they looked at me and Niall. Me sitting at the island and Niall right behind me.

    “Uhhhhhh………” Louis trailed off.

    “Louis.” Niall said.

    “Oh, he was just wondering if you told Haven about how we’ll be gone almost all the time.” the other boy spoke.

    I looked down. Yeah he did. I was going to be alone. A lot. But, I was used to being alone. My mother was gone all the time and when ever she was around all she would do is yell at me. I just thought it would change when I got married. I knew it was an arranged marriage, but I still wanted someone to love me. Guess I’ll have to stick to a best friend and a cousin cause I’m obviously not getting the love I need from this household if they’re ‘always gone’.

    I heard Niall taking behind me, but I was just staring at my phone. Finally Biyra replied.

    Are they hot?
    -biyraBABE

    I snorted at what she wrote. That’s all she had to say?

    Um…engaged remember?
    -unicornscanfly

    “Oh! Speaking of phones, Haven, I’m going to need your number.” Niall said nice and loud.

    I turned to look at him.

    “Okay.”

    He pulled out his phone and handed it to me. I made a knew contact.

    Name : Haven
    Last : DeRyan
    Mobile : (837) 542-7648
    Home : havenavalynderyan@yahoo.com

    I handed it back to him and my phone buzzed.

    Not for you! For me! It’s not like I’m ever going to get one of My Boys so I gotta move on. Another British band? I’m all ears
    -biyraBABE

    Ugh. Okay sure. Whatever. Can I go over there tomorrow?
    -unicornscanfly

    Yes. ONLY if you invite me over for a sleepover tomorrow night.
    -biyraBABE

    Idk if he’d be up to that
    -unicornscanfly

    That’s the deal. Take it or leave it
    -biyraBABE

    Ugh. I needed to see Biyra. I had to. But, Niall probably wouldn’t be okay with it. I looked up at him and the other two boys. They were in a deep conversation.

    I will c. What if he says no?
    -unicornscanfly

    Then screw him I’m still coming
    -biyraBABE

    I knew she meant what she said. But I’d wait until the two boys were gone. Which apparently was now as they said their goodbyes to Niall and nodded to me.

    “So, do you want me to let out your cat?” Niall asked.

    “No, I can do it. Where did you put her?”

    “In the bedroom.”

    “I have no idea where that is.”

    “Right. Up the stairs, turn right, go down the hallway, on the left.” Niall instructed.

    I ran up the stairs and following his directions, I got in and let Stacie out. How could I have forgotten about her? She ran away from me and zipped down the stairs. I went back downstairs and was stunned to see Niall setting down a dish full of water for her as he pet her back.

    “Um, Niall?” I asked.

    He looked up at me with his big blue gorgeous eyes. Gorgeous? Where did that come from?! I do not find him attractive…did I? Oh hell yeah I did. I mean, how could I not? He had these huge blue eyes, awesome hair, nice full lips, soft pale skin, and he was actually pretty nice. And hey, he’s Irish.

    “Yes?” he asked.

    “ThisiskindaawkwardbutisitokayifihaveBiyraovertomorrowcauseshewantstoseewhoyouareandwhereI’llbelivingcauseshe’slikethatandshewantstosleepoverorelseI’mneverallowedinherhouseeveragainandIwouldn’tbeabletostandthat.” I rushed out.

    “What?” Niall asked.

    I sighed. Dang it.

    “This is kinda awkward but is it okay if I have Biyra over tomorrow cause she wants to see who you are and where I’ll be living cause she’s like that and she wants to sleep over or else I’m never allowed in her house ever again and I wouldn’t be able to stand that.”

    He smiled at me.

    “That’s no issue. It’s you house too. You don’t have to ask permission to have someone over.”

    I sighed in relief.
    
    “Okay. Thank you.”

    I couldn’t wait to go over to Biyra’s and tell her everything!

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