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

CHAPTER THREE

So this is the full chapter three. i hope y'all enjoy it. I'm still on vactaion and have 2 other stories to update so I don't know when the next one will be....sorry.

i came back and realised i had no song for this one....so it's going to be Can i trust you with my heart  :D Because this whole chapter is kinda about the trust bond that needs to build between Niall and Haven.

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*Haven’s POV*

    “Good Morning sleepy face! Get your butt up! I wanna play your guitar but I don’t know where it is!” Biyra’s voice said.

    I groaned and got up rubbing my face.

    “It’s in my and Niall’s room.”

    “You sleep in the SAME ROOM!?” Biyra yelled.

    “Shhh! You’ll wake him! Now come on, lets go get it.”

    We snuck upstairs and opened the door to the bedroom. Niall slept face up with the covers low on his waist.

    “Damn.” Biyra said looking at him.

    Yes, his abs were full on display, and his arm muscles…but I tried not to look as I waked Biyra.

    “That’s my future man!” I hissed.

    “Who sleeps around.” Biyra reminded me.

    “Stop it! I know okay!?”  I didn’t mean for it to come out so meanly, but she reminds me every five seconds!

    “Sorry.” Biyra replied.

    We grabbed my guitar and ran downstairs. She began to play ‘I wish’ and I sang along.

(Niall’s POV)

    I awoke in the morning to some soft music playing downstairs. It was one of the band’s songs…uh… ‘I Wish’. Yeah, that was it. I slowly crept downstairs not caring I was only in my boxers. This was still my house, even if Haven was living here along with her girlie friend as well.

    “But I see you, with her, slow dancing, tearing me apart cause you don’t see. Whenever you’re with her, I’m breaking oh how I wish, oh how I wish, oh how I wish that was me.” came a soft but beautiful singing voice.

    I rounded the stairs and snuck into the kitchen to see Haven and Biyra. Biyra was strumming a guitar lightly along with the music coming from an iPod. Haven was singing quite quietly as she  flipped pancakes on the griddle.

    Biyra stopped strumming and sighed putting her head in her hands. Haven rushed to her friend.

    “Hey, it’s gonna be okay.”

    “Yeah…but he’s going to be back. In two days.”

    “Just break it off.”

    “Remember what happened last time I tried to break it off? He almost broke me. I don’t know where all this anger is coming from. But I refuse to stay with someone who treats me this way.”

    “Not that I blame you Biyra. He comes home with other women, sleeping with them when he knows your at home. He beats you when he’s pissed.”

    “Which is why I am leaving him!”

    Sleeps with other women….oh gosh. That’s what I did to Haven. Yes, I am aware that I am the worst guy in history. Lower than slugs. But…I don’t know, I don’t know how to act. Just now though, when I heard Haven’s voice crack when she said those few words, I knew. I knew how much I hurt her even if she acted like I didn’t.