FOREVER [Niall Horan] ✔

Prologue

I shiver, the cool breeze hitting my face, as I open the door to my balcony. I drag a chair closer to the railing, taking my blanket along, and sit on it with my legs folded beneath me. I pull my auburn hair up in a high ponytail, lean against the chair and pull the blanket closer to me, clutching it tightly against my chest as I curl up in a ball. Even though it's the month of April and it's supposed to be hot, it isn't.

I feel a chill run down my spine and goosebumps rise on my body just at the single thought of what is about to happen tomorrow.

I squeeze my legs deeper under the blanket, when a cold breeze hits my legs, and sigh in contentment. I quiescently stare at the few cars passing by as I think about it. A sob escapes my lips when I think about how my life would be after marrying him. I wish I could deny him, but I can't, my parents won't let me, for I have his child in my womb.

I try to stop myself from crying but to no avail. A tear slips down my cheek, that I've held for a while, and I wipe it away with the back of my hand only for it to be replaced by new, fresh ones. My vision becomes blurry when I no longer try to hold my tears back or wipe it away. I just passively gape, with blurry vision, at the empty and peaceful road, so ironic to what I've been feeling.

I get up from my chair when my back starts to hurt. I yawn, stretch my muscles and walk back inside before fastening the balcony door. I stroll towards my bed and sit on the edge of it with my head in my hands as my elbows rest on my knees. I wish I could run away from all of this mess and stay in a small country house with my child, happily. I just want to get away from here, from him. I don't want my baby to go through what I've been for the past six months, I want to keep my baby safe, I want it to be happy.

My reverie is broken when I hear a knock on my door. I slowly amble towards the door and open it only to find him. I gawk at him in pure confusion. I didn't expect him to be here tonight, because they say, 'It is a bad omen for the groom to see the bride a day before the wedding'.

He is wearing a pair of denim jeans along with a white, liquor stained, shirt. He devilishly smirks at me before pushing me roughly against the mahogany door, pinning me with his hips and holding my wrists above my head.

He leans down and captures my lips with his. He tastes like liquor, cheap liquor, as he moves his mouth against mine, pushing his tongue inside my mouth. I try to pull away, but he's stronger. He licks the insides of my mouth as he pushes himself harder against me. He pulls away, out of breath, and starts to bite and nibble on my neck. I feel his smile on my skin as he continues his actions, even though I whine and try to squirm away from his hold. He gives me a look that clearly says, try and stop me, I gulp and instantly stop squirming. I don't want to show up at my wedding with a bruise.

"Just a few more hours, baby, and you'll be mine to do whatever I want." He looks me in the eyes and smirks, an indecipherable emotion passing through his eyes. I shudder at his voice and ball my fists, which are still on top of my head, to control myself from saying something that he wouldn't like. I don't want to anger him because I know the consequences that are to follow. "I can't wait to fuck you in ways you've never imagined." He bites my lips and an involuntary whimper escapes my lips. "And you wouldn't dare stop me, would you?" It is a rhetorical question and I know better than to answer it. He lets go off of my wrists and places a tender kiss to my forehead, so ironic to just seconds ago, on my forehead before walking away.

This is not how I planned my wedding to be. This is not what I thought my husband would be like. I cannot keep up with his bipolar behaviour, this is too much, even for me, to handle. I cannot fathom the thought of my baby being parented by such a person. I don't care about myself but my baby, I don't want such a person around it. I just don't want to marry him. Being a single parent would be difficult, but at least it would be better than having him closer to us.

Here we go!

I'm sorry, but I had to take the book down. I promise to give you a better and an edited version of FOREVER and you do not have to wait long. I promise you'll like it better. If you liked the previous version, I'm sure as hell you'll like this too. Don't forget to read it again, for I have made a few changes, not the plot, but the writing.

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Ann Van.