Forced Marriage

Chapter 43

Selena's POV

"Sel..." I suddenly heard Harry's voice at the middle of my sleep.

I groaned. "What?" I replied groggily, not opening my eyes.

"You have to wake up now. We have to go see Azie and Sam today." He explained wrapping his arm around me.

"What time is it?" I asked, moaning.

"It's already... 7:23." Harry replied.

That's when I jolted awake. "Oh, my God. I'm going to get ready." I said standing up from the bed.

I head Harry chuckle as I walked towards the closet quickly. I took my undergarments and quickly sprinted off to the bathroom. I close the door and pulled Harry's shirt over my head. I stripped off my undergarments and stepped into the shower. I turned the warm shower one. I got under the stream and took my apple shampoo and put it on my hair. Thankfully, Harry wok me up. Or else Dad would be mad at the both of us. More like at me.

I scrubbed my body with my liquid soap and rinsed it after. I took a towel and dried my body. I put my undergarments on and wrapped the towel around my body. I brushed my teeth and peed before walking out of the bathroom. I shivered as the cold air met my skin. I walked towards the closet. I walked in and closed and locked it.

I looked through my cabinets to find the perfect sweater. It's quite cold today. I took the J Brand Highmore Sweater. I opened the other one to get my jeans. I took the super skinny low jeans. I removed the towel from my body and twisted it around my hair. So, my clothes won't be wet when I put them on.

I put them on before sitting down on my chair, inside the closet. I was facing a mirror. I turned the blower on and removed the towel from my head. I blow dried my hair. Harry enters when my hair is half dried. He sat down on a couch and placed his ankle on top of his knee while looking at me.

"What?" I asked turning the hair dry off and turning on the curling iron.

"You're just so, so beautiful." He said, biting his bottom lip, which is extremely hot.

"Why, thank you, Styles. You're handsome, also." I said curling my hair.

"Of course, I am. Would you marry an ugly man?" He asked, jokingly.

"Of course, not. That's why km going to marry, right. If you don't want, I'll just find another guy." I teased, smirking at him as I continued curling my hair. I looked at him through the reflection of the mirror.

"If you can." He teased back, chuckling.

"Oh, I can." I shot back curling the last loose uncurled hair from the back.

"Fine, then. Cancel the marriage. I don't want you anymore." He teased, standing up from the couch and walked closer to me.

"You sure?" I asked turning the curling iron off. And stared at him through the mirror.

"Nope." He answered, making me burst into laughter. "You know I can't do that, Lena." He said, wrapping his arms around my shoulder.

"And you know, I wouldn't do that, either." I replied, smiling at him. "Well, anyway. Get off now. I have to do my make up." I said, pushing him away.

"You don't need that." He replied, while walking out of the closet.

I chuckled and applied some mascara, blush, foundation and light pink lipstick. I smile at myself and stood up. I walked towards my draws of flats, pumps and such. I took my Steven Madden Topangaa boots. I closed my draw and slipped my boots on. I took my purse and walked out of the closet. I closed it and waked towards my nightstand. To get both my phones. I stuffed them on my purse and walked out of the room. I didn't see Harry in here. So, maybe he already walked out.