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Arranged Marriage

Harry: “Y/N, come down here!” Your mum shouted from the living room. You groaned, running a hand through your hair. What did she want now? She had grounded you for the week because you had snuck out with Harry, and it wasn’t even the fact that you snuck out, it was that you were with Harry. Neither of your parents liked him, always complaining about how he was a bad influence, how he was nothing but trouble, and he would soon break your heart. The only person that cared about your feelings was your younger sister. “Y/N!” Your mum shouted again. You jumped, springing to your feet you called “I’m coming.” You walked down the stairs, and into the living room, immediately stopping when you saw your mum and a close friend of hers sitting on the couch, and a boy about your age sitting on the chair across from them. You looked towards your mum, raising an eyebrow. “Sweetie, you know my friend Rebecca, yes? Well this is her son Landon.” Your mum said, standing from the couch. She pulled you over while her friend and her friends son both stood. “Nice to meet you.” The brunette boy said, sticking his arm out. You smiled and shook his hand, “Yeah, you too.” Your mum shot you a quick glare before moving to stand next to her friend. “So, we’ve been talking,” She started, glancing at her friend before continuing, “We both think you two would be perfect for each other. No Harry or Sophia.” Her friend nodded, picking up where she left off, “Their both bad influences, you don’t need them in your lives. You’ll soon thank us for this. So, you have one month until the wedding.” Wedding? Did she just say wedding? You froze, not knowing what to say, and by the looks of it, neither did Landon. “W-wedding?” You finally managed to get out. Both of your mothers nodded. “You can’t expect me to leave my boyfriend, never mind marry some stranger! I’m sixteen years old, you can’t force me to marry someone!” You exclaimed, almost in tears. “I’m sorry, but that’s the way it is.” You just shook your head, refusing to let the tears fall until you got to your bedroom, where you buried yourself under the duvet and hid your face in the pillow.

Liam: “You can’t do this! You can’t make me do this!” You yelled at your parents. “We can, and we will! You will marry this boy in two months whether you like it or not!” Your mother yelled back at you. Your father quickly led his friend and his friends son, Daniel, out of the room, and out of the house, probably walking them to their car and telling them everything would go as planned. “I’m seventeen!” You yelled, “I’m pretty sure you can’t force your child into marrying someone!” Your mums face grew redder as her fists clenched at her side, “You are marrying him, end of discussion. Now go to your room.” She pointed towards the stairs, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. You bit your tongue to stop yourself from saying anything else as you quietly walked to your bedroom, letting the silent tears flow down your cheeks. Your own mother, the one person who was supposed to love you, and stick by you was forcing you to marry someone you didn’t know, someone you didn’t love. You had calmed yourself down a while later, but refused to go down for dinner, instead you stayed curled on your bed, staring into space. You never realised someone had walked into your room until you felt the bed dip. “Mum told me what happened.” You blinked back the tears at the thought of everything as you looked up at your brother. “I can’t tell him now.” You croaked out. “Can’t tell who what?” Your brother asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Liam, that i like him. That i really, really like him.” “Oh. You still can, you don’t have to go through with this. Tell him, be with him, i’ll be here with you through everything.” Your brother assured you.

Louis: You gave Louis a small smile as you sat down on the couch next to him. You felt guilty. You knew what your mum was planning, but you couldn’t tell Louis. You loved him, and you didn’t want to lose him. Your mother thought it would be best if you married her bosses son. She had told you about it a week ago, and you had gotten into a big argument. She had told you that you had to stop seeing Louis now, that your wedding was planned and set, and that was that. But you couldn’t do it, all you needed was a little time to come up with a plan. You had three weeks though, three weeks until your planned wedding. “Are you alright, love?” Louis asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Huh? Oh yeah.” You gave him a small smile before turning your attention to the t.v screen. “You sure?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah.” You nodded, turning to look at him, “I love you, you know that?” He pressed his lips to your forehead, mumbling, “I love you, too.” He pulled back, smiling down at you, “I really love you.” He leaned down, eyes flicking down to your lips. Just as he was about to kiss you, your mum burst through the door, screaming her head off, “What did i tell you! I told you to keep away from him!” She continued to scream, now looking at Louis, “Get out of my house and stay away from my daughter! Now!” Louis knew your mum didn’t like him, so this was no surprise to him. He quickly pressed a kiss to your cheek, jumping off the couch he raced towards the door, grabbing his shoes and his jacket, not bothering to put them on before he left. After the door shut, your mum turned towards you, “What did i tell you! You’ve not to see him again, you are getting married in three weeks!” “Sorry.” You frowned, standing up and making your way towards your bedroom, knowing that you would have been sent there anyway. “Phone.” She suddenly demanded. “Excuse me?” “I want your phone, now.” You pulled it out of your pocket, quickly checking it was locked before handing it over to your mum and walking up the stairs to your room.

Niall: “Y/N, can you come here please?!” Your mum called from the kitchen. You sighed, standing up and wrapping the blanket tighter around you.”Y/N.” Your mum called again. “Yeah?” You questioned, stepping into the kitchen. “We have to talk.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you took a seat across from your mum at the table, “About what?” “You.” It was a quick answer. You stayed quiet, waiting for her to go on. “Your grandmother and i have been talking, her friends grandson is a lovely young man, his name is Kyle and we think it would be great if you two got to know each other.” After that, you could have sworn you heard her say ‘Especially before the wedding’ but you let it slide, because you weren’t sure. “Why?” You asked. “Well, you are both smart, nice looking people. Who would make a great family later on in life. So, we’ve been talking about it for a while, and his mother and grandmother agreed. And we want you to get to know each other before the wedding in one month.” She informed you. “Wedding?!” You exclaimed, pushing your chair back as you stood up. “Wedding!?” You were almost yelling, “You can’t expect me to marry someone i don’t know. Someone i don’t love! What if i already love someone else, huh? Did you ever think about me when you were planning this?!” You didn’t stay to hear what she had to say, you turned quickly, marching towards the stairs in the hall. You didn’t care that when you were walking past the front door it opened and hit you, you continued to stomp up the stairs. “What’s wrong?” You heard your dad ask from the bottom of the stairs. “Ask her!” You yelled, not bothering to turn around. You slammed your bedroom door shut, throwing yourself onto your bed. You let the tears fall, lifting the teddy your mum had gave you when you were younger. “I hate you.” You cried, throwing it at the wall. You felt stupid for crying, because, was it really something to cry over? To you it was, because you already did love someone else.

Zayn: You shook your head and stood up, walking backwards until you hit the kitchen counter. “You want me to marry him!? I don’t even know him, i’m dating Zayn!” You yelled, tears springing to your eyes. She was really going to make you do this. “And how old is he!” She exclaimed. “You- Your complaining about the age gap between Zayn and i, and you expect me to marry a twenty-one year old!” You continued to yell, “I love Zayn! Don’t you understand that, don’t you care about me? About my feelings, huh?” When she opened her mouth to answer, you shook your head and cut her off, “Don’t answer that, of course you don’t, you’ve never cared about me! Never thought about me, my feelings, what it would do to me! No, the only thing you care about is yourself! No wonder dad left you!” You saw her fists clench by her side, her face got a bit redder, “Don’t you dare bring things back to your father and i!” You let out a laugh, “It’s always been about you, even when dad left because you were being a controlling cow, he was made the bad guy! You tried to turn us all against him and now i see why Aimee and Luke went with him, i wish i with them now!” “That’s it! I don’t want to hear anymore. The wedding is in one month, and no matter what you say, you are marrying him! Now get out of here before i do something i regret!” She screamed at you, pointing towards the kitchen door. There was still a lot of things you wanted to say, but you shook your head and walked away, mumbling under your breath at how she was a terrible mother.