Marrying The Boy With A Quiff

"NO! MOM! I WILL NOT MARRY HIM! I DONT EVEN KNOW HIM! WHY DO I HAVE TO GET MARRIED TO SOMEONE I DONT LOVE OR EVEN KNOW!?" I yell at my mom.

"Hunnie, calm down. It isnt even that bad. Ive meant the boy before. Hes really sweet and nice. He also very cute and is in a boy band." She puts her hand on my arm, but I smack it away.

"MOM! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO YOURSELF RIGHT NOW! IM NOT MARRYING HIM! WHO CARES IF HES SWEET, NICE OR IN A BOYBAND! HE COULD RICH FOR ALL I CARE AND I STILL WOULDNT MARRY HIM, BECAUSE I DONT EVEN KNOW THE BOY! DOES HE EVEN KNOW ABOUT THIS? OR IS IT BEING THROW AT HIM TO!" I yell.

"Bella! Thats enough! Your 19 years old! You havent had a boyfriend in over 2 months and you wonts go out and look for one! Your a beautiful young girl and any would be happy to date you, but Ive been planning this since you were a little girl. Ive known the boy's parents for a while and they argreeed to it. Now your marrying him and thats finally. Go get dressed and dress nicely. Hes family and him will be over an about 2 hours. Now go sweetheart." My mom kisses my cheek, but I wipe it off and run upstairs. Yoour probably wondering whats going on and who I am. Well my names Bella Marie Ivy. Im currently 19 years old. I have long brown curly hair that goes to about my waist. I have bright blue eyes and dimples on both side of my rosy red cheeks and a cute little button nose. Well thats what everyone tells me. Im a shy girl at first, but once you get to know me. Im a crazy bomb just waiting to tick. Anyways, my mom and I agruing because she forcing me to marry someone I dont even know. All I know about this kid is that his name is Zayn and hes in a boy band, that Ive even heard off. I think its One Direction. I dunno, anyways. I just found out today and I was livid. I mean who wouldnt be? You getting told you have to get married in less than a year to a boy you never meant before and my parents think its ok. Well thats all you have to know about me!

I sigh and grab a towel off my dresser that I layed out earlier and walk into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind me. I turn the shower on and set it to the right amount of temperture adnd slide my clothes off. I step into the shower and let the hot water flow over my body. I think about my life and how its going to change. A millon thoughts are running through my head, What if hes a creep or something? What if hes a stuck up jerk and already has a girlfriend and now has to marry me, or what if I ruin his life or something. God, why do I have to do this. I turn the water off and wrap a towel around my body, before the coldness can hit me. I dry my body off and slip my bright green robe on and tie a towel around my hair. I walk over to my closet and grab my white abercombie and fitch dress with a black bow around the waist. I slip on my black lacey bra and matching underwear and than slip on my dress. I plug my blow dryer on and blow dry my curly brown locks. I brush my hair and clip my bangs to my side and leaving my curly hair natural. I apply black eyeliner on my bottom lid to make my blue eyes pop. I add a light blue eyeshadow and some blush to my cheeks. I spray myself with my vanilla perfume and slip on my black wedges just in time for the doorbell to ring. I groan and take one last look in the mirror.

"Honey! Their here!" My mom yells up the stairs. "Bella, lets go!" My mom yells again.

"Im coming mother!" I yell applying my lipgloss. I look into the mirror again and head out my room.

"And heres Bella now." My dad says pointing to me.

"Hi, its nice to meet you. My names Tersea and this is my Husband Joe and my son Zayn." Tersea points to everyone and shakes their hands. Let me just tell you, Zayn is one sexy beast! Hes hair was a dark brown out into a quiff with blonde in the front. He was wearing a white v-neck and a black varisty jacket with a "Z" on the side and a pair of dark jeans and black shoes. He was good looooking!

"Nice to meet you too." I smile at shake their hands.

"You didnt tell me she was this beautiful." Tersea smiles at my parents and I blush.

"Hello, Zayn. Im Bella. Its nice to meet you." I smile and hold my hand out.

"Hi." He says rudely. Well than. I was just trying to be nice. I awkwardly cough and my mom smiles at me.

'Why dont you go show Zayn around the house, sweetheart." She cooes at me. I roll my eyes, but no one sees.

"Alright, mom. You coming Zayn?" I smile at him and he rolls his eyes. Whats stuck up his butt? I sigh and walk away not even waiting for him. I slip into the backyard not even caring if hes behind me or not. I sit on the bench my mom has next to her flower garden,

"You couldnt of waited for me." Zayn comes and sits next to me.

"Well you could of been nicer." I state. He huffts and rolls his eyes. I turn and face my body to him, with anger in my eyes,

"Look, pretty boy, I dont know what your problem is, but do you think I want this? Do you think I wanna marry someone I dont even know? Do you think I wanna get married to someone I dont even love? No. I dont. I just found out I was getting married to you today. I didnt even know you name or anything. I know nothing about you and you know nothing about me. But Im trying to be nice, because our parents want this. I never asked for this. I havent had a boyfriend in 2 years and now getting married to one is a big challenge. So you could atleast be a little bit nicer to me. I didnt do anything to you." He sighs and looks up at me.

"Why havent you had a boyfriend in the last 2 years, Bella?" He whispers and looks into my eyes.

"Cause." I state simply.

"You can tell me about, love. We are getting married you know." He smirks at me and I roll my eyes.

"Well Im not exactly the prettiest girl and I was cheated on by my boyfriend of 2 years." He laughs and I roll my eyes. I know this was going to happen.

"Why the hell are you laughing?" I yell at him. He stops laughing and looks at me confused.

"Im laughing cause you just called yourself ulgy." He smiles and me and I look at him confused.

"Um... Yeah. So?" He laughs and again and I sigh.

"Your not ulgy Bella, your actually quite beautiful." He smiles and I blush.

"Thanks, Zayn." I smile back at him. Maybe my mom was right. He is sweet and nice and hes pretty cute, but that doesnt really change my mind about marrying someone I dont even know. Plus the trust issues I have I dont know if Ill be able to handle being cheated on again. I broke me, but if Zayns up for it, than maybe we can give this a chance. Maybe it can be my second chance at love?

This is what Bella looks like: http://www.google.com/imgres?q=adriana+lima+curly+hair&um=1&hl=en&sa=N&biw=1350&bih=634&tbm=isch&tbnid=L5ScFhZwVC3w3M:&imgrefurl=http://womenworld.org/beauty/your-best-hair-ever.aspx&docid=ObEQZXjZoR_xEM&imgurl=http://womenworld.org/image/042012/Your%252520best%252520hair%252520ever_3.jpg&w=651&h=548&ei=pCx7UMeGK-Xu0gHkyIDACg&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=133&vpy=307&dur=339&hovh=139&hovw=174&tx=146&ty=126&sig=116489129291317233956&page=2&tbnh=139&tbnw=174&start=25&ndsp=31&ved=1t:429,r:13,s:20,i:188. If you cant click it just go to google images and search in Adriana Lima wavy hair