Never | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

two.

Bianca's POV

"Right well, now that we have that out of the way, why don't we get you into hair and makeup," I tell Penelope, trying to change the subject just as I hear the front door open meaning one thing. My mother was home.

"Penelope why haven't you showered yet the makeup artist should be here soon," My mom says as soon as she walks out into the backyard where we are.

"I already did, my hair just finished drying," Penelope says timidly, knowing how controlling my mother was going to be with her today.

There wasn't a day that went by that my mother didn't try and control. She could do it with ease to Penelope but with me it wasn't going to happen. I constantly put up a fight with my mother and it seemed to have worked, paving a much more independent path for myself. I was already 26 without so much as boyfriend meaning I wouldn't marry any time soon. While Penelope had dated several suitors since her 21st birthday. My mother constantly pressured her to marry. And in my opinion it was what had spoiled Penelope's relationship with Harry. She wanted the ring and he just wanted her company. It was evident.

"And the makeup artist is already here," I chime in, letting my mother know she isn't the only one needing to keep tabs on today.

"Oh well, see to it then Penelope," My mother tells her, clapping her hands, sending Penelope scurrying to the dining room where the makeup artist had already set up camp.

"And Bianca, is this what you'll be wearing to the ceremony?" My mother asks me critically staring at the dress hung on the portable rack out stylist dropped off late last night.

"It is," I reply blandly, admiring the blowout the hairstylist gave me for today.

"It's so..plain. Why don't you go and have a look at the other dresses Monique sent over for you, there are a few that will help disguise those hideously wide hips of yours."

"I'm fine with this," I say snatching my dress off the rack before rushing into my bedroom.

I quickly slip the dress on before admiring the way it makes my figure look in the mirror. I wasn't as skinny as Penelope and I definitely had more meat on my bones then most people in my area but I didn't mind at all. I liked my womanly shape, and I wasn't going to let my mother ruin that for me.

"Where are you going Bianca," My mother calls out after me as I whiz past her to the front door.

"Cemetery, I'll meet you at the ceremony," I shout before slamming the door behind me.

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As I place the flowers down on top of my father's tombstone, a single tear slides down my cheek. I stare at his name and try to understand why God took away the one person that actually understood me. The one person who was on my side when things at home got rough.

"This wasn't suppose to turn out like this," I say softly,"You were suppose to be here for Penelope...you were suppose to be here for me."

The two years after my father's death came quicker then I ever imagined and it seemed I was the only one still holding onto the grief of it all. But maybe it's because I knew something no one else did.

My father had died from a heart attack that I truly believe was caused by my mothers infidelity. My father loved my mother more then she ever deserved and the day he and I both discovered her at a secret home in the hills with her lover, I knew my father was destroyed.

He was constantly stressing over my mother's every action and where abouts. He tried so hard to change himself for her but it was all too much. In the end he passed away from a heart attack and my mother couldn't have cared less.