"You can't do this to me!" I screamed, my eyes welling up with tears. "I'm sorry but there's nothing we can do," she says, shaking her head sadly. No no no no no, just no. This can't be happening. I, Harry Edward Styles, cannot be arranged in a stupid arranged marriage with some boy I don't even know. "Why can't Gemma do it?" I whined. "She's a girl." Gemma glared at me. "I'm married, stupid." What would happen to my life? My girlfriend? I hate this. And it's all because of some stupid guy named Niall Horan. I will officially make it my goal to make his life a living hell.