Forced//h.s

"Oh come on babe. We could be friends. I mean, we are going to be married for a long while and we can't hate each other when we are around people." He says his faces coming closer to mine. He slowly puts his hand on my my arm, his finger going slowly up and down my arm. He leans his head to my ear.

"We could even be friends with benefits. Totally fine with that." His husky voice says in a whisper into my ear. I close my eyes, loving the feeling of his minty breath on my skin. I then open my eyes remembering this was Harry. I look over at him, shooting him a death glare.

"You and I will never be friends or even anything else." I say opening the door.
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Arranged Marriage is a type of material union where the bride and groom and selected by a third party rather then by each other.

But this wasn't any 'Arranged Marriage'…………..