A Twist in Fate

Arianna Smith has an arranged marriage to the one and only Harry Styles.. Most girls would die to be in her position, but Arianna would rather die than marry him. She absolutely cannot stand him. Will she learn to love him? Or will she fall for another member of the band? The ending may surprise you(:


2. Chapter 2 <3

 Suddenly, I felt someone’s arms wrap around my waist. “Hey wifey.” Someone said, breathing warmly onto my neck. I shivered and jumped forward, out of the persons grip. I turned around, not thinking and kneed them in the balls. After that I sharply slapped them across the face. When I turned around I saw Harry Styles standing there looking gobsmacked, his face beet red. Suddenly he collapsed onto his knees in the middle of the parking lot whimpering like a little girl. “Aren’t you worried about scuffing up those $500 skinny jeans?” I say before rolling my eyes at him. “No, I’m more worried that we’ll never be able to have children!” He says before letting out another whimper. I was completely gobsmacked I couldn’t believe what was happening. “Mum! What the f*ck is he talking about? Why aren’t you freaked the f*ck out!” Before my mum could say anything Harry started to speak. “Arianna, calm down!” “How in the bloody hell do you know my name? Mum let’s leave, he’s a stalker! Why aren’t you freaked out? He just said I was his wife and something about us having kids together like what the f*ck!” My mum didn’t even answer me. She just walked over to Harry. “Harry, sweetie. Are you okay? Ann get over here, I don’t think we’ll be able to have any grandkids” She yelled helping Harry up off the ground. “No one told her about the marriage? Am I the only one that knew?” Harry asked turning back to his mum and dad. “What marriage? Mum what the f*ck is he talking about?” I say looking at my mum and Ann. “Arianna, you’re going to have to learn to control that mouth of yours. I hate swearing. It’s a real dirty habit” Harry breaks in with a grin. “Who are you to tell me what to do?!” I huff back. “Let’s go inside, we’ll discuss it at lunch.” Mum replied before Harry could say anything. I strutted angrily into Nando’s and into the Bathroom. I went in there and slid down against the tiled wall. When my bum hit the floor, I smacked my head into the wall and looked up at the ceiling, lost in a million thoughts. Can I just die now? My whole life is ruined. Maybe I’m on pranked… Marriage what the f*ck is this kid talking about? Ugh this sucks, how am I going to go to Cambridge next fall? Or become a dermatologist? All my dreams that I’ve worked so hard on fulfilling in my life are fading. I’m beyond pissed. I slowly get up and strut angrily towards our lunch table. As I approach it, I saw that everyone else had sat down and left me a spot right next to Harry. How wonderful. As soon as Harry saw me, he got up and pulled out my chair. I sat there silently for 4 minutes feeling someone staring at me. I continued to look straight and said “It’s not polite to stare Harry.” “His head instantly snapped down and I look over to see his cheeks turning a light pink. “Sorry, I didn’t know it was a crime to stare at your beautiful fiancée.” He said cheekily and poking my side. “I’m not your fiancée.” I say harshly through gritted teeth and rolling my eyes. “Oh, but you are Arianna.” He says smiling. “Okay, you can stop with this joke it’s not funny!” I say looking at my mum and Harry’s parents. “He’s not lying Ari, he really is your fiancée.” My mum says.  “Was I drunk or something when this happened? Because, I don’t remember this.” I say. “No, Arianna your mum and I arranged this marriage 18 years ago.” Ann said smiling. This was the first time I had heard her talk today. I was so gobsmacked at what she said that I couldn’t say anything. “You see sweetie, Ann and I were best friends all throughout school and when we found out we were both pregnant we were so excited. Then when we found out she was having a boy and I was having a baby girl we arranged a marriage for the two of you.” My mum says softy as if nothing is wrong with this whole idea. “Mum why in the bloody hell would you do that!?” I scream standing up. Everyone in the restaurant turned around and looked at me like I was crazy. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hand, forcing me to sit down. “Ari, calm down sweetie.” Harry said in hushed voice. “Stop telling me what to do… and DO NOT CALL ME SWEETIE!” I say aggravated. “And how can you be okay with all this Harry!? You have billions of girls that you could marry and hook up with that actually like you.” And with that I got up from the table and strutted out of the restaurant. 

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