Last Chance At Forever

NON FAMOUS: Rhiannon. Torn between two guys. Her boyfriend of almost 5 years, Harry, & his best mate Zayn. Forced to choose. Who will she pick her childhood best friend, or her man on the side? Will Harry find out about Rhiannon's secrets?

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7. Choices

I couldn't get my night with Zayn off of my mind. What was I thinking? I couldn't be with him. Harry is the one I am supposed to be with. We've been together for a while and I'm not ready to throw that away. I walked to the bathroom and stripped down after turning on the water, letting it warm up. I stepped into the shower and started to scrub my hair with shampoo and condition it. I washed my body with my favorite body wash and rinsed off. I stepped out of the shower wrapping myself in a towel as I walked out the door into my bedroom. 

I quickly picked an outfit out of my wardrobe and got dressed. I got my favorite sheer blouse and a pair of denim high waisted shorts. Both from Topshop of course. I finished off the outfit with a pair of black vans. I stepped over to my vanity and combed out my hair, pulling it into a side braid. I brushed mascara on my eyelashes and was about to walk out the door when I bumped into him. Harry.   “Surprise,” He said.
I looked over the room. There were flowers sitting on the table for me and there were candles lit on the counter beside where we were standing.
“You know I don’t like surprises Harry,” I said leaning into kiss him.
He cleared his throat. “Well you’re going to love this.” He grabbed both of my hands and gazed deep into my eyes. “Rhiannon. I think you know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Through the ups and downs it hasn’t changed how I felt about you and I hope you feel the same way. I can’t imagine what life would be like without you. You really mean the world to me,” He said. He got down on one knee and pulled a little blue box out of his pocket and opened it. “Rhiannon. Will you marry me?”   I was speechless. All I could do was nod and smile. It was meant to be with me and Harry and this was a sign. I knew it. If he was ready for the commitment, so was I. I would just have to forget about Zayn and stop seeing him. It wasn’t going to be something easy to do, but in the end it would all be worth it. Harry slid the ring on my finger and stood up, kissing me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me again.   “Shall we go now?” He asked smiling.
“We shall,” I said.
We walked hand in hand out of the door and out to Harry’s Audi. He opened the door for me and helped me in and shut the door behind me. He climbed in the drivers side of the car and turned on the car, immediately changing the radio station. The first song that came on: Wait For You by Elliot Yamin. Of course. I tried not to let my emotions show but it was impossible. Harry noted that something was up.
“Rhi? Are you okay?” He asked me grabbing my hand. He rubbed his thumb along the outer part of my hand.
“I’m fine,” I said putting on a fake smile looking at him.
My phone started buzzing. It was Emeli. I hadn’t talked to her in a while so I figured I better take it. I didn’t want her to think something was up.
“Hello,” I said.
“Rhiannon. I miss you love! Why haven’t you rang?” She asked.
“I’ve just been sort of busy. Stop by the house tonight if you want to. We have a lot to discuss.”
“I’ll come by later! I’ll let you go. Have fun with whatever you’re doing!” She said hanging up the phone.
I looked at Harry. I didn’t want him to think I was talking to Zayn again. “It was Emeli babe,” I said smiling.
“Its okay,” He said.
We arrived at the restaurant and we walked inside the door and went back to a table in the back of the restaurant. It was set for two. It was dimly lit and very empty. I guess this place wasn’t ever busy this time of day. We always come for dinner and it is usually PACKED. Harry pulled the chair out for me and i sat down. He pushed in the chair and sat down across from me.
“I’m glad you said yes honey,” He said. “I was worried you’d turn me down.”
“I would never,” I said smiling.
The waiter came and scribbled down our order and took it back to the kitchen. Harry and I talked for a long while about our wedding and when we wanted. Harry seemed worried after all the things we discussed we had to do.
Harry just smiled at me and called the waiter for the check since we were both almost done with our food. Harry slid his credit card to the man and grabbed my hand. We waited for the man to return and he did a few minutes later. We both stood up from the table and walked out to the car.
We soon arrived back at my apartment and Harry walked me inside.
“Do you want me to stay with you?” He asked.
He was being surprisingly caring tonight. What had come over him? “I’m fine love. But thanks,” I said. “I’ll call you later.” I said kissing him on the cheek.
He walked out the door and out to his car as I sat down on the couch. There was a knock at the door. “Come in,” I shouted. The door creaked open and in walked Emeli. She ran over to the couch and hugged me. She was about to say something when she stopped.
“When were you planning on telling me you were getting married?” She shouted smiling.
“Tonight,” I said. “But theres something else I need to tell you.”
I never told Emeli about that night with Zayn. I guess I was going to tell her now even though I wanted to keep it to myself. I went into detail about that night four months ago with Zayn and told her about last night on the yacht. She looked so disappointed in me.
“Rhi. How could you do that to Harry?” She said in a calm voice.
“I don’t know. I was just.. confused.” I said. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I made the right decision taking this ring.”
“You’ll find out soon. It will all work out. I promise.”
“I’m gonna go change,” I said.
I went to my room and slipped into my favorite pair of yoga shorts and a purple cami. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail tying it with ribbon, and walked back into the living room. Sitting on the couch beside Em who was already in her pajamas.
We decided we were just going to be lazy and watch reruns of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. This is what we usually did when we hung out. She got up from the couch and walked into my kitchen. I smelt something cooking and I walked in to find her cooking fajitas.   “What the hell are you doing?” I asked laughing.
“I was hungry, and I wanted fajitas. Problem?” She said laughing.
“Not at all. You do make pretty damn good fajitas.”
I went back to the couch and waited on her to bring the food to the couch. She sat it down on the coffee table in front of us along with some plates. We made out tacos and gulped them down fast. Emeli had always helped me get through hard times and decisions. I couldn’t help but wonder who she wanted me to end up with.
“Em. Who do you think I should go with?” I asked.
“I think you would be happy with either one,” She said. “But you need to pick one. Its not right to string them both on.”
On that note we both went back into my bedroom and hopped into the bed. We drifted off to a deep sleep, hoping to wake up to a bright tomorrow.

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