Forced To Marry My Enemy (ON HOLD)

He smiles as I walk down the isle.
This was not how it was supposed to be..
I finally reach the alter and he takes my hands in his.
I stare into his eyes knowing this is wrong. What's about to happen is happening for all the wrong reasons.



14. Chapter 13

(Harry and Bella at prom. So fucking adorable I love it.)

I sigh driving to Harry's mansion as I was instructed. I know better than to disobey him..

My phone rings and I grab it still looking at the road.


"Did you read you file yet?" I hear Zayn's voice and I feel butterflies again.

I smile and reply: "No. The first thing I did was get in the car. I'm driving to Harry's mansion."  I roll my eyes, and hear him scoff in annoyance.

"What's with you and that guy anyways? He was touching your hair and you blushed!"

"Well sorry! It's a habit. He used to twirl my hair when we were younger and it-."

"I don't want to hear about you and him!"

"You asked!"

"Sorry. I just.. I like you a lot a-and I know that sometimes feelings resurface.."

I sigh. He's right, they could easily come back..

"I know.. I'll try my best to stop it."

I realize we're at his house so I tell Zayn i'll text him later.

He hangs up sounding a bit annoyed but I ignore it.

I step out of my car and see him unlocking the door.

We step inside and it's just as it was 5 years ago. All black and white. The kitchen is still mahogany and black.

I smile looking around. "It hasn't changed a bit."

"Nope. My mum didn't have the heart to after my dad died.."

"Desmond died? My god Harry i'm so sorry.."

He sighs and nods. "It's fine. You didn't know.."

I frown and suddenly feel really bad for him.

I take the file out of my bag and we go up to his room.

I smile as memories flood in.

He even still has his picture of us on his wall at prom.. 

Harry looks at me and follows my eyes to the picture.

"Oh.. yeah. Prom. That was a night to remember yeah?"

He chuckles awkwardly but I just look down. 

"Five years and you still can't talk about it..?"

"Why would I wanna talk about the night I had my heart broken by my boyfriend of 3 years? Why would I wanna talk about the night before I tried to swallow a whole bottle of pills to kill myself?" My anger builds as I go on. "Why would I wanna talk about the way you laughed as I was physically and emotionally hurt..?" 

He sigh and walks up to me. 

'I'm so sorry Isabella, I was a fucking idiot.."

I sniffle and laugh. Not a haha-laugh. The laugh you  do when your holding back tears. But, it failed..

"I missed this.." He sighs and kisses my hair. I then feel his chin rest on my head.

He just stand there in silence. A good silence.

The silence that I missed..


A/N: Sorry that it's so short! I'm really busy at the moment with some things! I'm really trying to update frequently for you guys. I hope you liked the chapter! Like and comment!

Mwah! ;*

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