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.



16. Chapter 15

Bella's POV

After taking Harry to the hospital I get onto my computer. I need to check the security cameras and see what happened in that room..

I go over the security cams over and over.

"There's nothing there!" I yell and slam the computer shut. I exhale slowly pinching my nose. I put on my glasses and walk downstairs. I make me a cup of hot cocoa and sit at the island. "This is so fucking stressful.."

"Tell me about it." A voice says. 

I pull a revolver out of the utensil drawer and walk toward the voice. "Where the hell are you.."

I switch the light on and Chanel is standing there..

I put the gun down and sigh. "How the hell did you get in?"

"Oh.. you might need new bodyguards." I roll my eyes. "You have guns in you kitchen?"

I chuckle. "I have guns everywhere. As I do enemies." She nods and sits at the island. I walk over to the stove getting a cup of cocoa. "Marshmallows?"

"Sure." She replies and I comply. I pass her the mug and sit across from her. "What did you need?"

"Oh right. Umm I wanted to ask you something.." She says hesitant.

"Okay. Shoot." 

She nods slowly. "I was wondering if you liked Zayn or if you had a thing because I kinda like him a little and he just gives me butterflies so I was hoping if you could tell him I liked him because it's really embarrassing and I-" I cut her off from her rant. 

"No I don't have a thing for him, and yes I'll let him know." 

She grins wide and stands.

"Thank you so much Bella!"  Bella? I just met her yesterday.

"It's Isabella. To you." I catch her roll her eyes. This perra..

"Right. Isabella. Thanks." 

"Mmhmm there's the door." I point and she walks out.

Falso perra culo..

My cell phone rings and the number is from the hospital.

I quickly answer it. "Is this Isabella Velazquez?" A shrill voice says.

"Yes this is. Is Harry ok?"

"We don't know. He's been asking us to call you. We won't tell us anything."

Shit.. what is his problem. It's not like he can't lie.

"Okay. I'll be right there." I sigh and grab my jacket running out the door.

                                                        -Skip the drive-

I run into the hospital and hit the front desk.

The lady jumps and turns her attention to me. "What room is Harry Styles in?" I speak quickly. "Uhmmm room 387."

I nod and run up the flights of stairs. 4 to be exact. 

I find the room and people are trying the hook him up to a machine.

"Isabella! Come! Tell them i'm fine!" I walk over and he tries to stand but, almost falls.

"Harry!" I rush and grab him. Shit, he's heavy.

He sits down and sighs. The nurses still stand. "What the fuck do you want? Get out!" I growl and they rush out.

"You alright?" He nods slowly and lies back down. 

"How's your waist..?" I ask hesitant. He hates hospitals but, he could've died..

"It's still bad." He states. "I need to ask you something."
What is it with people asking me things today??

"Okay.." He inhales and exhales before speaking.

"Do you love Zayn..?" I groan in annoyance and roll my eyes. "What is it with everything thinking I like him, let alone love him? If I liked him then I would be with him. But am I? No!" 

"Shit.. Sorry I just.. I needed to know."

I sigh and sit back down in the bed. "Harry I-I do still love you. You know that. And I've forgiven you but.. I can't just forget. I just need to get myself together because.. your not stable enough to build me back up. And I don't wanna pull you down with me."

He sits up and pull me closer. I close my eyes and lay my head on his shoulder. 

"I love you so much Isabella. And what I did was so stupid. I thought that I would never lose you. But I was so wrong. I'll wait however long I need to. As long as I can be with the love of my life, I'll wait."

I lift my head and look into his eyes. "Can you promise me?" He kisses my nose gently. I promise. He then kisses my lips. Not rough, or lustful. A sweet kiss. A promise kiss. 

"I promise you Isabella Velazquez." He kisses me once more and I smile. 


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