Like Crazy

Everyone thinks Julia Parker is perfect, but she is nothing close.
She is soon to be facing an arranged Marriage to her dad's close friends son, Harry Styles, though Julia wants nothing to do with him.
But, through Harry she meets Niall who she falls head over heals in love with.
They begin doing things behind Harry's back, and when he finds out, they devise a plan.
But with the wedding coming up, Julia is worried there won't be a way out.
But she can't marry Harry.
Because of Niall.
She needs him, she wants him, she loves him, like crazy.


29. EDITED "When does it end?"

"Peach? I don't know. I guess it's a possibility..." I said. Destiny and I were on the phone discussing what the wedding color would be.
We had gotten a lot closer over the week that had passed since I told her the truth about Harry and I.
"Well do you think you should ask harry?" She asked.
"He won't care," I retorted, twisting a piece of my hair around my finger.
To be honest we haven't even set a wedding date yet, but to my mom what color the bridesmaids dresses and tablecloths would be was much more important.
"We should hang out tonight," I declared.
It was quiet.
"I actually can't tonight," she said, a hint of excitement in her voice.
"Oh.. What are you doing?" I asked, hoping not to come off as nosy.
"I have a date," she said.
I could practically feel her smiling on the other end of the phone.
"Shut up!" I squealed.
"I know!" She replied.
"Who's the guy?" I asked.
"His name is Zayn I guess. We met downtown a few days ago," she said nonchalantly.
I tensed up. Zayn? The same Zayn that got Lilly freaking pregnant? I shook my head. It could be a different guy.. I mean New York is huge. Still, the name isn't very common. "Hello?" Destiny asked.
"Oh.. I'm sorry. I'm here. I.. Actually have to go though. Call you later okay?" I stuttered, hanging up the phone.
I took a deep breath.
I had to tell Lilly.
Harry's POV:
"Surprise," I smiled, ducking into Kenzie's room.
We'd been seeing each other nearly everyday for the past two weeks.
"Hey baby," she smiled, pulling me down for a kiss.
Pulling away, I sat down next to her.
"How are you?" I asked her, leaning against the wall.
"Me? I'm.. Fine. How are you?" She asked, returning the question.
"Happy," I replied, grabbing her hand and skimming my thumb over her knuckles.
She smiled at my answer. I leaned over, pulling her into me. Wrapping my arm around her, I used my other one to play with the ends of her hair.
"I like your hair," I whispered.
She giggled. "Well I quite like yours too," She ran her hands through my curls, causing a smile to tug at my lips.
"Do you work tonight?" I asked her. She sighed, and nodded.
"In fact if I don't leave now I'm going to be late," I quickly caught her lips, kissing her.
"Don't go," I pouted.
"I'm sorry Harry, but some people actually need to work for their money." She said, a bit to harshly as she began filling her cross body bag With things around her room.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, "does it bother you that I don't work?"
She shook her head, grabbing something off of her dresser. "I didn't say that," she said softly.
"Well you implied it!" I informed her.
"I didn't mean it like-"
"Whatever Kenzie. I'm sorry if what I do bothers you," I scoffed.
"Okay Harry when did I say that?" She asked, turning around to face me.
I only rolled my eyes.
"You always have to make a big deal about something that's not," she said.
"Really?" I demanded.
She didn't respond.
"You know what? I don't care. It doesn't matter," I said, getting up and turning to leave.
"No.. Wait," she said.
I turned to look at her.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean that,"
I looked at the ground. I sighed, mentally forgiving her and myself before connecting her waist with mine.
"I don't like fighting with you," I whispered, before I started trailing soft kisses down her neck and on her collarbone.
She wrapped her arms around my torso before leaning up and pressing our lips together.
I smiled, rubbing circles into her back.
"I'm gonna be late.." She whispered, slowly pulling away.
I nodded, holding onto her hand until she was too far away to do so.
Julia's POV:
I walked downstairs, hoping to talk to my mom.
"Hello dear," she smiled.
"Hi. Um mom.. Could we talk?" I asked.
"Of course. What is it sweetie?" She replied.
"I was thinking.. About college and stuff." I began.
She sighed, setting down the cup in her hand.
"Your father and I have been talking, and we think you should wait and go second semester."
"What? Why?" I asked.
I couldn't just miss first semester. First semester is when you get all of your syllabus' and meet your teachers and classmates.. How could I just miss that?
"The wedding is top priority right now. Harry isn't going until second semester. Did you hear he reapplied to standford and got in? How exciting that you guys get to go to college together too!"
I sighed.
When does it end?
"So now you're going to college together?" Lilly asked.
"I guess so. Don't most married couples meet in college?" I sighed.
Suddenly my phone started beeping.
"I have to go," I said, "Call you later."
I flipped over to the other line.
"Hello?" I asked, unsure of who was calling.
"Hey baby,"
"Hey," I smiled.
"Can I come over?" He asked, "Or maybe it would be better if you came here.." He quickly added.
"Sure, I'll see you in five minuets.
Thankfully, Lilly's mothers car wasn't in the driveway- which meant she was gone.
I knocked on Niall's door.
"Whooo is it?" He asked.
I thought for a second "You're mother,"
The door swung open and the look on Niall's face was priceless.
"You seriously believed that? You're too easy." I laughed.
He rolled his eyes before pulling me in by the waist and pressing me up against the now closed door.
He began kissing down my neck, jawbone and collarbone before bringing his lips up to connect with mine.
"Mmm I've missed you," He whispered, pressing his forehead against mine.
I just smiled at him.
He picked me up bridal style and carried me into the living room.
"We should go out," he declared.
I smiled, then sighed. "I'll have to check my parents itinerary," He grabbed my hand, rubbing circles into my skin.
"I'm sure you can get out of the house for one night," he whispered seductively in my ear, "For me," I felt goosebumps going up my arms.
I nodded quickly. I'd do whatever it took.
"Harry this is important to me!" I scream-whispered over the phone.
He was trying to tell me he couldn't 'go out' tonight.
"I'm sorry! It's not my fault okay?" He responded.
"Just tell your parents your going out with me. I'm sure they'll be thrilled." I said, tastelessly.
"I tried. The person coming to meet me is from Stanford. There's no way out this time. Sorry," he informed me. "Whatever," I said. "This could still work.. Just make sure our mothers don't talk to each other tonight, okay?"
He agreed before hanging up.
This could be risky.

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