Y/N POV 

Not long after Levi had left my room, I got dressed. 

I felt bad that I ended up scratching him and pushing him, but he was the one that didn't hand over the dress. 

But then I was the one that actually ended up hitting him. 

I'm going to have to apologize to him. 

I just know I'm going to be awkward about it. 

I went downstairs and saw Levi sitting on the couch in the living room. 

"I assume you're ready." Levi had said to me. 

"Yeah, I'm ready." I said quietly. 

He walked towards the front door but I stopped him. 

I looked at his face and noticed a red scratch on his cheek. 

"Did you need any-" I said reaching for the red spot on his cheek.

"I'm fine." He said pushing my hand away. 

I sighed softly and followed him to the front door. 

I pulled out my keys to lock the door properly. 

I really felt bad about scratching him and he sounds a little irritated. 

We got into his car and I felt a little awkward. 

Do I apologize now or? 

"Um... I'm uh sorry about scratching you earlier." I said softly. 

"It's fine. Don't worry." He said sounding emotionless. 

What did he even want to talk about now? 

We really could have talked at my house. 

We didn't even need to go out. 

"Are you hungry?" Levi asked out of the blue with his focus still on the road. 

"Not extremely." I said looking at him. 

I didn't have breakfast. 

I was feeling hungry but I didn't want to tell him.

"We'll be going to a small little diner." That was it. He didn't explain any further. 

He didn't say how far it was or what we'll be talking about. Or what kind of food they have. 

No other details. 

I was hoping it was close by so we can get out of this car. 

He didn't even have any music playing. 

I was just sitting fiddling with my fingers in my lap. 

"Um Levi?" I asked. 

"Hm?" 

"What did you want to talk about? I mean couldn't we really just stay at my house and discuss what you wanted to talk about?" I asked him. 

"Who knows if you have your house bugged." He said sounding a little irritated. 

I mean I know he likes things to look clean but as far as to say that our place can be infested with bugs is a little overboard. 

"Hey we don't have an infestation of insects!" I shouted getting a little too defensive. 

"Shut up that isn't what I meant." He said sounding agitated. 

He gripped the steering wheel a little tight. 

"I meant you don't know if you're parents could have put any listening devices in your house. They knew I would be going over and that we would be alone. They don't need to hear about what we need to discuss." He said. 

"My parents would never do that!" I said frightened. 

"Really now? So they trust you with every fiber in their body? And you trust them the same?" He said pulling off to the side of the road to face me. 

"Well, not exactly but they wouldn't-" 

"Then how did they find out about you wanting to run away? How could they have possibly know? Snooping around someone's room doesn't give you that idea that your own daughter wants to run away with a boy." He said sending me a cold stare. 

Then it hit me. 

All this time I thought it was just they found something in my room that must have given it away. 

Maybe the small suitcase I had under my bed.  

Or the notebook I had hidden in my dresser underneath my socks. 

When they were away at work I had spoken about it freely on the phone with Jean. 

Sometimes they would arrive home late and I would be on the phone speaking with Jean for an hour or 2. 

They must have found out from then. 

That's why my mom must have been up. 

"You never really thought of that as a possibility then." He had softened up a bit when he said that. 

I never thought they would consider doing that. 

So they really did want to have complete control of my life. 

Enough to actually want to listen to the things I speak about and discuss on my own free time. 

This is upsetting. 

"I didn't think they would do something like that." I said softly. 

"If it makes you feel any better I only thought about it last night. I saw something near the front door and it struck interest in my mind. Of course you would have to be actively looking for things to actually spot it." He said. 

"I see." I said. 

I wonder what else they have heard me say. 

He pulled back onto the road and continued driving to the diner. 

So I really don't have any freedom. 

We arrived at the diner not long after and we both got out of the car. 

We were sat at a table and had looked over the menus. 

"So what did you want to talk about?" I asked him. 

"I wanted to talk about our marriage. Specifically our wedding." He said coldly. 

I let out a soft sigh. 

"What about our wedding?" 

I was honestly a little scared to be having this conversation. 

I wasn't ready to fully go through with this. 

I knew it was coming but I didn't know when. 

"I'm giving you full control of the wedding. The planning, the decorating. All of it. You can have it how you want it. Think of it as you're dream wedding. How ever you want it." He said giving me a cold stare. 

"My mother would probably take over and-" I began but he interrupted me. 

"And if that were to happen and either of your parents begin to make decisions for you, I expect you to tell me and I'll take it away from them. We'll tell them I am taking control and you can continue to work on it how you want it to be." He said still staring at me coldly. 

I didn't understand why he was letting me have a say in it. 

"Why are you letting me have the complete say?" I asked. 

He let out a heavy sigh. 

"Because I know you're miserable. And I know you haven't had any control in your life, even at a young age. So you might as well do it now. And if you're getting put into this against your will, you might as well find some enjoyment out of it. That's the least that can happen." He said. 

After he had said that he seemed to have had some weight come off of his shoulders. 

"I see. I never thought of a dream wedding. I just assumed my mother would do the planning and call all of my ideas too shabby and not fit." I said to him. 

"Well you still have time. But not a lot of time, we're planning to get married in 2 months." He said sounding a little too nonchalantly. 

"2 MONTHS?" I shouted not being cautious of the people around. 

"Yes now shut up. You'll disturb other people." He said sounding irritated again. 

Well that doesn't give me much time at all honestly.

A waitress came over and took our orders. 

Once our waitress left Levi looked at me with a stern look. 

"Y/N... Don't think you are the only one having a hard time with this. I'm also involved." 

I guess he was right. 

But he seems too mean to have had something that I had with Jean with someone else. 

But he seems to have come to terms with our marriage much better than I have. 

But that's also because I avoid thinking about it at all costs. 

I guess this is what my life has become.