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The sun shone through the tall windows and onto the notebook before me. The rays passed through Alyssa's loose brown curly hair, which sat on her bare shoulder. The pen in my hand was tapping against the wooden dining room table, trying to obtain some ideas.

California had been good to us in the past few weeks. One direction, were on their last leg of the tour and just so happened to have an upcoming show in California, which made Harry able to stick around a while longer.

We never found out who was behind all of it, but we got it sorted out to the point where I never received another package from that point on. It passed through my mind, time and time again, that all of these packages were being sent from each of Harry's tour locations. It made me think of worst case scenarios- Made me think of the threatening people who surrounded Harry constantly- it made me think of the band mates.

I absentmindedly drew random lines in the columns of my lined paper, my pen making satisfying marks along the bare lines. Beyond that point were lists of things that were needed for the wedding. We were still undecided for a number of things; location seemed to be the biggest issue. Harry and I had gone back and forth, and we had yet to come to a conclusion. I had always dreamed of being married in a castle, as dumb as it sounded to say out loud, it was my dream. Harry, on the other hand, had his mind set on being married in a church. We knew that we were to marry in England, but that was as close as we got to agreeing on the topic.

"Is it even worth it?" Alyssa questioned in a loud tone.

I looked up cautiously, "What?"

"All the planning, all the money, all the stress, is it worth it?"

"I-," I was at a loss for words. "Why wouldn't it be worth it?"

She fidgeted with her hands, showing some form of nervousness as she said these things to me.

"Imagine marrying Harry, and then not wanting to be with him. It costs a lot of money to divorce a millionaire." Her eyes were looking everywhere except at me. "There's a great chance that it will happen."

"Look at me." My voice was stern, but shook in the slightest.

Alyssa's hand went up to shade her eyes; a deep breath was brought in between her quivering lips. I sat and watched how she was acting, and I knew she wasn't right. These weren't her words.

"Don't marry him," She said in a lower tone.

I could hear Louis and Harry in the other room; laughter filled the halls and flooded into the kitchen. I was hoping Harry wouldn't hear what was going on in here.

"Alyssa, look at me." I said quietly.

She looked up, her eyes clouded by tears that threatened to fall over her bottom lashes. I refused to be mad at her, not without knowing her full reasoning at least. I placed my hands on her cold ones, keeping my grip light as I pushed for her to explain what was going on.

"Why are you saying this so suddenly?" I asked her, "You were so excited a few weeks ago."

"You can't tell anyone," She rushed. "You can't say a word, Amelia."

I was confused but still agreed to keep my mouth shut. I placed my hand over my heart,

"You have my word."

With my simple gesture, she completely broke down before me. I had no idea how to react, but I begged for her to keep quiet. The last thing we needed was for the boys to walk in on us. Louis would surely be worried if he saw her crumble like this.

"It's Louis," She said in panic, "He's threatening me, he's telling me to convince you to drop out of the marriage."

My mouth opened but no words came out, she hushed me anyway.

"I know you love Harry, but I at least needed to say those words loud enough for him to hear me." Her hands shook under mine.

"You need to tell someone-," I rushed.

"No!" She cut me off, "Amelia, if you tell anyone you're putting my life in danger."

"Why is he doing this? What is he saying to you? I-I don't think I understand-,"

She took her hands out of mine; bringing them up to her face to wipe her rapidly falling tears. She took her hair into one of her hands, working quickly to put it into a ponytail.

"You know for a fact he was never too keen on you being with Harry," She rested her head on her hands, eyes still peered at me. "He's doing everything in his power to convince you to bail."

My mind raced back to everything that had occurred throughout the past few days, weeks, even months- all I could envision in my mind were those damned roses, the locations, and Harry. My heart beat only escalated with the thoughts I kept adding to the pile.

"What has he done? Do you-,"

She glanced around the kitchen, holding a finger in my direction to silence me once more. Footsteps were approaching- and at the worst possible time.