[Emma's POV]

With a huff, I slipped into my house and slammed the door behind me. I gently pressed myself against the door and briefly stared up at the ceiling before glancing back down at the ring that adorned my finger. A feeling of fear suddenly coursed through my veins.

How was I going to break it to my family and Emily about my drunkenly mistake on getting married to a fucking stranger? An American teenager who's a member of some famous pop band called Why Don't We?

"Fuck!" I muttered to myself and rubbed down my face.

"Where have you been?" A voice called out, and I screamed bloody murderer at the sudden voice. "Bloody hell, Emma," a familiar voice screeched, and I snapped my head to the living room to see Emily on my couch.

She sat there with her face scrunched up, "Sorry." I breathed out. "What are you doing here?" I asked whilst slipping off my shoes, leaving it by the shoe rack where my brother's sky blue Jordan's sat.

She shrugged, "You were ignoring my calls and texts," she said, and I huffed.

"I wasn't ignoring your calls per se. I was figuring out what the fuck happened last night," I tell her as a sigh slips past my lips as I fall back onto the couch, hoping it can swallow me whole after the discovery this morning.

"What do you mean?" Emily questioned, and I could sense her confusion with each word slipping past her lips. I hesitantly lifted my head and stared right into her confused-filled orbs.

"I..." I started but had to gulp the lump that formed in my throat, shaking my head to get rid of all the negative thoughts that swirled in my brain. "I got married last night," I murmured quietly under my breath.

"Come again?" She said, and I could hear the apprehension in her tone and gulped once again.

"I got married," I tell her, loud enough for the two of us to hear, and I raise my left hand to show her that ring that remained adorned on my ring finger. I glanced at her and watched as she shakily brought her hand to her mouth.

"Oh my god, Em," she started, and I shook my head. "How did this even happen?" She asked as she pulled me over to the couch and further examined the ring, "Whoever you married has good taste in jewellery when intoxicated." She mused out loud.

I narrowed my eyes at her, "Zach didn't get it. He didn't even know how we even have rings," I answered, rolling my eyes. "He said good luck telling your husband you cheated on him, but I just gave him a look and said I'm not married to anyone."

"Zach?" Emily asked, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

I gnawed on my bottom lip before responding, "Yeah. I married Zach Herron," I tell her, and her eyes instantly widened before she picked up her phone. "What are you?" I started to ask, but she shushed me, and I pouted before muttering "rude" under my breath.

"When you said Zach Herron. Do you mean this guy?" She questioned and almost smashed her phone on my face, but I pulled her wrist back and glanced down at the phone screen. My eyes widened at the familiar brunette on her screen.

"Yeah, that's him alright," I muttered before crashing back into the sofa, hoping it could swallow me whole.

"Girl, you hit the jackpot! Now we can go for their concerts free." She exclaimed excitedly, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Woah! What makes you think I'm going to continue being with him? It was a drunken mistake, Emily. I want to marry a guy that I love and someone that loves me," I defensively said.

Emily scoffed, "What guy can you find here, Emma? You've rejected half of Brisbane Wells High," she said, and I glared at her.

"You're exaggerating. I haven't rejected half of our school," I said, and she just gave me her look. "Whatever. But I am not staying with Zach." I huffed out and crossed my arms. Not even a second later, my phone rang, and I furrowed my eyebrows at the name on my phone. "What the fuck?" I murmured under my breath before pressing the phone to my ear, "How the hell did you put your number in my phone?" I demanded.

"Hello to you as well, beautiful wife," Zach sarcastically said, and I rolled my eyes at his behaviour.

"What is it you want? I was in the middle of something," I muttered whilst briefly looking over my nails and then glancing at Emily, who sat beside me with an intrigued expression, painting her face.

"Of what? Painting your nails." He snorted out, and I growled at his antics.

"What do you want, Zach? Is this about being able to get an annulment or something?" I muttered softly in case my family woke up and came down.

"Yes... and no," he responded, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do you mean, yes and no?" I questioned.

"Yes, I am calling about that and... no, because we can't get an annulment. My manager said we have to be married andyouhavetocometoL.Awithme" he said, but the last sentence was said too fast; I couldn't catch a single word.

"What? I didn't catch the last bit," I asked, confused.

"You have to come to L.A. with me," he said slowly, and I jumed off the couch.

"What! No! My entire life is here, Zach. I am in college. I can't just pack up and move just because we got married!" I exclaimed.

"I get that, Emma, but my life is in America. My band is based there. My family is there. There's nothing I can do." He snapped back, and I screamed into the phone.

"What am I supposed to do about college?!" I screamed.

I heard him sigh down the phone, "Listen. We're supposed to leave Brisbane today, and we leave for Melbourne. Our last show is in Auckland on the 29th. If you want during that period where I'm performing, you can arrange everything, and I'll only come back to Brisbane to take you to L.A.," he said, and I frowned.

"That's soon, Zach," I whispered.

"I know. It's either that or you join me in Melbourne tomorrow, Emma," he said back, and I sniffled.

"What about my visa for the US?" I asked him, and I heard him swear under his breath.

"Shit, I forgot about that. Do you want to come to the hotel and do all that, or do you want me to come there?" He asked, and I looked at Emily.

"Which is easier?" I asked softly.

"I think you coming here is. Bring all your documents," he said, and I nodded.

"Okay. I'll see you in a bit." I said, and eventually we said bye and ended the call.

"You're moving?!" Emily screeched, and I shushed her, but she continued screaming.

"Why are you two screaming?" My entire body froze at the sound of my older brother's voice. I slowly turned around and saw my brother, Easton, come down the stairs in just his shorts. I widened my eyes at the sight of him heading down, praying he hadn't heard anything.

However, when I said, "Nothing!" Emily blurted, "She's moving to America."

"You're what!!!" He exclaimed, his eyes widened, sleep long gone.

"Emily," I gritted out through clenched teeth, and she innocently sent me a smile in my direction before excusing herself, but before I could even tug her back, she was out of the living room, and she had disappeared out the front door.

"So..." Easton asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Where's Mum, Dad, Elena, and Ethan?" I question instead, sitting back down whilst playing with the ring as an attempt to block it from his visual pathway.

"Sleeping... It's 8 AM," he pointed out, and as I was going to speak, I heard people coming down the stairs, and I felt my heart race. I snapped my head in the direction and saw my entire family coming down with a sluggish-looking Ethan following, his eyes partially open.

"There's my baby girl!" My dad exclaimed, and I sent him a weak smile, knowing I was going to disappoint my entire family, who had big dreams for me as I did for myself, but due to this unfortunate event, I had to pack up and move across the fucking globe. "How was last night?" he asked, coming over to where I sat and pulling me into a side hug after pecking my forhead.

"It was fun," I said, forcing a smile.

I glanced at Elena and saw her looking at me with her head tilted, "You okay, sis? You look kind of... pale?" She more or less stated with a bit of worry.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek while looking at each member of my family.

"There's something I want to tell you all. Do you think you can sit down?" I ask softly, afraid of their reaction. "Please," I pleaded when I saw them hesitate.

Eventually they were all seated, a look of confusion and worry on their faces. "Are you pregnant?" Lena blurted out, and I widened my eyes.

"What! No!" I exclaimed, although thinking that that would've been a better alternative than the predicament I put myself in.

"Oh, thank god!" My dad exhaled sharply, and I rolled my eyes.

I looked down at the ring that adorned my finger and exhaled sharply, "Emma?" Ethan questioned, and I looked in his direction, a look of worry dancing in his features.

"I'm sorry," I blurted, tears immediately springing, blurring my vision.

"What you did couldn't have been that bad, could it? It's not like you murdered someone, right?" Easton said, "You didn't right." He asked again, and I shook my head.

"No, I didn't murder anyone," I whispered. I looked at my mom momentarily before looking at my dad beside me. "I got married last night," I whispered, hopefully loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Come again?" Ethan said, his eyes wide and body leaned forward, "It sounded as if you said you got married," he said, and I grimaced and nodded my head.

"You heard it right," I quietly said before bursting into tears and leaning on my dad. "I am so sorry, Daddy," I cried into his chest, feeling his grip tighten around me.

"My baby," I heard my mother murmur.

"I'm sorry I disappointed you," I whispered out after five minutes of weeping my eyes onto my dad.

"Mistakes happen," Dad whispered, looking down at me with a forced smile dancing on his lips. "Where's the boy? We need to reverse this," he sternly said, and I nervously chuckled before responding.

"We can't," I muttered.

"Excuse me? What do you mean we can't?" Dad questioned, and I looked down at my hands.

"Emmaline Julia Gonzalez!" My mother screamed out my full name, and I winced at the name being called out.

"He's not an ordinary guy from Australia," I said, looking at each of them. A confused and annoyed expression fell on either of their faces, while my parents looked more or less disappointed.

"Then?" Elena asked, leaning forward.

"He's an 18-year-old American who's part of a famous boy band called Why Don't We?" I said whilst looking at them, and I watched my sister's eyes widen.

"Shut up!" She shrieked and jumped off the couch she was on with Ethan. "Is he brunette? Rosy cheeked? Kinda tall?" She questioned, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Yes," I said, confused at her weird description of my "husband." "How do you know what Zach looks like?" I asked.

"I went and saw them live 2 days ago, Em." She said, rolling her eyes, and my mouth formed an 'O'.

"That's where I've heard their name," I mused out while nodding my head. "Anyways, he spoke to his manager, and he said we have to remain married."

"What does that mean?" Easton asked and questioned.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes momentarily. "It means I have to move to L.A. with him," I murmur loud enough. I heard my father take a deep breath. "I need to head to his hotel today and get some documents sorted for my visa since he'll first need to finish the tour, and I need to sort out my university and see if I can do it online in the mean time."

"Baby, is this what you want?" My mother softly asked, and I frowned.

"No, but I don't have a choice," I whisper before looking down and playing with the ring once again.

"Alright... We're coming with you to see who this boy is before I send you away," my father said, and I could hear the defeat and worry in his voice.

"Are you mad at me?" I ask him, looking up into his blue eyes that I inherited from him. A grim look washed across his face and shook his head.

"I'm not mad, baby girl, but maybe disappointed," he said quietly before kissing my forehead, hauling himself off the couch, and walking away.

That's even worse. Hearing your parents say they're disappointed in you hits you the hardest.

~

[Zach's POV]

"Where is she?" I muttered to myself whilst I paced around the hotel suite.

"She'll get here before we leave, but can you relax until then?" Corbyn asked.

"What do you mean? I am calm," I retorted. The sound of my phone buzzing caused me to halt my pacing and glare down at my phone, but I froze at the text message that was presented on my lock screen.

Emma: Hey, I'm otw, but... my entire family is coming with me.

"You have to be fucking joking right now," I blurted, screaming out my thoughts before throwing my head back. "Just fucking amazing."

"What's wrong?" Jack quesioned from his spot on the sofa.

"She's bringing her family," I moaned out before throwing myself onto the couch, and as a result, I got laughter. "This is not funny! How would her dad react to his daughter marrying an 18-year-old stranger?!"

"That sounds like a you-problem," Daniel said while chuckling faintly. I glared at my so-called friends.

"You guys are the bestest friends a guy could ask for," I sarcastically said before huffing.

Eventually we all just sat in silence beside Jack and Corbyn, who were talking to their girlfriends, but in Jack's case, his daughter.

I sighed and put my phone on my chest before raising my hand and glancing at the newly added ring on my left ring finger, a finger that I cherished to end up adorning a ring that was for the love of my life.

Instead, I married a stranger at the youth age of just 18. "You know you could try and get to know her a bit. She seems sweet," Jonah said, and I glanced at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Weren't you the one calling me careless and irresponsible not too long ago?" I asked and he sighed.

"Yes, but Zach didn't get married by herself. You also had a part in it. So be the man and be nice to her." He advised and sucked my top front teeth.

"I know. What do you think I'm going to do? Be a dick to her." I asked, and he shrugged. I scoffed before looking down at my phone that repeatedly buzzed against my chest.

Emma: What's the floor number?

Emma: The receptionist is refusing to give it to me.

Emma: Zach!

Me: 14th floor, Room 1413

Emma: Thank you!

"They're here," I said before jumping off the couch. I faced a mirror and hastily ran my fingers through my hair.

"Ooooo, is someone getting ready for the Mrs. and in-laws?" Jack teased, and I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck off," I murmured, and at that moment there was a knock on the door. I looked at all the boys, but they looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I huffed before heading towards the door; the metal handle of the door around my hand sent shivers through my body.

I inhaled and exhaled deeply before pulling the door open, and I gulped at the sight of three 6 foot tall men in front of me along with two unknown ladies who I assumed were her mom and sister, and there and behold was my darling "wife" with a stack of documents in her hand. "Hey Zach," Emma said with a smile, and I saw one of the boys' gazes harden on mine.

"Hey," I mumbled and gestured for them to step inside. Emma walked in first and stood beside me while the rest of her family stepped inside.

"So this is the boy that married our baby sister," one of the tall blond, green-eyed boys stated, a thick Australian accent visible, and I gulped at the sound of his deep voice.

"Easton!" Emma hissed. I glanced in her direction and saw her seated beside me with her eyes wide. The boy just raised his arms in surrender.

"What's your name, kid?" A voice asked, and I snapped my head towards whom I believed was her father.

I chewed on my bottom lip. "Zach Herron, sir," I said, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, and Zach. Just call me Eric," he said, and I nodded my head. "Alright. I heard that your manager said you have to remain married to our Emma." He questioned, and I gulped.

"Yes. I tried to get both of us out of it, but since I'm part of a band, pictures had already surfaced on all social media platforms, and if we're seen without one another, then it'll ruin our band's reputation," I explained, to which he nodded his head.

"Right-" He started to say but was interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. I apologised, about to put my phone on silent, but the name on the screen halted my decision. I glanced over at the boys before looking at Emma.

"I'm sorry. I have to take this, it's my mother," I say and other boy that wasn't Easton gestured to get the phone. I saw from the corner of my eyes the boys slowly heading towards the rooms. "Hi mom," I nervously greeted with the phone pressed against my ear.

"Zachary Dean Herron!" My mother's voice blared through the phone, and my eyes widened at her fierce tone.

"Yeah, mom," I managed to choke out.

"You got married! Married at 18 in a different country!" She yelled through the phone, and I winced at her volume.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry," I murmured.

"You're sorry? What were you even thinking, Zach?" She muttered, and I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Can we talk more about this when I get back home?" I muttered, and I heard her sigh.

"Yes. You're father and I are disappointed in you, Zach," she said, and I clenched my eyes close momentarily. "Are you getting an annulment or..." she asked.

"Randy says I need to remain married to her," I said, and I couldn't help but imagine her just shaking her head.

"Alright. I'll see you when you get back home, and I'll get you're room ready for when the two of—She is coming, right?" Mom asked, and I looked over at Emma, who was looking at me curiously, and I nodded my head.

"Yes, she's coming with me when I come, but I may come a day after the boys get back," I said while running my fingers through my hair.

"Why is that?" She asked.

"I need to help sort out Emma's entry to the US since she's an Australian citizen," I tell her, and I could hear her sigh.

"Alright, we'll see you soon, Zach," she said before murmuring a quick bye and ending the call. 📱

"Your full name is Zachary Dean Herron?" Emma randomly asked and I looked at her with my eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah why?" I questioned, pocketing my phone.

She shrugged, "No, I just asked. Mine is Emmaline Julia Gonzalez," she said with a smile on her face, and I reciprocated the smile, but a small one.

"That's a pretty name," I said.

"As I was saying, we came today to see who you are if I am allowing my daughter to go back home with you," Eric said, and I could sense the sadness in his tone. "Please take care of her. She's my baby girl," he softly said.

I sent a small smile, as he reminded me so much of my own father. I nodded my head, "Of course I'll take care of her," I said, and he firmly nodded his head.

"Yeah, and if our sister calls us crying one day over something you did. You're face will be rearranged!" the other boy said, and my heart raced.

"Ethan!" Emma and her mother exclaimed in horror, and I sat there mute, scared to utter a single word in case he'd actually try something.

"What? I'm just kidding," he nonchalantly said with a broad smile on his face and Emma let out a breath of relief. "Or am I?"

"Ethan!" Emma exclaimed.

After twenty more minutes sending Randy over the needed document for the the visa and discussing when she's leaving and her college situation, they slowly got up, shook my hand, or in Emma's sister and mother's case, hugged me, they each walked out.

Before Emma left, she turned around and gave me a weak smile, "I'm sorry, Zach." She murmured, and I looked at her puzzled as to why she was apologising.

"For?" I trailed off, confused.

"For my brother's and for being stuck with me," she whispered, and I frowned.

"You have nothing to apologise for. If anyone has to apologize, it should be me. I'm sorry you got stuck with me. If I were a normal American boy instead of being in a band, we could've had an annulment. Now, I'm exposing you to my world," I told her with a sigh and a frown danced upon my lips.

I looked at her and saw a small smile on her face. "You're not as bad as I thought, Zach Herron. Maybe we can get through this together if we put in the effort," she said softly.

She leaned forward and pecked my cheek before saying bye and disappearing down the hallway.

"Whipped." A voice called from behind me as I shut the room door.

"Shut the fuck up, Jack!"