If I Must.

number one

Yes, this is a Harry fanfic and I'm completely aware that the picture is a blonde Irish boy. (:

Anastasia's POV:

If it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't say no to my parents, then I wouldn't be in this situation in the first place.

Let me catch you up: My parents are special. Not in a bad way at all, they just have a different way of seeing things. Instead of choosing who I want to be with for the rest of my life, they've decided that they want to have that control.

It's not like the first time I heard about this was the day they went through with the plan. No. I've known about this since I was old enough to know boys did not have cooties. From the age of 11, I knew that my parents were going to make me marry who they want, and not who my heart desires.

That's why I'm the way I am today. I have shut that part of my life away. I wanted nothing to do with those words "I love you." What was the point if I knew in the end I wouldn't use them.

My parents wouldn't allow me to fall in it, unless they chose who it was.

I always wondered who my parents would make me spend the rest of my life with. Would it be a childhood friend, a guy I've never met, or someone famous?

If it only was Justin Bieber, that'd be perfect. But I'm sure if my parents were friends with his family, they would have told me, or at least dropped some hints. Because if they ever held back, I would chose the day they died because you can't hold back info on the Biebs.

Calm down Ana. Sorry I get worked up on the Biebs. I love him and his newest album, to die for.

To dive into my life a little bit I'll take you back to a few months ago, when my parents reminded me of the plan for my life.

4 months prior..

"Alright guys! Well that's a wrap. I hope you enjoyed the video. Make sure you give it a huge thumbs up, and don't forget to subscribe if you haven't already. Love each and every one of you! I'm out!"

I stopped the camera from rolling as I finished filming this weeks video. I had about 850,000 subs on Youtube, and I was super proud of how big the Beverly Hills family had grown.

You're probably wondering why I chose "the Beverly Hills family" as my subscribers name, and to answer that, I didn't. When I had about 200,000 subs, I was scrolling through the comments and someone suggested it since my name is Anastasia. (if you don't get it, Anastasia Beverly Hills is a makeup company.)

"Anastasia!" My dad yelled, as I was pulled out of my thoughts.

"Coming." I replied hastily.

As I walked down the stairs, I could hear my parents whispering as they knew I was approaching.

"Yes?" I asked them. Both of their blue eyes looked at me, with concern, but also love. You could feel what they were about to say, almost if they were trying to soothe you before they hit you with their words.

"Sweetie, we need to talk to you about something important," my mom stated, "You've always known that we were going to arrange your hand in marriage and we have finally decided who you are going to marry."

You probably think I'm going to say something witty, or something shocking, but no. I was completely speechless. I had no words for what just came out of my mothers mouth.

"What?" Was all my brain could tell my mouth to say.

"I'm sure you want to know who you are marrying, but when you get to the altar you will find out," my dad continued on.

"Sweetie don't worry! We will give you information on him, we just want it to be a surprise!" My mother piled her words out.

As soon as she was done finishing her sentence, I felt tears brushing the rims of my eyelids. Before I knew it, my legs were carrying me up the stairs. Running so fast, I slammed into the door, not realising it was closed. Next thing I knew I was staring at the ceiling, admiring the light fixture we had before my eyes shut off and it went dark.
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When my eyes began to flicker open, no one came rushing to my side asking if I was alright.

I checked my surroundings and realised I was in the hospital.

I don't think anyone noticed that I was awake, so instead of getting their attention, I closed my eyes, and listened to my mothers conversation with an anonymous person on the other end of their phone.

"Anne, yes, she's okay. No she didn't die! Yes, the wedding is still a go. Don't worry about, and like I said your great son doesn't need to fly down here. She's okay! Alright Anne, talk to you later dear!" With that, my mom hung up the phone.

Anne? Fly down here? Did they not live in the state of beautiful California?

"Mom?" I squeaked.

As I knew she would, she ran the short distance over to my bedside.

"Ana? Are you alright? Should I call the doctor? Nur-" I cut her off.

"Mom, I'm okay!" I assured her.

"Oh I'm glad! You hit your head pretty hard Ana. Are you still mad at me and your father?" She asked with concern filled in her eyes.

Speaking of my dad, where is he?

As if on cue, my dad walked in the door with two large bags of Wendy's.

"Ana I'm glad to see you're up!" He smiled.

"Yeah thanks dad."

"Any ways baby," my mom started, "I need to talk to you about the wedding." Did she really have to do it here?

"Mom. I'm not going to lie to you. I heard you on the phone with this Anne chick. I really don't want to get married to someone I don't know. Let alone someone who doesn't even live here? How do you know this person?! What if he is an ax murderer?" I yelled passionately. I am not marrying someone who could easily kill me 5 seconds into the marriage.

"Anastasia, don't you dare use that tone with me or your mother. We are doing what is best for you. We are not letting a childish person like yourself make the choice of who they marry because you know damn well that you are not capable of choosing a worthy man. This decision is final and you will not back down, do you understand what I'm saying to you?" My dad yelled at me.

You could see nurses passing by with worried looks, not knowing if they should come in or not.

I didn't feel like arguing so I nodded my head and went back to sleep, hoping I wouldn't wake up in the same life, praying I wouldn't have to do what I was obliged to do.

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