Chapter One

As the annoying rooster sounded from the alarm clock app on my cell phone, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and jumped down. Shuffling my feet I reached the shelf where my phone sat and dismissed the alarm clock. Then I turned to the mirror hanging on the wall on my right and stared at my reflection. My coarse, black, shoulder length hair was a mess all over my head. My creamed coffee toned face was crinkled with prints from me sleeping on my arm. There was crust in my eyes. I groaned, gathered my things, and headed to the shower. Today was the day that I had to tell my dad I was engaged.

It was May. My classes at the University of North Alabama would be ending soon. I would be going back to Decatur to plan my wedding to Harry Styles. We had been engaged since Valentine's Day and were shooting for October fourteenth. The boys had a packed summer so there was no way we would be able to have it then. My mom and that side of the family knew, but my dad was still unaware. He had only met Harry once and didn't take to him too well. Unlike Harry's mom who absolutely adored me the first time we met.

Luckily, Harry was in town to help move me out of my dorm room so he would be with me when I talked to my dad. Waiting three months to tell him wasn't smart, but the bald man could be scary.

Harry: Good morning love. I will be there in an hour.

Harry's text message waited for me when I walked back into my room. I dried my hair, dressed in my light blue "Let's Talk About Something Interesting ME" tee, white shorts, and silver Toms. We were meeting my dad and stepmom for lunch at Rosie's at two then we had the rest of the day to ourselves since move-out day wasn't until tomorrow.

Me: Wear a bullet proof vest!

Harry: What?

Me: My dad might try to kill you.

Harry: Stop worrying love. It will be okay.

Oh he was so naive. Christopher Michael Neloms angry was nothing to play with. My mom had a positive reaction to our engagement.

I walked into our two-story colonial home and found my mom in the kitchen. I leaned against the refrigerator.

"Hand me the cucumber," my mom told me. I opened the refrigerator and found the cucumber and handed it to her. She placed it on the cutting board. "What's wrong Jay?" she asked calling my by childhood nickname.

"Nothing," I lied sitting at the octagon table.

My mom looked back at me still holding the knife she was using to cut, "Tell me."

I took a deep breath and held up my left hand where the gorgeous diamond princess cut ring sat. My mom's eyes widened and she grabbed my hand. She stared at the ring.

"When did this happen?" she asked.

"Last week," I answered. "It was really spontaneous."

"I didn't know you two were back together," my mom released my hand. I nodded, "Well you know what this means right?" I shook my head in confusion, "I don't have to buy you clothes anymore."

I had this awful feeling that my dad wouldn't be as calm. My stepmom would be. She treated me like the nineteen year old adult that I was. Dad still saw me as his little girl who used to run to him and climb on his back.

My friend, Katie, who I really ought to think for bringing Harry and I together, walked into my room in faded skinny jeans and a white graphic tee. Her short hair was growing and the red dye had been refreshed.

"Justice, I need food," she announced as she opened the plastic drawer of my food stash.

"Help yourself," I continued to arrange my small ringlets. During the summer there was no need in straightening my hair. The humidity always took it out.

Katie looked at me as she munched on trail mix, "Oh," realization hit her, "Today is the fatal day."

"Don't call it that," I snapped as I slid the silver headband onto my head.

"My bad, someone woke up on the cranky side of the bed." She put away the jar of trail mix and grabbed a pack of Gushers. I rolled my eyes as the door opened. Harry walked in a gray t-shirt, skinny jeans, with a beanie. "Hey Harry," Katie greeted him. "Did an Irish god come with you?"

"No," Harry looked at her confused. Katie frowned with disappointment.

I kissed his cheek, "She's just made because she only sees Niall on Skype and they still haven't DTR." I explained still getting myself together.

"They haven't what?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Defined the relationship," Katie and I answered staring at him like he was a foreign object. He rolled his eyes and sat down in one of the gray, comfortable-cushioned, futon style chairs in my room.

Katie turned to me, "Your fiancé is useless."

"Rude," I flared my nostrils. "Here's an idea, go see Niall this summer."

"Oh yeah, I'll just fly to London and show up at his door. 'Oh hey Niall I was just in the neighborhood thousand miles away and decided to stop by' that'll work fucking miracles!" Katie yelled angrily.

"I feel uncomfortable," Harry commented.

I sat down beside him, "Well I'm out of ideas." I leaned back in the chair.

"I don't understand," Harry used my catchphrase. I gasped and pointed at him excitedly. "No, I didn't say that." He quickly tried to take back his words.

"Kates you heard him right? He said it. I got to him." I was excited. Harry shook his head as Katie rolled her eyes.

"I'll see you guys later," she walked out of the room.

"Is she alright?" Harry asked.

I shrugged, "She will be. Are you ready to go?"

"The question is; are you ready to go?"

"Not even in the slightest." We stood and walked out of the room. I made sure to lock my door. Harry had parked the rental car on the hill. We walked to it holding hands completely unaware of the fans gawking nearby. I had learned to ignore them, sorta.