p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place." -Unknown /embr /br /What if you knew from the moment you were born exactly how your life was going to turn out? What if you knew who you were going to marry, how many kids you would bare, how many years you'd spend together, the car you'd drive, and when you were going to die? Trust me, it's not all it's cracked up to /br / My name is Anabelle Tomlinson, and since birth I've always known I'd marry Louis. Now, we didn't of course meet or even catch a glimpse of each other until about 5th grade when we attended the same Primary School. However, I always knew it would be him. br /br / It is the year 2050, and thanks to the curious scientist, Mortimer Effrain who was overly fearful of obtaining a wife much like Misery Chastain of Stephen King's novel, Misery. Well, we all know how that turned out, and I can't say I blame him for not wanting to end up with novelist, Paul Shelton's tragedy. He liked to do a lot of running, I'm told. I could see why Misery would be the person to /br / Because of Effrain's invention, let's just say psychics are well out of business. When a child is born, they're put through a machine similar-looking to a CAT scan. Only, when you come out the other end, you're not being diagnosed with any life-threatening illness or cause for necessary surgery. You're given the diagnosis of your future. br /br / Mine was quite normal, really. Nothing to be excited or worried over. Its a tad boring, if you ask me. No terminal illnesses, bad husbands, juvenile children to look forward to...it went a little like this:br /br / Anabelle Johansson, healthy, daughter of Betty and John Johansson, first of five children, future wife of Louis Tomlinson, happy marriage, mother of three kids, and school teacher, dies at age 90. br /br / I guess anyone would be lucky to get a diagnosis like me, when they could otherwise get terminal illness, or never married. It's just that Effrain's machine couldn't diagnose that I'd want something more. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband. I've loved him since I heard his name called in my fifth grade class and knew that he was meant to be mine, and no one else's. Effrain says so. We didn't date until high school, but once we were finally together, we were inseperable. Well, for a while, /br / We had three beautiful children, and a life most only dream of. We've only fought once, but it was quickly resolved before we got to bed. As we're not even thirty, yet, our sex life is still very much existent. Especially since the kids are sleeping through the night, now, but if our story was perfect, well, there really wouldn't be much of a /br / Passion makes the world go round, and temptation throws it off of its /br / What Effrain's machine failed to tell me was that I would meet Harry Styles. And he would matter. He would become the temptation that I've convinced myself all this time I'd been missing. His passion would be something uncharted and addictive. The secret in hiding the attraction would be intoxicating. I would fall in love with a man who was never meant to be apart of my destiny, and Louis would never see it coming./p
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