You Are The Only One (Larry Mpreg) *Editing*

Chapter 8 : Oblivious

London

Niall scratched his head. He was walking back and forth in his apartment's living room. His action was making Harry going crazy.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Can't you sit still?!" Harry boomed. His face clearly irritated.

"Hey, relax man!" Niall clapped his shoulder.

"I know you're stressed out now! I'm feeling it too. I'm getting tension thinking about your problem!" Niall exclaimed before standing up again.

He can't believed that his best friend, Harry has become a victim of an arranged marriage.

"Harry, did you know that this is a serious matter?" He said, "This is also involving money!" He flicked his thumb and index finger.

"8 million Pound! That's a lot of money!", he added, "You're so lucky. Come on! You just need to sacrifice a bit. Even though you don't like that boy, just ignore him! You just need to wait for a year and then you divorce him... pooff! The end of the story!"

Harry kept quiet. He's on the edge between his needs and wants. Niall's words may be true. At this moments, he really needed his father's help. But his father trying to trick him with the marriage conditions. It's not like he doesn't know his father's plan to separate Xander and him.

"Is he pretty?" Niall asked.

Harry shook his head.

"Sexy?" Niall asked again.

Harry shook his head again.

"What about his body? His height?" Niall kept asking.

Harry shook his head one more time.

Niall huffed, "Heyy, did you even heard my questions?

"I don't fucking know!!! You idiot!!" Harry screamed before he threw one of the decorative pillow from Niall's couch hitting his face perfectly.

Harry glared toward him angrily. This disaster won't happen in the first place if not because of Niall's not so brilliant advice.

"I have never met that boy, this weekend is our first meeting and I don't think he even pretty. Sexy? Pfftt!" Harry said.

Niall just laughed.

"I have one more problem." Harry mumbled.

Niall laughter stopped.

"Xander already know about this". Harry said.

"So?" Niall asked.

"So... " Harry mumbled weakly.

"What do you expect? Of course he's fucking angry," Harry exclaimed, "Argghh! How I am going to explain to him Niall?"

"When I called him this morning, he just hung up on me. Can you believe it?" He added.

"You know what my friend," Niall approached him.

"I know how to solve this. Of course you must know how to coax him." Niall winked.

Harry just stared at him dumbfounded.

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The backstage looked like chaos. There were many professional make up artists looking busy tending all the famous models.

The models scattered around the venue resting while stuffing their faces with french fries and diet coke.

Clothes splayed around everywhere and some hanged. Sharp at 8p.m later, the show will be starting. There's some VIP's, honoured guests and celebrities already arrived.