Stuck With You

Harry just wanted to party for his 21st birthday. Riley just wanted to forget about her broken heart. But neither of them wanted to wake up with rings on the left hand?

Book 2 is here:


3. Can't Believe


Ten minutes later Harry and I were out the door and heading back to where it started. 

Lucky for Harry , as is seems he only cares about himself, there was no paparazzi waiting. So, no one must know. Harry pulls out his phone looking for the address as Harry and I swalking down the sidewalk. There was about four feet between Harry and I. Not sure why there such a huge gap between him and me. Two more steps and he’ll be walking in the street. It’s not like I have cooties or anything. I looked at my ring again; trying to remember something, anything about last night. Why do I still have this ring on? It’s not like… I’m in love with him, I don’t even know him; well the real him. Looking over at Harry, I can still see that he’s wear his ring too. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice something a few feet in front of him.

“Watch out!” I yell grabbing his arm and pulling him over before he walks into a bench.

Stopping he and I just looked at each other. Then he looked to see what he was about to walking into.

“Oh, thanks.” He said.

“Yea, no problem.” I said.

Once again he and I just looked at each other. I couldn't help but wish I knew what he was thinking. Other then the fact he was dead and his life was over. He’s harder to read.

“Here, I think I found it.” Harry said handing me his phone, our fingers brushed; I felt a little zap feeling.

I looked down at the phone but my eyes just went to his ring. I still couldn’t believe this had happened to me, of all the people in the world, me. Maybe my goody, goody did get the better of me.

Twenty minutes last and Harry and I were waiting inside a white church, building place.

“Hello?” Harry and I called a few times before an older woman came out.

“Yes, how may I help you?” She looked between me and Harry.

Harry looked and me, and I looked back. Neither of him or I wanted to talk.

“Is there anything I can do?” She smiled sweetly.

Looking at Harry he just looked right back. Rolling my eyes I step forward pulling out the paper.

“Well, see what it is…we, huh, kinda… you know…” I knew I was blushing, I could feel the heat.

“Her and I go married.” Harry said.

“Well, congas…”

“I need it undone.” Harry said, cutting of the lady.

I elbowed him in the side. Giving him a ‘that was rude’ look; he just glared at me.

“Oh, I see let me get the…” My phone started to ring.

I took a few steps back to answer it, it was Shannon.

“Hi.” I said in a flat tone.

“Why did you hang up on me?” I could tell she wasn’t happy with me.

“I didn’t I dropped my phone on the floor.”

“Where are you?” She asked.

Harry doesn’t know that I have already told one person about ‘this’.

“Hum, well, trying to get it undone.” I said, hoping Harry would hear what I was saying.

Looking over my shoulders he was just looking at me like he couldn't believe what I just said. Lucky the lady wasn’t back yet.

“You told someone!” I could see the anger in his eyes.

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