“Fine, I’ll do it. But the ‘wedding’ will be small.” I said. “And my parents are paying a penny.”
“Deal.” Simon voice said from the laptop.
Man, maybe Shannon was right, I’m too nice. I’m giving up three months of my life but I guess that’s what I get for being a nice person and having one crazy night. I can't blame this just on Harry... so I'm blaming some of it on him, I, but mostly whatever I was drinking that night.
“Now the story.” Jack said.
“The story?” I wasn't sure what he was talking about.
“Yes, the story on how you meet.”
“We could say she came to a show and...”
“My family and friends would never by it, I don't play much young teen pop.”
“Then what would they by?” Harry snapped at me. He seemed a bit upset, maybe he doesn’t like his music being called young teen pop? I didn't mean it in a bad way. I like many of their songs but I'm more of a Sara Bareilles and Haim then them or Miley Cyrus.
“They would believe we meet at an old record shop...” I said.
“And so would my family and friends.”
“Ok, old record shop it is.” Jack said.
I looked over at Jack, his nose stuck in him phone as he text away. I couldn't help but wonder who he was texting.
Jack and Simon continued to talk about the wedding. How quick they could get cake, flowers, booking a place and so on.
I got up and walked a few seats back. This was a small plane so a few rows back was as far away as I could get.
“Harry, go with her.” I heard Simon say.
Harry didn't say anything. He got up, I watched him as he walked back towards me.
“May I sit?” He asked.
“It's not like I have a say.” I said.
He just looked at me.
“Yea, sorry. Go ahead.” I pointed to the seat on my right.
He sat. Quietness filled the air. I could hardly hear what Jack and Simon was saying.
How was I to tell my parents I'm getting married in a few days. Well, its a bit better then telling them I was drunk as ever then tied the knot with super cute superstar.
“How are you going to do it?” I asked.
Harry just looked at me.
“Tell your family, your friends.” I looked at him.
By the way he looked he was thinking about that as well.
“I’m not sure... maybe a phone call. Or go tell them when we land...” He trailed off lost in his own thoughts.
“You?” He asked.
“I don't know.” I said thinking to myself.
How can I tell them, where one they'll believe me and two not want to kill me?