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:


12. How Will I



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.

“Do what?”

“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?


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