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:


1. Waking Up



My mind was telling me to get up but last night was telling me something totally different. Slowly my mind began to work while other parts of me just wanted to sleep. The air around me didn't smell like my room. I could hardly remember last night. Eyes still closed I go to sit up but heavy weight around my waist keeps me from moving. Rolling over I slowly opened my eyes. My hand is lying in front of me with a small white diamond silver ring, right on my ring finger.

For the first time, I realized I could hear someone other then me breathing. Turning I see a head of brown hair sleeping; rest of his face was coved up. My eyes slowly make their way to his hand there; he had a matching silver ring on his finger.

My hand flies up to my mouth so I wouldn't scream. This could not be happening. Last thing I remember I was on my way to Vegas with my cousin to blow off this heartbreak of mine and now, now this. I slowly get out of bed looking for any clue to where I'm at or who was the guy in the bed. Finally I find my cell, grabbing it a call my best friends Shannon.

"Where the hell are you?" She yells.

"Shhh!" Looking over he's still asleep.

"I would tell you if I knew." Holding up my hand, looking at the ring. Is this right? This has to be one crazy dream. Note to self no more drinking. 

"What do you me? Are you hurt? Are you..." 

"I think I'm married." I whispered. 


"Shhhh. He's asleep." Looking over he's his face is now bared in the pillow.


Oh, how I did not want to tell her I didn't know. 

"I don't know." I said slapping my hand to my forehead. How was I going to get out of this? It's not like I can just leave. I'm married to that guy; whoever he was. I mean, that’s what these matching rings mean, right?

"What, girl I'm...!" She yelled.

"Shh, before you wake him." I whispered.

"Well, he's going to have to wake up sooner or later." 

"I pick later." I snap.

I heard music. Looking around I see a cell lying on a table. Grab it I read 'Harry get you’re a** out of bed'. 

"Well, his name is Harry." I whispered.

"How'd you know?" Said Shannon.

"He got a text." 

"You’re looking at his phone!" 

"It's locked the text just popped up." 

"What does it say?" She asked. 

"Harry, get your butt out of bed." I said.

"Dose it really say butt?" 


"See told you your goody ways would get you in trouble one day."

"Shannon, this is no time for jokes." I snapped. His phone went off.

"Styles, now we're going to be..." I read out load softly. 

"Styles? It that another text?" 

"Yea, but I can't read all of it." I whispered. 

"Styles?" She says again. Like I should know what that means. 

"Yes. Styles, now..."

"Put Harry before that." She said.

"Harry Styles, now we're..." I started to say.

"Now you see." Shannon said. I knew she was smiling, and I hated it.

I look back at the guy lying in the bed. Could it be?

"No!" I said causing the guy in bed to move a bit. I dove and hide at the foot of the bed; sitting in the floor.

" Riley." I didn't replay. Man, this is not happening. 


"Sh!" I said quickly. 

I waited. I didn't hear anything. 


"Sh, you’re going to wake him." I whispered.

"Him, is already awake." Said a deep sleep voice. 

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