Stuck With You

We

~29

The bed was cold as I lay in it thinking how I'll only be married to Harry for two more days. Then I'll be able to go off to college like I wanted. So, I can't figure out when I'm so upset about it. Why?

After that day on the rooftop I've only seen Harry three times. There was even a rumor that Louis and I were dating behind Harry's back. But that one got wrapped up fast when Harry, I and every single member of the the band tweeted that it wasn't true. Though there was still people who believed it was true.

The evening was the party, five hours before it starts. Any moment my family and friends will be knocking on the door and I'm still in bed, in my pjs. 'knock, knock' I let out a deep breath before answering the door. I thought I knew who it was but there was a guy with long brown, curly-ish hair.

"Harry?"

"Jack wants to know if you know what you're going to say tonight?"

"Why?"

"I think he was just trying to get rid of me." I gave him a look. "I was eating the food that's for the party."

"Was it good?"

"Yeah..." It seemed like there was more to that but he didn't go on.

"So... do you know what you're going to say?" I asked.

He looked me up and down. I'm wearing shorts pj bottoms and a tank-top. I pull my shorts down, like I'm trying to make them longer. Blush fills my faces as I see Harry still looking at me.

"What? I've seen you in less than that." I blush more. "I've seen you in a swimming suite." For a second I thought he meant something else. I don't say anything as I put a long tee shirt on.

"Do you?"

He gave me a puzzled look.

"Know what you're going to say?"

"No." That's all he said.

"Do you think..." He looked at me. "be friends, after this?" I asked.

"Why? You going to miss me?"

I looked at him.

"Yeah, kinda..."

"Really?"

"Why? Aren't you going to miss me?"

"Hum?" He said.

"Harry!" I tossed a pillow at him.

"Yeah, of course." He said, in a tone that sounds true, like he meant it.

It was quite, then whack. Harry thrown the pillow at me.

"Hey!"

"You tossed it first!" He pointed that out to me.

I walked over with the pillow. "This is for sleeping and hitting..." I started hitting him over and over with the pillow. He whipped it out of my hands. Letting out a little yelp. Taking a few steps back.

"Harry... you know I was just playing..."

Plop. The pillow hit the side of my head; hair covered my face.

Taking a few steps I fell on the bed.

"Please...:" Harry started hitting me with the pillow. I reached out, grabbing another pillow. I tried hitting him back.

"Harry." I say between hits and laughter. "You win!"

"I always do." He took my pillow and his and tossed them.