Zayn's POV:
"I have three seperate ideas."
"Only three?" Harry whined.
I glared at him.
"I mean, thanks."
"That's better. So anyway, I took a look at her bucket list, and eliminated idea by grouping them by category." I explained.
I handed him the paper I had written down my idea on.
"Here."
Riley Wynter's Bucket List
1. Sky-dive out of a plane.
2. Go to Disney World.
3. { Be serenaded by a cute guy.
4. Go on a candle-lit dinner. }
5. [ Get married.
6. Release a paper lantern into the sky. ]
7. Direct a music video.
8. Try spaghetti tacos.
9. Zipline over the ocean.
10. [ Dye my hair.
11. Have my cartilage pierced.
12. Get a tattoo. ]
13. Ride a double-decker bus.
14. Bake Nutella cupcakes.
15. { Build a family. }
"Create a candle-lit dinner, Harry serenades Ri." Harry read.
"At wedding, paper lanterns released into sky. Once married, build a family," Harry blushed at that one.
"Dye my hair, have my cartilage pierced and get a tattoo all in the same day." He looked up at me with confusion. "My hair?"
"I meant that in Riley's point of view. So, Riley would have her hair dyed, get her cartilage pierced and get a tattoo."
"I don't think she would go for those last three. This was made a couple years ago, remeber."
"So, the last idea is crossed off. Um, which one do you like?" I asked.
"I like both," Harry said and bit his lip.
"Then do both."
"I want to do them, but when will Riley be out of the hospital?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Ask."
He pressed the button on the side of the bed. "Can you send Dr. Kyte in please?"
Dr. Kyte appeared, not even minutes later. "Yes, Harry?"
"How much longer until Riley is released?"
"Several months."
Harry sighed, clearly frustrated.
"Why?"
"She's mad at me. For... various reasons. I wanted to surprise her with a night out, but I guess that can't happen." Harry ran his hand through his hair.
"Riley is in good enough physical shape to be in a wheelchair."
Both Harry and I looked at Dr. Kyte.
"So, you're saying that Riley is able to get up and be wheeled around?"
Dr. Kyte paused. "Well, rules say she's not permitted to leave hospital grounds."
Harry groaned. "Why the fuck is this so hard?"
"Language, Mr. Styles." Dr. Kyte said. Harry grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry, Doc."
"Is there a resturant downstairs?" I asked quietly.
"Cafe. No resturant, though."
"Any vacant rooms?"
"The basement."
Harry watched the exchange between Dr. Kyte and I.
"Is the basement free for decoration?"
Dr. Kyte nodded and I grinned.
"Harry, I know what we have to do."
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Lovin' Styles
FanfictionRiley Wynter is a normal girl. Dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a curious nature (plus some sassy remarks across the way). Her family encourages her to try out for X Factor - and surprisingly, she makes it. While she is in this competition...
