Stuck With You

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 candlelight room. I could hardly remember last night. Eyes still closed, head pounding, I go to sit up but a heavy weight around my waist keeps me from moving. Rolling over, I slowly open 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 realize I could hear someone, other than me, breathing. Lowering my hand, I see a head of brown hair sleeping; rest of his face was covered 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 smothering a scream creeping up my throat. 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. Slowly getting out of bed looking for any clue to where I'm at or who the guy in the bed is. Finding my cell, I 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 mean? Are you hurt? Are you..."

"I think I'm married." I whispered.

"What!"

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

"Who?"

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 is. 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.

Music started to fill the air. Looking around I see a cell lying on a table. Grab it I read 'Harry get your 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.

"Does it really say butt?"

"No..."

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

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

"Styles, now we're going to be..." I read out loud 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 on the floor.

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

"Riley?"

"Sh!" I said quickly.

I waited. I didn't hear anything.

"Riley!"

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

"Him. Is already awake." Said a deep sleep voice.