Stuck With You

Undone

Looking up my eye were met with a set of sleepy eyes and messy hair.

"Uh..." Was all I was able to get out.

"Hello." He said sideways smile with a questioning eye.

Does he know? Does he remember? I don't think so. My cell slipped from my hand.

I moved away from the bed getting up. I look at my right hand them back at him. Was this true? It couldn't be, this is a joke, right? Harry looked where I was looking.

"Oh, you're married. I didn't know, really. I've never been..." I cut him off.

"Look at your hand." I said probably more to me than him.

He looked then looked away but then it hit him. He just looked at it. His eye widens. Opening his mouth then shuts it's, just looking at is.

Then he finally said, "That had to be some birthday."

I just looked at him. That's what he has to say. I couldn't believe he just said that. I didn't know what to say.

"Okay, so who put you up to this?" He said smiling at me.

"No one." I said.

I looked around the room looking for cameras. Maybe this was one of those shows that trick people.

"No, really. Who?"

"No. One." I said looking at him.

He just looks at me.

"I woke up here. I don't remember hardly anything about last night." I said.

"Sure." He said getting off the bed looking around.

"I'm telling the truth. I don't remember anything. Well, I remember dancing and..."

"My cell." Harry said holding out his hand. I placed it in his hand.

I could hear him unlocking his phone.

"You don't believe me do you?" I asked running my hands through my hair. It was quiet for a bit.

"I do now." His voice filled the air.

"Huh?" I said.

He turned looking at his phone. Dashing over I look at his cell too. There were photos of him and I. One, where he's in a tuxedo and me, smiling in a white dress. There were photos after photos of him and I. Somewhere Harry and I are kissing, in front of a pastor looking person, holding up our hands with the rings. I took the phone looking at the photos. Harry went and sat on the bed his hands in his hair.

"This." I looked up at him "happened?" He was pointing between himself and me.

"Photos, rings, waking up together...." I said.

He just looked at me. Looking back at his cell at the next photo.

"Hand me the paper!" I said.

"What paper?" I held out his cell. It was one of Harry and I; just looking at each others smiling hold up a piece of paper.

I start looking around the room. Then I see it lying on the floor.

"Got it!" I said picking it up.

Looking it over I see what I was looking for at the right bottom corner, I see where it says it's an official document.

Pointing to it, I show him. He plops back on the bed; his hands over his face.

"I'm dead." He mumbled.

"What about me?" I said.

"Sorry, do you to have millions of adoring fans, a member of the most popular band in the world?" He said.

"No, but I do have family and friends, they're going to flip."

"You can't tell anyone." He said sitting up and looking at me.

"If you and I are going to get out of this then I won't have to. Come on, let's go back to see if this can't be undone." I said pointing at me then at him.