Stuck With You

How Will I

~12

"Fine, I'll do it. But the 'wedding' will be small." I said. "And my parents aren't paying a penny."

"Deal." Simon's voice said from the laptop.

Man, maybe Shannon was right, I'm too nice. I'm giving up three months of my life but I guess that's what I get for being a nice person and having one crazy night. I can't blame this just on Harry... so I'm blaming some of it on him, I, but mostly whatever I was drinking that night.

"Now the story." Jack said.

"The story?" I wasn't sure what he was talking about.

"Yes, the story on how you meet."

"Oh."

"We could say she came to a show and..."

"My family and friends would never by it, I don't play much young teen pop."

"Then what would they believe?" Harry snapped at me. He seemed a bit upset, maybe he doesn't like his music being called young teen pop? I didn't mean it in a bad way. I like many of their songs but I'm more of a Sara Bareilles and Haim then them or Miley Cyrus.

"They would believe we meet at an old record shop..." I said.

"And so would my family and friends."

"Ok, old record shop it is." Jack said.

I looked over at Jack, his nose stuck in his phone as he texts away. I couldn't help but wonder who he was texting.

Jack and Simon continued to talk about the wedding. How quick they could get cake, flowers, booking a place and so on.

I got up and walked a few seats back. This was a small plane so a few rows back were as far away as I could get.

"Harry, go with her." I heard Simon say.

Harry didn't say anything. He got up, I watched him as he walked back towards me.

"May I sit?" He asked.

"It's not like I have a say." I said.

He just looked at me.

"Yea, sorry. Go ahead." I pointed to the seat on my right.

He sat. Quietness filled the air. I could hardly hear what Jack and Simon were saying.

How was I to tell my parents I'm getting married in a few days. Well, its a bit better then telling them I was drunk as ever then tied the knot with a super cute superstar.

"How are you going to do it?" I asked.

Harry just looked at me.

"Do what?"

"Tell your family, your friends." I looked at him.

By the way, he looked he was thinking about that as well.

"I'm not sure... maybe a phone call. Or go tell them when we land..." He trailed off lost in his own thoughts.

"Oh."

"You?" He asked.

"I don't know." I said thinking to myself.

How can I tell them, where one they'll believe me and two not want to kill me?