You Saved Me!

~*Chapter 43:Louis*~

With Harry birthday's tomorrow and the wedding in four weeks, my head was spinning in every direction.

Harry had been flying high the last two months, which was a relief. I knew things were definitely getting better when she'd gotten back up on Daisy . Our ride yesterday morning had been amazing. We'd made a small pit stop to make love under her favorite oak tree.

I smiled when I thought about how fucking sexy that man was. I had to shake my head when I thought back to a couple of months ago when she and Niall both came home with tattoos and piercings. With the way Liam had looked at Niall when he'd showed him the tattoo, that fooker had been lucky as hell that he was married to him. I could practically read his damn mind the Bastard.

I heard a truck coming down the driveway before I even saw it. Scott was coming today to pick up the horses he'd left for breeding. I still didn't like this guy. He flirted way too much with Harry for my liking.

Scott pulled up next to my truck and got out with that stupid-arse grin on his face. Walking up to him, I smiled and reached out to shake his hand.

"How's it going, Scott?" I said in the nicest way I could. I couldn't help but notice him looking around for what I was pretty sure was Harry .

"Hey, bud, how's it going? How'd those horses do?"

"Good. We left them out in the back pasture for about a week. "

Scott was looking over toward the barn.

Fooker . Okay, let's just make this short and sweet.

"So, let's get your boys loaded up in your trailer. "

Scott looked back over at me and nodded. "Sure, let's do it. "

"They're in the barn. " I turned around and led the way.

***

After we got Scott's two studs loaded up, we were about to shake hands when he broke down.

"So, where's Harry today? Is he feeling better?"

I just smiled at him. "He's doing wonderful. He and Niall are in Dublin today, looking for a suits for the wedding . " Chew on that, prick.

"A wedding huh? Y'all getting married soon?"

"Four weeks. "

Scott smiled and shook his head. "Well, I don't have to tell you that you're one lucky son of a bitch, I'm sure. "

"No. No, you don't. "

He stuck his hand out to shake mine. From the look on his face, I might have gripped his hand a little bit too hard, but at this point, I couldn't have cared less.

Harry was due back at any minute and all I wanted to do was get him the hell out of here.

I watched as he drove off, and then made my way back into the barn. I set my phone down and turned on some music while I started to clean out the stalls. There was nothing like a little Kid Rock's "Cowboy" to get me going.

I started to think about Harry's birthday tomorrow. I smiled as I thought about marrying the man of my dreams. I was going to do everything in my power to make sure he was happy for the rest of our lives. It was hard to believe a year ago I'd almost lost her to Ed .

Just then, I felt something hit my back. I turned around to see the love of my life leaning up against a stall. I walked over and turned off the music.
"You know, I never thought I would say this, but I actually would prefer for you to listen to 'Truck Yeah' again. "

Walking up to him, I grabbed him around his waist and pulled him to me.

"Oh yeah? You don't like my 'Cowboy' song, baby?"