Lovin' Styles

No More Goodbyes - Chapter 66

Riley's POV:

I woke up, stretched across the bed.

I sat up and immediately groaned. The plastic cast around my back pressed into my skin.

Unbuckling them, I wheeled myself downstairs. Before I came home from the hospital, Harry installed ramps.

When I first got downstairs, I turned up the heat and checked the mail.

Bill, bill, tax, spam... and a big envelope from London College of Fashion?

I went inside and went straight upstairs. Harry sat up in bed, scrolling through his twitter.

"Um, Harry...?" I held the oversize envelope in my hand.

He scrambled out of bed and grabbed it out my hand. "Nothing."

"Harry." I warned and ripped it out of his hands. Tearing open the package, I slowly read the words.

"Ms. Riley Wynter, we are pleased to inform you that you are accepted to the London College of Fash..." I read out loud and stopped, looking up at Harry.

He stood there, in his sweats, blushing.

"How?"

"I sent in your application." He said bashfully.

I rolled over to Harry and engulfed him in a hug. No words were spoken, just hugs and kisses for minutes. Until a shrill cry echoed throughout the house.

"I'll get Logan, you get Noah?" Harry asked. I nodded and pushed my chair forward, and gently took the small baby from Harry's arms.

I pressed the baby against my chest and I felt him squirm and settle against my collarbone.

Kissing the little one's forehead, I heard soft snores coming from Noah.

Logan was still wailing. Harry stood there, eyes wide, looking at me in alarm.

"I'll take him," I said and chuckled. Handing him Noah, I took the blonde-haired baby from his arms and as soon as he was in my arms, Logan stopped crying.

"How do you do that?" Harry asked in frustration.

I giggled. "I'm a mother."

Noah was cuddled against Harry's bare chest, a splitting image of the grown man holding him. The dark curls and creases in their foreheads. The small dimples threatening to peek out from the rosy cheeks. The long lashes sitting on high cheekbones.

I smiled and hugged Logan, now fast asleep.

"Harry? Are you worried about when you go on tour?" I asked quietly.

Harry nodded and I sighed. "Why can't life be fair?"

"Because if that happened, life'd be boring." Harry explained to me.

I nodded and rested Logan on my lap and rolled downstairs with one hand.

"When do my classes start?"

"Next week," Harry called. "And they're on Saturdays - I talked to Skye," Harry slipped his head out of the bedroom and winked at me.

I blushed. He's such a flirt.

But he's my flirt.

The doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" I called and put down Logan in the play pen, though he was way to young to be playing anyway.

Opening the door, I met the face of Louis and Liam.

"Hey guys," I greeted warmly and grinned. Liam leaned forward and gave me a hug while Louis stood there, smiling.