Lovin' Styles

Blurry - Chapter 75

Izzy's POV:

Everything's fuzzy, and blurry around the edges. This lady is sitting beside me, claiming to be my "mom". Whatever that is.

"Sweetie, we're going to take you home now." A man with blonde hair told me and picked me up in his arms.

"Where's home?"

"Home is at your house, with Skye, your mommy, and me."

"You're my second mommy?"

"No," he chuckled and his blue eyes closed. "That would be your daddy."

"So, you're my daddy!"

"No, no." He said. He suddenly leaned over, and whispered in my ear, "Not yet, at least." I smiled at that answer and he lead me to the car.

"What happened to me?" I was still quite confused on what events had gone on.

"Well, it was the night of Harry and Riley's wedding - they're our friends - and you ran off. You were wondering around the neighborhood when you slipped on some ice and hit your head. The police found you unconcious on the streets." He grimaced at the memory and buckled me into my seatbelt.

The lady whose named was Skye sat in the front with the nice man and started the car.

"Honey, do you know your name?" He asked.

"I'm Izzy. And I'm six years old." I recited. Skye's eyebrows crushed together and the man put his hand on her shoulder.

"Do you remember anything else?" She asked.

"Well, I was told you're my mommy. And your name is Skye. This man is nice and told me he isn't my daddy, but he will be soon."

Skye smiled small and curled up in her seat.

I don't think the nice man heard her say it, but I did.

"I just want my family back." 

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Riley's POV:

"Riley, open this door right now." Harry's voice was hoarse from all of the talking he'd been doing. "Riley." His voice sounded like a warning. "Alright, I'm coming in." I heard loud thuds coming from the other side, probably from his foot. He gave up after a minute, and I heard footsteps walk away.

I relaxed and tugged the blankets I was wrapped up in, tighter around my body.

Suddenly, Harry stood in front of me, a smirk on his face.

"I come in peace."

I held back my smile at his cheesiness. He laid Noah in my arms and I bit my lip. He knew my weakness.

"Up! There's that smile!" He cheered and I glared at him.

"Stop it. I'm supposed to be mad at you." I grumbled. Harry sat down with Logan in his lap, Noah in mine. "I'm just... scared." I whispered.

"You're one of the strongest girls I know. So, go kick cancer's ass!" Harry said and I chuckled.

"If only it were that easy."