Landing In London {Dreams & Bleachers Sequel}

All I Want Is Your Forever

Harley's POV

It was a sunny day in Cali, and I decided to go through some things in the attic in the hopes I can find some old memories for the wedding. We'll be leaving in a few days to spend the last two weeks before hand in Denver. Ryder and Nicky wanted it there, considering that's their true home, as it is mine. They've even been thinking about moving there, and I think Jade has the idea on his mind too.

It's not that I don't miss it, because I do, but this is where our family is established. I don't want to take the girls away from their friends, and it would really put a hole in our careers. However, I think he's ready to slow that down too. We haven't even scheduled another tour yet. Granted, we have the wedding, but it's so close! 

I sighed, going through a box fully of mementos from high school. That fucking teddy bear was in there, the one Ryder gave me as an apology. Under it, was that letter he wrote from rehab, begging for forgiveness. I picked it up, reading over it. The sun hit it just right, and I could see where my name was on the header, there was a name before mine. 

It was faint, but I could see it said Nicky. That son of a bitch, he truly did love NJ more than even he knows. Then again, the letter made so much more sense being addressed to him. 

Nicky,

I hope you know, all I've thought about since I detoxed is you. The drugs really fucked me up, and I forgot about what truly mattered. They fogged my vision until I couldn't see your beautiful face again.

The days feel long again, like they should, and you're all I can think about, non stop; how I screwed up, how I hurt you, how I can never take it all back, but most importantly, how I love you.

I really, truly, love you. I swear to God, I'll never go back, I won't. I'm staying straight, for you, because you're worth it. Every second I spend in this building is worth it. I'm ready to start over, if you're willing to start over with me, please. Let's have a fresh start.

Start over...

I love you, Nicky, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I hope you feel the same way.

Love, 
Ryder

I couldn't help but smile. Those two still amaze me with how powerful their love is. It's survived a shit storm of issues, and they're still kicking. I heard footsteps under me, assuming it was Jade coming up. No, go figure, it was NJ. 

"Hey, you look like you could use a hand." He said as he sat down on the attic floor with me.

"You don't have to." I laughed, resting my hands on the edge of the box in front of me. "When Ryder was in rehab, he wrote this letter. Even though it's addressed to me, it was for you. It's rightfully yours." I spoke as I handed it over to him.

His eyes gleamed over with wonder, then he looked it over, reading it line for line. Nicky raised his hand to his mouth, tears tempting his eyes. He took a hard swallow, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. 

"Thank you for this. It's... I'm at a loss for words." He shakily sighed with a smile. 

I grinned. "Yeah, that's true love."

Ryder's POV, One Week Later

We've been in Denver a few days, the wedding just a week and a half away. I can't believe how fast this is happening, but more so, I can't believe how far we've come. We were both in bed together and Nicky was sound asleep. I, however, couldn't sleep for a lot of reasons.

There's a lot on my mind with the wedding. How am I not going to strangle his father when I see him? That fucker took my angel's life away from him. He would never be in this position if it weren't for that asshole. 

Then there's all the drama with our friends. They've all got their own issues, and I don't want that to fuck up our one special day. Harley promises to keep them all in line, but she has her own issues with a little thing called pregnancy. 

And then we have that topic; the kids. We both want them, but we can't agree on how we want to get them. I'm starting to come around to the realization that he is right, adoption is better. I know part of his decision is out of pity, since he once was a foster kid himself. 

Speaking of, I took a deep breath as my heart ached to hear his whimpering again. He's been having these nightmares for two weeks straight, where he's cry and even scream in his sleep. I turned over to face him, kissing him forehead. 

I tried to wake him the best I could, but I know these dreams trap him. He told me, he won't wake up until the nightmare is over and I'm practically yelling at him to open his eyes. Which is what ends up happening. It's really painful to watch, I can't imagine what it's like to live it. 

"Nicky, baby wake up." I repeated to him over and over. 

Finally, he took a sharp breath as his eyes shot open. He sighed, closing his eyes tightly as a tear slid down his soft face. I put my arm over him, and he snuggled into my chest without a word. This one's been the worst so far, but I seem to say that every night.

"Angel, this has been going on too long. We have to get you help." I said as I felt his hand tighten it's grip on my shirt. 

"I-I know, I'll, um, I'll call my... old therapist in the, morning." He stammered. "This one was bad, Ryder. I... I can't do this much l-longer."

"Shhhh, it's okay Beautiful, I'm here for you." I comforted, holding him tight.