Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

4: A New Home

Andy's P.O.V

I woke up slowly, shutting my eyes when the light was blinding me. I'd completely forgotten to close the curtains last night in my...

Wait. This wasn't my room. I tried to sit up, only to be restricted by an arm around my waist, legs tangled with someone else's. Shit. I was married now to Rye, or Ryan. He whimpered quietly, tightening his grip. Damn. He looked so young and good-looking when he slept.

No, stop. I couldn't fall for him. Just because he was my husband didn't mean I had to love him.

"Sleep," Rye muttered.

"Get off me," I snapped. His eyes shot open and he instantly removed his arm, shuffling away from me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He glared at me, as confused as I was.

"Well, for one, I don't have a disease, so you don't have to move like that. And second, how the hell am I meant to know? I just woke up like this," I retorted.

"Well, get out." He turned away from me to go back to sleep.

"No. This is my castle, and my home. You can find somewhere else to sleep, Rye." I knew calling him that would trigger him, and smirked.

He sat back up, and in a flash had me pinned against the headboard, wrists held above my head. His breath was hot on my face, our lips centimeters away from each other. I gulped, trying not to blush hard.

"Babe, you don't want to mess with me. Got it? Stay out of my way," he growled. Without asking, he'd pulled away the blanket and turned his back to me. I grumbled, deciding to just get up properly.

A knock at the door made me groan, revealing a blonde boy. I recognised him from the ceremony yesterday, and I think he was Rye's brother, Brooklyn.

"Hey there," he sneered. I hated their whole family; all the boys were stuck up, stupid and fuckboys.

"What?" I snapped back. He chuckled, putting his hands up in mock defense.

"Whoa, calm down, babe. I just came to tell my brother and his, well, boy toy, that you need to get up. We're leaving for Spain in a couple of hours. See you downstairs. By the way, it's Brook." Brooklyn's hand trailed down my cheek and he winked, leaving. I rolled my eyes and shut the door, to see Rye staring at me.

"Who was that?"

"Your brother. We're leaving for Spain in a couple of hours and need to get up. I'm going to the bathroom," I stated quickly to avoid arguments, and ran in there.

Later

Mum and Dad stood waiting by the doors, arms outstretched. When we went to say our goodbyes, Mum hugged me tightly, her tears soaking my shirt.

"I love you, baby. Stay safe, okay?"

"I will, Mum. I love you so much, and be careful." I smiled, pulling away.

"Come here, son." Dad was crying more than Mum was, making me laugh.

"Dad."

"Mm?"

"Will you keep me updated about Jack?"

Dad sighed, but nodded. "Of course. Take care of him, Rye."

"I will, sir," he nodded. He raised his eyebrows at me slightly, taking my hand a little aggressively. "Come on, babe."

I said the rest of my goodbyes and we left, me and Rye at the back. As soon as we were out of sight of my family, I pulled my hand away.

"You don't have to do that," I glared.