Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

20: Familiar Face

Andy's P.O.V

I was greeted by my mum's tight hug, where she ran up to me.

"I missed you so much, Mum," I mumbled.

"Oh, I missed you too, baby. What happened?"

"I'll tell you and Dad everything when we get back to the castle," I replied. Mum nodded, giving my bags to our driver.

Later

"I think the stress of everything that happened recently got to Rye, and he lashed out one morning. He... he made a comment about Jack, and I was just so hurt by it I ignored him for the whole day. I woke up this morning feeling really sick and, um... I'm pregnant. I think."

"What?" Mum squeaked. I was met by pure shock from both my parents.

"Is that possible?" Dad asked.

"I don't know. I haven't even gone to the doctor yet. But I didn't want to be a burden to Rye. I know, I'm possibly pregnant with his child, but I just can't," I finished, breaking down into tears. "Please don't tell Rye I'm here. Tell him I'm anywhere but here in England. It's for the best."

"But your child will need you both, son," Dad replied.

"This is hurting my head. I'm going to bed for a little while," I stated, walking away. A servant followed, carrying my bag for me. When I got to my room, I smiled in gratitude, and he walked away. I slipped off my shoes and climbed under the covers, holding the cactus plush toy I'd had since I was a baby to my chest. I placed a hand on my stomach, closing my eyes.

"I'm sorry you might not meet your dad. But I'll love you as much as we would combined. I promise you. I'll guard you with my life, even if it means you have a future and I don't." I quickly fell into a deep sleep, my worries fading away.

A few hours later

I made my way downstairs, having had the best sleep in a while. Mum was sat in the kitchen, casually talking to his mum.

"Hi, Andy. Are you alright? I'm sorry about Jack. I don't know what got into him," she said softly, hugging me.

"It's alright, Ms Duff."

"Andy, if it's okay with you, I booked an appointment at the hospital next week to see whether you're pregnant," Mum said, taking my hand. Jack's mum looked at me, then to my stomach.

"Is that possible?"

"I don't know," I replied.

"Well congratulations, if it is," she smiled, kissing my cheek.

"Oh, Andy, I thought it'd be better for you to have a personal assistant, given you're pregnant. This is Jon. Anything you need, you can ask him."

The name sounded familiar, and I was close to collapsing as he stepped into the room.

"He's not fucking going anywhere near me," I said, hands shaking violently. "His friend fucking shot me, Mum!"

"She knows! I turned him in. I felt so guilty," he said smoothly. I refused to believe him, turning away.

I felt everyone's eyes on me as I walked past, talking in low voices.

"What the fuck is wrong with you lot?"

"Um, Prince, I think you deserve to see this," Bella spoke up, handing her phone to me. It was a photo of Rye, my Ryan, kissing another guy at a party. He'd really moved on that quickly. I wiped away angry tears, letting out a shaky sigh.

"Tell me this is a fucking joke, Belle," I muttered, handing her phone back. "Tell me it's a fucking joke!"

I ran to my room, slamming the door shut. I collapsed to the floor, crying harder by the second. Then my mindset changed.

I'd do whatever it took to care for my child and keep them safe, even if it meant I'd be twice the parent. I didn't need Ryan.

Or did I?

"Andy?" A voice asked softly. I didn't turn around, crying even harder when I realised who it was. Two arms went around me, holding me against a muscular chest.

"Why do I have to be so fucked up?" I sobbed. "I almost get killed, my best friend leaves me, my husband hates me. Why?"

"You're not fucked up. I know you hate me, but I really am sorry for what happened, Andy. And if Ryan can move on that quickly, you don't need him. You're better than that, and anyway, you have to put your child first."

I don't know what the hell was going through my head, maybe it was the anger driven towards Rye, but I looked up at Jon, and closed the gap. He was frozen, not kissing back. He pulled away, and I looked down.

"You're still with him, Andrew."

"You said yourself I don't need Ryan. So why are you holding back?"

"Because it's wrong," he started, but I kissed him again, and this time he kissed back, hands on my hips. "Fuck," he moaned softly.

Mikey's P.O.V

"Rye, come on. You need to get home."

"I'm looking for Andyyyy," Rye slurred.

"He's not here, mate," I said, pulling at Rye's hand.

He let me drag him outside, then let go again.

"Rye, for fu-" I stopped, seeing Rye making out with a random person, who was suddenly swarmed by people. I sighed, pulling him off. "Hurry up! What the fuck are you doing?"

"Andy hatesss me," he slurred, and started crying. I saw Brook head towards us and we took Rye outside. Luckily, Brook hadn't drunk anything tonight, and started the car. Rye's phone pinged, and I saw a picture he was tagged in.

Oh, fuck.

The picture was Rye kissing the guy, and already over 1,000 people had retweeted it, reposted it.

"B-Brook," I said, and he pulled over. I showed him the photo and Rye sat up, trying to get his phone.

"Look what you've done, bro!"

"I want Andy," he slurred, grabbing at his phone.

"You think after what you said, he'll just forgive you straightaway?"

"Well, he sure as hell won't once this gets to him," I shouted, panicking slightly.

"I miss him," Rye whined, taking his phone. I watched him bring up a photo of Andy, smiling at the sight of his husband.

Meanwhile

Jon's P.O.V

Andy was still in my arms, and we were sat on his bed, watching a movie. I knew this was wrong, he was married, but Ryan had obviously hurt him. Andy had an arm draped across my bare torso, head on my chest.

And no, we didn't have sex.

I saw Andy falling asleep, and started to get up, only to have him look up. "Will you stay?"

"Sure," I whispered.

"Can we... you know, cuddle?"

I nodded, and our legs intertwined, bodies getting closer. This was so damn wrong, but it just felt so right.