Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

23: Unwanted...?

Unknown P.O.V

He saw me. Andy saw me.

He looks so different, but as beautiful as before. His hair is blonde.

Should I go to him?

No, he probably hates you.

Andy's P.O.V

I couldn't stop thinking about the person whose eye I'd caught. Why couldn't I have seen who it was?

"-to me?"

I looked at Jon. "Sorry, did you say something?"

"Yes, I'll ask you the same question again," he said, shaking his head. "Why are you so faraway? What did you see in the mall?"

"I don't know, Jon. When we came out of the salon, I caught someone's eye in the crowd. You called me and when I turned around again, they were gone. And they looked so familiar, but I didn't get time to take a look at their face."

Jon looked at me with a funny look, raising his eyebrow. I sighed and focused on the road as we drove, falling asleep to the music from the radio quietly playing.

Later

"Hi, baby. You look different," Mum smiled. She ran a hand through my hair and nodded at a servant to take my bags.

"Does it look good?" I asked.

"It suits you," she nodded. "Oh, this came for you." She handed me an envelope with my name on it which I took, heading to my room.

Sitting on my bed, I ripped open the letter.

Andy,

You might know who this is. I'm not going to say, though. You hate me, don't you? Of course, you would. I know I hurt you, and I'll never forgive myself for that.

I saw you at the mall today. Your hair's blonde now. It suits you. I know you saw me, but I was too much of a coward to go to you. I'm sorry for what I've done. I'm an idiot, and I don't expect you to forgive me at all. But I need you, Andy.

I stared down at the letter, not knowing how I felt. Why would he need me? He made it pretty clear he didn't.

"Who is it?" Jon asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Guess."

He read over the letter, then placed it down to hug me. I leaned into the hug.

"Would it not be better to fix things, Andy?"

I shrugged. "I don't know if I even want to forgive him anymore."

Jon sighed and nodded.

"You look worn out. Sleep for a bit."

I took my shoes off and lay down, pulling the duvet up to my chin. Jon smiled before walking out and shutting the door.

It gave me a chance to pour all my emotions out silently. I let the tears fall down my face, wondering why everything had gone wrong. Jack, Ryan, my relationship with him. The good thing that came out of it, though, was my daughter. At first, I was torn between wanting to keep it and raise a baby myself, or not having her. I knew now how glad I was to have kept her. I had yet to meet her, and already I was in love.

I grabbed the letter off my bedside table and read it over and over, not really knowing why.

"Why did we have to do this?" I said to myself. "Why couldn't everything have been okay from the start?"

I fell asleep, just trying to forget everything.

Later

I woke up to someone shaking my shoulder, seeing Jon above me. He helped me sit up.

"Someone's coming to meet you. Nobody knows who it is, though. The King and Queen don't know they're coming, either. You want me to tell them?"

I looked at him confused, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Shaking my head, I slipped my jacket on.

"It's fine. Whoever it is, tell them to come to the gardens. I'll wait there."

Jon nodded and left again. Who would want to meet me? Unless it was Rye...

No. He didn't know I was here. Nobody did.

I hadn't actually been in the gardens since... Harvey. The time we'd talked, before the wedding, was the last time I'd actually been here. For the past five months, I'd been out or in the castle.

"Andy?"

Holy shit.

"Sonny?!" I turned, coming face to face with my childhood best friend. He hugged me tightly, careful with my stomach. Looking down, he grinned.

"God, it's been so long!" He said. "You're looking well," he laughed.

"If you mean my pregnancy, then yes, I guess so," I replied with a chuckle.

Sonny had gone to school with me, and we'd been pretty inseparable. He and his family had moved when we were 17, and I hadn't seen him since.

"You're married now, huh?" I nodded. "Who's the lucky guy?"

"Um, Ryan Beaumont. Prince of Spain. But we... I haven't seen him in 5 months."

Sonny looked at me confused, then hugged me gently. "I'm sorry, Fovvs. He was obviously a dick for hurting you, then."

"How come you came back after all this time? It's been 5 years."

"I have a message for you."

"From who?"

"Some kid called Jack Duff." (Well done to RoadTrips_fAnFiCx for guessing right first x)

I stared at him in disbelief. He had spoken to Jack?!

"Wait, where did you find him?"

"I bumped into him near where I work. He asked that I didn't tell you," Sonny said with an apologetic smile. "But, he asked if you got his letter, and he wanted to say sorry for not being able to see you again."

Why didn't he want to see me again? Had my marriage really hurt him so much? Or did he just not care anymore? If that was the case, then it fucking hurt. I'd lost two guys in my life that I love so much.

"Thanks for telling me, Sonny. How long are you here?"

"I came to tell you about Jack, that's all. I'll see if I can come back at some point," he smiled, and I leaned into him as he threw an arm around my shoulder.

"I'll miss you," I said sadly.

"Oh, I'll miss you too. Do you want me to send a message to Jack if I ever see him again?"

"Tell him he's never unwanted here. Tell him I'll wait for him," I nodded. Sonny said a final goodbye and left me alone with my thoughts. My completely messed up thoughts.

Please come back, Jack. I miss you.