Blue Eyed Boy (Third Book in the I Was Loving The Wrong Man series)

Chapter 3

Riley's PoV
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I wake up in a hospital bed. I have an IV in my right wrist and stitches and a bandage over my left one. I look around the room and see a sleeping Louis and a sleeping Harry. Both of their faces are stained with tear streaks. I am cold. Why had I tried to kill myself? I've hurt six of the people I care most about. Especially Harry and Louis. I look over when Louis shifts in his chair. He looks at me with puffy, red eyes. "Hey beautiful. Ready to go home?" Louis asks. I blush then nod my head.

Once we arrive home, Louis and Harry help me up to my room. Harry offers to stay with me and I nod. I only nod because I want to let him cry and get things off his chest. They lay me down and cover me up. Louis leaves and Harry sits in the chair next to my bed. "Go ahead Harry. Yell and scream and hit me for being stupid and selfish." I order him. He stands up. "Don't you ever think that I would hit you. No one in this house would ever hit you Riley." He assures me. "Are you mad?" I ask. "No. I'm just disappointed. If you're ever feeling bad or sad about something, we all will become your personal therapists. I promise you that in this house, you'll never be alone." Harry assures me once again.

I wake up to find Louis asleep on my bedroom floor and Harry asleep in the chair. I get on my phone and check Twitter.

KatieLee5: @Harry_Styles your sister is such a pussy! Who tries to kill themself? I wish she would just drop dead!

HollyAmbrose1: @RileyStyles should just shoot herself! @LouisTomlinson doesn't love her! Nobody does!

I feel two warm arms wrap around me. I look up and see Louis. I cry into his chest. He strokes the back of my head. "Don't listen to them. They're just jealous." He tells me. I sob harder. He squeezes me tighter.

Louis gets up and Harry comes and squeezes me tightly. I look up and see Louis has puffy, red eyes. "Riles, lets go down stairs and get some food in your stomach." Harry offers. I wipe my tears and nod my head. All three of us walk downstairs. "Where are Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Layla?" I ask Harry nervously. "They went to the park. Don't worry. Neither one of those boys would ever hurt Layla. They're not like that." Harry assures, handing me a bowl of cereal. I take the bowl and sit at the table. I pick my spoon up and move the marshmallows around my bowl. I want to talk. I just can't. I feel like my mouth is superglued shut and I'm underwater, gasping for air.
I get up and give my half eaten bowl of cereal to Molly, or Dusty. I forget. I walk in the living room and sit in between Harry and Louis. They are watching the The Walking Dead marathon. I just lay my head down on Louis' shoulder and watch. I stand up and walk to the bathroom in the hall. Once I am done, I wash my hands, and open the door where I am greeted by Harry. "You fucking pervert! I bet you were looking under the door or something weren't you?!" I exclaim. "No. What? No! I was leaning against this wall in front of the door just so you dont try to commit suicide again!" He argues. "Sorry Haz...I know you would never. I'm just on edge.." I apologize. I hug him and he kisses the top of my head.

About thirty seconds later, he releases. I tell Harry I need to take a bath. He tells me he'll wait out side in my bedroom.

When I get out of the bath, I peek outside my door and find no sign of Harry. I also forgot a towel. "Harry!" I call. No answer. I see my bedroom door knob jiggle and in comes Louis. "He had to run out and help his dad with something. What do you need?" He asks. "I forgot a towel and clothes. Can you just hand me a simple outfit please?" I ask Louis, feeling embarrassed that a guy I just met is going to be touching my underwear. "Okay umm. Shirt, shorts, underwear, bra." He says the names as he picks them up. I blush. He hands me the clothes and heads back down to the living room.

Once I get dressed, I head back down to the living room and find Louis still on the couch watching the The Walking Dead marathon. I sit down next to him. "Thanks for not being all pervertive when getting my.. umm ... undergarments." I shyly thank him. "No problem. I'm not like that. I treat women with respect." He tells me. I blush. "So, How does a nice, sensitive, cute boy like yourself not have a girlfriend? I mean you're the Louis Tomlinson from One Direction." I joke. "Well, about a month ago I did. She was a model. Only wanted sex and money. So, I broke it off." He replies. I chuckle and lean my head on his shoulder and he puts an arm around me. "Don't worry Riley. You'll always be safe with me." Louis yawns. Soon, we both fall asleep.

I wake up to someone picking me up bridal style and laying me in my bed. I look up, Louis. "Goodnight sweet heart." He whispers and kisses my forehead. After he leaves, I feel warm in my cold room and sleep soon takes over.