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

Chapter 19

Bryce isn't breathing normally. Louis, the kids, and I are rushing him to the hospital. I'm sobbing as I look down at the small baby in my arms who is barely breathing. Louis doesn't even look over, he just keeps his eyes on the road. We finally get to the hospital and I sprint in. "He's not breathing! Help, please!" I sob. Nurses and doctors rush over to me and lay him in one of the plastic bed things he was in when he was sleeping in the hospital. Why him? He's so young. Only two and a half months old. I feel arms wrap around me and see Louis behind me and Zac and Bailey on my legs. I turn around and sob into his chest. "What if he doesn't make it?" I sob. He rubs my back. "I can't promise anything Riley. I wish it were me in his place right now. We can only hope." He whispers. His words only make me sob harder.

"Mr. Tomlinson and Mrs. Styles?" The doctor enters the almost empty waiting room. Louis and I stand and walk towards the doctor. "Your son is fine. We did some tests and turns out, he's just allergic to silk. Just keep him away from silk and you'll be fine. Just put your signatures here and you can take him home. You two are very lucky." He informs us. I let out a breath of relief and take the clipboard from him. Louis and I both places our signatures and hand the clipboard back to the lady at the front desk. A few minutes later, a nurse dressed in pink scrubs walks over to us and hands Bryce to Louis.

Tonight was one of the scariest nights of my life. I almost lost my son. My phone buzzes and I quickly read the article. 'First the couple talk about suicide, next they almost lose their son. This couple is unstoppable. What happens if something horrible happens while Louis goes on tour with the band and Ed Sheeran? What if the unstoppable couple won't be able to retaliate?' Shit. They know about the suicide conversation? I wish these freaking paps would just leave us alone for once. "Louis, when are you leaving for tour?" I ask. He sighs. He pulls my body closer to him as we cuddle on the couch while the children sleep. "About three more weeks. I don't wanna go but I have to." He replies. A single tear leaves my eye. I quickly whipe it away, hoping Louis didn't see. "Don't cry Riley. The tour is only England. It'll only be two and a half months long." He assures. I sniffle. "Two and a half months of sleeping alone. Two and a half months handling the kids all alone." I argue. "Riley, I know it's gonna be hard. But, I'll make sure to leave you a couple of my shirts to wear to bed and I'll skype you every night. I promise." He assures. "Louis, eventually you'll forget about the skyping and I'll just be all alone again." I cry.

Louis has been gone for aboit two weeks now. I'm driving the hour long drive to Marlee's just because I really hate the kids and I being alone in that house. Bryce starts crying so I look back and stuff his pacifier in his mouth. Once I turn around, my body, along with the entire car, jolt sideways. The car flips twice but land right side up. The only thing crossing my mind at this point is, Are My Kids Okay? I hear no cries.

It's been about ten minutes and I hear sirens. The doors are ripped off the car and everyone is removed.

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       Louis' PoV
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"Hello?" I answer my phone. "I'm sorry to say Mr. Tomlinson, your fiance and children have been in a very bad car accident. Your two sons are dead but your daughter and wife are still barely clinging on. Is there any way you could come down to the hospital and sign some forms?" The man informs me. I drop my phone and automatically start sobbing. "Lou? What's wrong?" Harry asks,  I on my bed beside me. I shake my head. "We need to go now Harry. Something horrid has happened." I state.

It's been two hours since I had received the phone call. Harry and I run through the hospital doors and straight to the front desk. "Riley, Bailey, Zac, and Bryce Tomlinson. What are the stats of them?" I scream to the nurse. I see a doctor then motion me over to follow him. I follow him to an elevator and he begins to speak. "Your wife and daughter are still alive and breathing. I'm sorry I can't say the same for your sons." My heart literally shatters. Half my kids, gone within a blink of an eye.