Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

41: Crash and Break Down

Rye's P.O.V

We went in the next day, and I was glad to see that Andy wasn't as cold towards me. He still didn't talk to me, but there were no glares, or orders to leave him alone. Jack rubbed my shoulder and went to help my husband, whilst I grabbed his bag.

I couldn't expect him to want to be anywhere me, but it still hurt when I heard his conversation with Jack.

"Will you sit in the middle? I... I can't bring myself to sit beside him," Andy asked Jack quietly, to which the Irish lad nodded. He met my glance and flashed a sad smile, mouthing sorry.

I took Brook's keys and told him I'd drive, and he nodded, understanding instantly. From the rearview mirror, I watched as Andy sat in the middle silently, hands twisting together.

***

The drive home was tense, to say the least. You could have seriously cut it with a knife. When we all went to get out of the car, I quickly stopped Andy, and we watched as the others went inside the house.

"Baby, can we talk?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Is it worth it if you're probably going to fuck me over again? I don't know how many more times you want me to forgive you, Ryan."

He gave me one last look of regret or disappointment, both of which were understandable, before walking into the house. Leaving me outside alone.

"Rye? You coming?" Jack called from the door, pulling me out of my thoughts. I shook my head and went in, wishing so hard things could be normal. But nothing would ever be, especially not with us. "Do you want me to talk to him? He told me he was talking to King Tom last night, and that he told Andy to try and forgive you. I'm sure if I slightly push him into talking, he might be okay to talk to you."

I didn't say anything; why was I having to do this just to talk to my husband?

"Please, Jack," I nodded, and watched him go upstairs to where Andy had gone. Aliana was becoming restless in my arms, obviously hungry. I sat her in her chair, and Brook squeezed my shoulder before going to do something with Jon. Aliana started giggling when I'd turned the radio on and started dancing, singing along loudly whilst feeding her.

A sudden knocking at the door made me stop, and I shouted for someone to get it, as Aliana thought it'd be funny to push her food bowl off of the counter.

"Ugh, Ana! Did Brooky teach you to do that?" I chuckled, shaking my head. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Andy making his way down the stairs to open the door, but no voices followed when he did open it.

"Andy, who is it?" I asked.

"Um..."

Brook came running down as well, completely frozen when he saw who it was. Who the hell could it have been?

"Who the fuck is at the door?" I huffed, leaving Aliana in her seat to join my brother and Andy. A tall guy with dark curls, most likely younger than us, stood grinning down. "Who are you?"

"Hi, I'm Blake Richardson. (Ayy, my NHC baby) I believe Brooklyn lives here?" He asked, keeping a gaze fixed between Andy and Brook. "Which one...?"

"Me," my brother nodded, and I held back my laughter.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" Andy spoke up, arms folded. Jack had made his way down too and had pulled Brook into a hug, making the guy stop in the middle of his explanation.

"I think it might be best you come in," I nodded. When Andy gave me a look, I nodded again, as a silent way to say 'trust me'. Which in this case seemed ironic, to speak the truth.

Blake sat down on the couch, and didn't seem to be able to tear his gaze away from Brook and Jack cuddled together. "I know this is really unexpected, but I couldn't stop thinking about you, Brooklyn," he confessed, blushing slightly.

"What are you talking about?" Jack snapped. "Brooky?"

We all turned to my brother, who let out a shaky sigh. "I guess I should tell you who this actually is. Okay, Andy. Do you remember when we went to the mall together when you and Rye had just gotten married?"

"Yeah..."

"I told you I went to the bathroom, but on the way, I met Blake. He was hurt and I decided to help him, but forgot to tell you. And we somehow ended up making out," Brooklyn said quietly, twisting his hands together. "I told him he should come and visit one day because I wanted to get to know him, but that was wayyy before I met you, Jacky." Brook turned to the Irish boy, nodding eagerly. Jack sighed and kissed his lips quickly, turning back to Blake.

"So, why now? It's been ages since then," Jack shrugged, and I knew everyone else wanted to know the same thing, even if they didn't say anything.

"I had a lot of time to think about it, and I decided that I should stop being a pussy. But, I see you're happy with someone else, Brooklyn," the boy smiled sadly. "I hope you guys are very happy together."

"You're welcome to hang out with us," Jack spoke up, which shocked me. I didn't think he'd be up for it, having a guy who'd been interested in his boyfriend to hang around with us. "Just, hands off my boyfriend, yeah?"

***

Blake had left a while ago, having to go to work, and Andy declared he was heading out to do some shopping. To be honest, I was surprised when he came to hug me. I just wish we were good again. But that wasn't going to happen right now.

"Bye," he said bluntly, nodding and heading out, leaving me as torn inside as before.

God, why are you doing this to me...

Brook and Jack were playing with Ana, which left me with some time alone to myself. Exactly how I was feeling with Andy. Everything was going so wrong and although I was one of the biggest reasons for it, it felt like the whole situation was out of my hands, and nothing I did would be able to fix it. I'd never felt so helpless, yet so guilty.

Warning: panic attack. I have never had one, nor have I seen someone have one, so do not know what it is like. Don't call me out on this.

I picked up Andy's guitar, holding it in my hands. Remembering when I'd played it. Smiling at the memory of when he'd fallen back into my arms, the two of us sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of having to lose one another and being more relieved than we'd ever been.

The walls were enclosing me, barricading me from freedom.

I grasped at my throat, desperately vying for breath. Hands locking around my throat as I let the hoarse cries slip, only to have them come out silently. Tears fell, blurring my vision progressively.

The room was too hot, too stuffy, too claustrophobic. Couldn't help me...

That's what you get for being the biggest idiot in history. You deserve this.

A/N Yeahhh, didn't expect that to happen to Rye, did you? Neither did I, tbh
Sorry for the cliffhanger, AGAIN, but let me know what your thoughts are on the story. Also if you could check out my new story 'Lego House', show it some love, it would be massively appreciated. Love you guys so much xx