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Next day was Sunday and I started to like walking in the mornings to get my mind to myself. To think of life itself. I had to get out of my house before my mom a woke from her slumber. I have to apologize to her because that wasn't cool of me to tell her that. I feel ashamed of what I said yesterday to her? Today I woke up to me hugging the pillow Ryan sleeps on when he stays over. I heard heavy footsteps behind me but I ignored it to the music blasted in my ear anyways.

"Hey Riley, " I heard a familiar accent say behind me. I knew only someone I knew had that accent and it was Harry. He walked next to me and I was actually shaking in fear and he noticed my fear. "I'm not going to hurt you. I was drunk that day Riley and I'm sorry of that day. I really like you," he said to me. "Okay?" Was all I said back to him.

Harry and me talked while we walked around the park like 30 times. He was so sweet and not at all a bad guy. His ego just gets the best of him he confessed to me. He told me he's British and he told me his rough childhood. That is so horrible, he opened up to me something Ryan doesn't do often. He said he gets nightmares of his past. He has a low self esteem which I could hardly believe it since ever girl thinks he is hot and likes him. We still kept talking like if we were long time friends catching up to each other. Night came around and we didn't even notice because we talked for hours. We didn't even notice it was dark already.  "Hahahaha, " we both laughed at a joke he said.

"Hey it's dark already, " he said looking up. "I guess it is how long have we walked and talked," I asked him. "4hours exactly. But I liked it well spending time with you," he said. "Me as well Harry," I said. "Can I walk you home, love?" "Sure Harry you can walk me home," I said to him. He walked me home and hugged me goodnight.  I got in my house to an angry Ryan in my kitchen.

"Where were you? Who were you with? Why so late home?" He questioned me so fast. But all I was thinking was how the hell he entered. "What the hell? How did you get in here? I was with Harry at the park just talking. Plus you don't own me to question my actions. And you're not my husband yet," I told him. He pulled me to him and his strength hurt me. "Don't ever go out with him. I don't care if you guys are hanging out as friends. I forbid you okay," he said forcing me to look up at him in his eyes. "You're hurting me Ryan. Calm down please and okay," I said to calm him down and to not hurt me any  more. Something was or had happened between the two of them. But I never asked Ryan  about that day or the past between them. I wasn't going to listen to him anyway. He can't forbid me to not doing something at all. I wasn't going to follow his rules at all because I can hang out with who ever, when ever, and where ever I want to? Even Harry that have grown find of so far.

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