Make you mine |Randy|

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Salut my pretty lads, hope you doing alright and well. Comment and vote S'il vous plaît❤️

Today's chapter is a birthday gift to one of my friend (Kyle) happy birthday!

I am taking time off everywhere, but not off this book.

To my pretty readers: it doesn't matter if you had a few fake friends, what matters is, you were your real self with them whilst they were fake. Who is losing the other now?

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Rye's POV*

I was laying on the sofa in the living room, Andy's duvet is laying on top of me. I was so sick that they had to force me to stay on the sofa, so they could check on me. I had been awake for two hours now, I haven't seen anyone, I had called them several times no one answered.

I buried my self under the duvet, including my head, which is thumping. I hate being sick, I cough a lot which makes my throat burns and itch. I sneeze until my nose is a few sneezes away from falling down, and I always have a high fever. Let's not talk about the headache, ugh it is a nightmare. Today I am supposed to call Andy, but no one is here to bring my phone. I huffed from under the cover, before coughing.

"Rye?" A soft voice called. Wait no wait, I may be sick, but that's Andy's voice. I know it by heart.

I peeked my head through the duvet, feeling really scared. What if it is a ghost? .

Well fuck me sideways, this ghost looks really hot.

"Andy?" I called, my throat is getting more dry.

"Hey, you sick?" he reached me and creased my hot cheek. Am I dreaming?

"Guys! Guys he is alive come fast before he goes!" I shouted. Andy looked down. Ugh why did I shout my head hurts even more.

"Yeah, we know" Jack said, his nose was red so was his swollen lips. Has he been crying? Does he have a headache too?

"What?" I supported my weight on my elbow so I can get up.

"Take your time with him, Rye. We'll be upstairs" Brook said, before taking Jack who looked really angry upstairs. Also, Brook was crying too, they are all sick.

"I do not know if it is because of the fever, or you are actually here, but I don't care, come here" I dragged him to my arms, breathing his scent. And here I am snuggling further into him, and my eyes are letting its own rain.

He sniffled before hugging me back. I tightened my grip around him, thumping my fest against his back gently "I missed you, oh my God. I know I am dreaming, but it is a good dream" I said. It is the only explanation.

He pulled away, wiping his tears "No, rye. I am here. I did a bad thing to you".

I blocked everything he said, I admired his face, his blue eyes, his pouty lips, how his jawline has become stronger, he has a few facial hairs. I had to prevent myself from kissing him.

"Rye? You heard me?" Andy asked. I did listen to him, but I don't care what he has done. I do not care even if he had killed someone, at least he is in front of me, it is a good dream.

"Andy? I do not care. You are here that is what matters" I said before pulling him in a hug. I actually pulled him down, so I am cuddling him right now. I put the duvet over him, I know he might get sick because of me, but I miss him. Ghosts don't get sick, silly me.

He sighed "Robbie, Charlotte, Fizzy and mum knew" he said snuggling into me more.

I played with his hair inhaling my favourite perfume, he still wears it, I smiled "I don't care". How is it a dream? I am feeling everything.