My lovely readers. I am very sorry because I accidentally deleted chapter one and I was freaking out a lot. I realized the only way to fix it is to rewrite it quickly. I am sorry if it is not as good, or not the exact same. Thank you!
ANGEL'S POV.
I gently sat my two and-a-half year old daughter, Darcy, in the shopping basket. I leant over and kissed her cheek. She stuck her small fingers in her mouth and giggled.
I wheeled her down the isles, handing her what we needed and her plopping it beside her. "I want to look at books!" She screeched. "Just a minute, Darcy, let me get the rest of our groceries." She pouted for a minute but quickly recovered.
I finally decided that Cheerios would be better for my little girl and sat them in the basket. "Okay, we're going to look at books now!" I smiled and she cheered.
Once we got to the books isle, I pulled her out if the basket so she could look around where she wanted. A book caught my eye and I picked it up to look at it while she looked at her section.
Suddenly I was hit in the arm with a paper magazine. "Mumma!" She cried. "Yes love?" I asked. She took the magazine and tried to hand it over to me.
I took the paperbacks and examined the cover. It had a photo of Harry styles on the cover with a blonde. The heading was "HAS HARRY FOUND ANOTHER NEW GIRL?" The word that caught my attention was another.
"Daddy?" Darcy asked. My eyes widened at her knowledge. "What?" I choked out. "Daddy on book!" She cried. I bit my lip. I honesty don't know how she remembers Harry. We ended it so long ago, I didn't even want to remember it.
I thought we were the perfect family, I bought we were going to get married, and I thought he loved me. I thought he loved me. The memory if that horrible day flashed through my head.
"Babe, I'm home!" I called, walking though the kitchen. Darcy was sitting happily in her play pen in the living room. I kissed her cheek and picked her up.
"Harry?" I called. Maybe he was upstairs napping. I walked up the staircase to our bedroom door. I pushed it opens me gasped at the horrible sight I never imagined.
Harry, asleep and naked in our bed with another girl. Both of them were cuddled together, and the sight made me sick to my stomach. My instincts were telling me to cry, but instead, I screamed so loud I had probably woke the whole neighborhood.
Harry bolted up from the bed and his slumber. "Babe! Are you alright?!" He asked frantically. Tears spilled from my eyes, making my vision blurry. He looked confused for a second but then he seemed to get it. He looked from me to the girl, back and fourth.
"Maybe I should go..." She said quietly, quickly grabbing her clothes and running out. "Ang, I can explain." He said. "Don't even!" I cried. "You-you bastard! How could you?! I thought you loved me! You're leaving for X-factor in one week and you cheated on me in my own bed? I hate you! Fuck you Harry, FUCK YOU!" I said, backing into the doorway.
"Angel don't do this. At least wait until Darc is gone." He pleaded, trying to pry her from my arms. I quickly turned away so he couldn't have her. "Don't you TOUCH my child! Get out!" I screamed, pointing to the door.
He was crying now, but he deserved it. He walked to the door and begged "Please, I'm sorry! I was drunk! I have a hangover Angel! Please!"
"Leave! Never speak to me again! You can get your things tomorrow from the dumpster outside but I DON'T want to see you!" I ordered.
He hung his head and pulled his pants over his this legs. He slowly walked out, looking back at me one last time. He walked out the door, leaving me to sob with Darcy.
