Amber's POV:
Liam and I got up bright and early to head back home to London. I had already showered the night before so I got dressed while Liam occupied the bathroom conected to the bedroom. I tip-toed into a bathroom in another guestroom; I still didn't know my way around and was afriad to go around the house myself.
I dressed comfortably for the long day of travel. A light washed pair of jean shorts hung loosely around my waist and legs. I hadn't decided what top I was going to wear, so I just wandered around in my bra. I french braided my hair back into a ponytail and slipped my glasses on. I stuffed my studded, black bookbag full of things I might need during the day.
"Well don't you look cute today?" I turned around in a quick motion to see Liam leaning on the frame of the bathroom door. He stared at me from afar in just a bath towel. I bit my lip before rubbing my hand over my bump and posing for him.
"Oh, I know I look cute today." He playfully rolled his eyes at me before coming to embrace me in his arms; his skin still hot and moist from the shower. All at once, I felt all of my guilt wash over me and I felt my actions burn on my tongue. "I love you, Liam." It was the closest thing to 'I'm sorry' that I would allow myself to say.
"I love you too, Babe." I heard him mutter into my hair in a tone I didn't recall. I just blew it off and ran back to the bedroom to grab a shirt. I rumaged through my clean night shirts and found only one thing; are you serious? The green tee shirt laid heavy in my hands before I slipped it on.
"Okay Honey, I'm ready to go." I laced up my sneakers and waited for Liam at the front door. He started to decend down the spiral staircase with our lugagge in both his hands. I saw his eyes meet the words on my shirt and his spirits drop a little. "Sorry, it's all I had left."
"No, it's fine. I don't mind. He is only your friend, Babe." Yes, but he was also my ex lover, father of my daughter, and current obsession. I knew me wearing his 'Property of Ireland' tee shirt bothered Liam; it bothered me too. His cologne lingered in the fabric and drove me insane.
This whole situation made me want to bash my head against a wall. I hated how I loved Liam, but craved Niall more than anything on this Earth. My life was slowly turning into a horrible movie and I had no idea how it was going to end up.
The drive home grew less awkward and our normal husband-wife-attitudes were returning. We joked around and talked about the baby and music. I got real uncomfortable halfway through the trip and decided to stretch out in the back seat. "Have you heard from Niall today?"
"No, he hasn't answered any of my texts." I started to worry about him and Lilli. "I'll call him once we get closer to home, I guess." I just hoped they were okay and safe. Being a mother came wtih the worst cas
It was late afternoon when we were just outside of London. I decided to call Niall and leave him a voice message if he didn't answer. It rang five times before his thick Irish accent broke the sound, "Hey, it's Niall. Leave a message!" I made a face at Liam through the mirror while he just laughed and rolled his eyes at me.
"Hey Niall, it'd be nice if you'd answer me today." I said with a harsh tone. "Well Liam and I are just outside of London and we should be home soon. See you soon." I hung up without telling him I loved him like I usually did; it seemed highly inappropriate.
About finve minutes later, Liam's phone vibrated in the cup holder. He asked me to get in and when I opened the message it was from Niall. 'Go to the park. See you there. -Niall & Lilli xx' That son of a gun was up to something and I knew it. I gave Liam Niall's instructions and he followed them happily. Was I the only one who was pissed off about this?
