Amber's POV:
As the newly wed couple remained on the beach to take some photos, the rest of us headed off to the ballroom of the hotel. Miracle kept a tight grip on my hand and, suprisingly, Niall's too. She never took a liking to Niall that much; I guess she was the definition of Daddy's little girl.
I glanced back at the shore, down by the roaring ocean where my daughter was running around with Bradley. Isabella kept a close eye on the both of them so I could relax and try to enjoy the rest of this wedding. Everyone else and their fiancees were all perky, while I looked around the room nervously, trying to avoid my husband.
Avoiding him wasn't all that hard because it seemed like he was avoiding me, as well. He attatched himself to Louis' parents, steering clear of our table with the rest of the lads. "Why haven't you talked to him about it yet?" Harry questioned me from across the round table. "You can't ignore the subject; it happened."
The girls had all stolen Miracle from me and went off to find Lilli and Bradley to dance with them. I was left alone with Harry, Niall, Zayn, and Josh who were all interogatting me about my love life. "I know that it happened, but I want to forget about it, okay?" I pushed my bangs behind my ear and let my eyes search the room.
"You can't hide from it forever though, Amber." Zayn, who was sitting to my left, patted my back in a soothing matter. The boys were a good support team and that's why I loved them. Niall and Josh sat at the other end of the table and whispered to each other; what was so secret?
I didn't dance much, and when I did, it was just the silly ones with Lilli and Miracle. Besides that, my night was spent at the table talking to the guys and eating. I wasn't in the mood for happy things and celebrating; it was just one of those days, you know?
Everyone had left the table as a beautiful, slow song rang through the air. The band sang a song I was unfamiliar with, so I pondered the lyrics while I sat alone. Just as they sang of a beautiful lover, Danielle floated in front of me without noticing my presence.
She wore a dark blue dress the sintched at her tiny waist with the help of a thin, gold belt. The hem hung low and flowed behind her, giving her the perfection factor yet again. Her natural curls bounced as she strut through the ballroom; her golden heels moving swiftly over to Eleanor.
I watched her every move and studied her. I could understand why Liam would sleep around with her instead of staying with me; I would've done the same thing. I'm not as pretty as she is and she is everything I've ever dreamed of being and Liam knows that. She could probably give him more than I could too; I was so boring and unfun now. Before Miracle was born I was alright, but I'm sure she did it better. She could do anything better.
"Can we talk?" I familiar, husky voice interupted my train of thought. When I looked up into Liam's brown eyes, my heart melted. It was the first time I've seen him since I found out and I just felt sick to my stomach. He extended his arm out to me, wanting an answer.
"Sure," I replied, unable to be rude or hurt him in any way. I wrapped my arm around his biscept and held on for dear life as we walked to the dance floor. Not many people asked me where he was, but they people who did were now staring us down just waiting to see our fault.
He put his hands on my hips and placed his lips in the crook of my neck. My one arm circled around his neck and gripped his shoulder while the other gripped his arm, wrinkling his top. My chin rested on his shoulder in a tense, awkward sort of way. I saw Lilli and Bradley slow dancing across the way and chuckled under my breath.
"So we need to talk." Liam's words spilled down my skin, sending shivers down my spine. A sour expression played on my face; I didn't want to talk about it. I wanted to run because that's what cowards do.
"Liam, this isn't the time or place." I whispered back to him, but he ignored me.
"I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry." My grip became tighter and I felt my throat start to close up, unable to let words out. "But if you were going to sleep with Niall, obviously, neither one of us are happy here."
"I know," was all I could manage without letting my emotions run wild. I could've cried and screamed and threw a fit, but I didn't. "Then what are we going to do?" There was a long pause, a sigh, and then an answer.
"There is only one logical, adult thing that we can do," I was dreading the words that were coming out of his mouth. My worlds started to crumbed again right before my eyes which were now becoming wet with tears. "And that is get a divorce." His words were forcfully kind, but ice cold underneith.
"Okay," I gave him a quick squeeze and pushed him away. "I'm not sure how this works, but I'll figure it out and call you, okay?" I felt the tears starting to fall, but I didn't want him to see me cry so I started to walk away. He tried to talk to me as I moved, but didn't follow.
I searched for my children and realized I didn't want them to see me like this. Miracle was with Isabella; I didn't really want to talk to anyone about it so I put on a happy face and stole back my daughter from her. Lilli was still with Bradley so I found Nicole and talked to her.
"I hate to ask, but do you mind if Lilli stays with yous for the night? It looks like her and Bradley are getting close, huh?" I readjusted Miracle and rested her little body on my hip.
"Sure thing, but is everything okay? You seem kind of tense." Nicole reached her hand out to graze my arm while Josh stood behind her, giving me an understanding look. He'd probably tell her everything tonight, which was fine, but it was odd to think about.
"Yeah, I'm alright.I just have a lot on my mind." I quickly escaped that conversation before it got to in depth. I buckled Miracle in her car seat and sped off back to our temporary home. Miracle became fussy and started to cry. "What's wrong, Mommy? I know you're tired; we'll be home soon." I reached my right hand back to pinch her toes.
"Dada," She cried. "Dada! Dada! Dada!" I couldn't take it anymore. I gripped the steering wheel tight at ten and two and began to groan.
"Enough!" I wasn't yelling at her, but honestly, I don't know who I was yelling at. Maybe at myself? Or maybe it was just a way to let my feelings out. "What is it with you girls and your attatchments to your fathers?" She continued to cry and after awhile, I resumed quietly shushing her.
After about a half hour of driving, she tired herself out and fell asleep, leaving me some quiet time. The roads were deserted and I was completely and utterly alone now. The haze was settling in and giving the day a more dismale mood to it. We stopped at a red light and awaited the green on the empty street.
I let the tears start falling again and completely ruined my make-up. With soft mumbles and softer sobs, I must've sat at that light for a good ten minutes, letting the reds turn to greens which turned to yellow and then back to red. I cleaned myself up and waited for the red when I saw a car pull up behind me and beep it's horn. I got kind of ticked off when it happened, but once I realized who it was, I instantly felt at ease. Niall was following us home and for once in a long time, I felt secure.
