Picking Up The Pieces *Sequel to NHRFG*

Part 4- She's Baaaa-ckkkk!

HARRY'S POV

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"Hey Lou! Taylah what's up?"

"Liam, Farrah how are you?"

"Zayn man! And Perrie you look as stunning as... Me! Haha just kidding, come on in!" Was the kind of things I said as my guests entered the door. I checked the list. Ok Ed, Taylah, Louis, Farrah, Liam, Perrie, Zayn, all their kids... Check. The only ones missing are Niall and Em with their kids, Liam and Callie. Niall was usually on time for everything. Something was up. Something was different.

"Love!" I called to Nya and she came over carrying little Emma in her arms. "Yeah?" "I'll help you." Nya smiled a weak smile and handed over Emma. She looked stressed, tired and weak. Now there she was spinning to and fro' in the kitchen. We were alone. "Hey." I touched her shoulder lightly,"Slow down. We've got time."

"I can't slow down!" I was taken aback by the force of her words. I could tell she probably didn't mean it to come out that way but it ticked me off.

"Calm down!" I yelled. "I FRICKEN CAN'T! We have guests or have you just noticed?" Nya turned to face me, arms crossed over her chest. "Anyway, I don't see you really helping."

I shut my eyes keeping the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index finger. "Are we really going to fight right now?" "Maybe." She said firmly, pursing her lips. "Emma go to the living room okay? Mommy and Daddy need to talk about something okay? We'll see you soon honey." "Ok Daddy!" She smiled and I kissed her forehead watching her skip off. Then I turned to look at Nya.

Our marriage was falling apart, we both seemed to sense that. Whenever someone was around we acted like the most perfect couple but when everyone left, the house was a war zone. "You know what I'm not even gonna stick around for this." "What? Are you going to go get drunk and get another stupid arm tattoo? Cause these days that's what it's all about right?" She said it so devilishly, so evilly, but I wouldn't admit she was right, no way.

Before I could stop myself I turned to her, hair whipping. "Listen. It's not your business what I put on myself or what I do to myself. You stick to your perfect, little plan to make sure our kids are okay but I'm just putting out there that I don't want to be part of it okay? I'm sick of this: fighting, crying, everything! So I think we should get some divorce papers and get this over with!"

Nya just stared at me with her mouth open, tears brimming in her eyes. "If you really want it that way..." She didn't even finish, she just ran.

No Nya. No.

NYA'S POV

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I didn't know he truly felt that way. But what he just said justified it all, we shouldn't be together. I loved him, but I could never tell him that. How could I fit in an I love you, when we were always screaming like mad at each other? I cried running to our bedroom and locking the door. I locked the balcony door and bathroom door for good measure. "Open the damn door Nya!" I just stood in the farthest corner of the room and then curled up into a ball on the floor. Crying. "Open the damn door!" I didn't answer. Shit I forgot he had a key to the bedroom too! I dashed out into the room next to us which was the bathroom. Both keys were in there and I lock the one closest to me and then dashing for the next one. I saw the handle move and I realized it was too late, he was coming in.

I unlocked the door I was closest to and took the key, sprinting. I shut the door putting in the key when it swung open with a WHOOSH! I took fast steps back, but the rest of my body was frozen. "No." I said breathlessly. There was Harry, looking evil and menacing as he chased me around the room. "Nya!" He roared but I just kept running around faster and faster. I couldn't go to either door, no doubt he would make it there with me. So I ran and ran and ran. Suddenly, something happened way to fast. I landed on something and tripped turning my back so my head wouldn't hit the wooden board of our bed. Harry loomed above me, backing me into it, smiling in the worst way. There was only one way out, I had to try. I jumped up fast landing on the plush bed. I crawled across as fast as I could in the three steps it took.