Anything For You *Completed*

Chapter XXXI - Again.......

(A/N- Kind of a shorter chapter...But I'm still happy with it.  Only five chapters remaining :(  Hope you all enjoy!!)

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He left me again.  I woke up alone, again.  I guess that is what I get for cheating.  But I don’t regret what we did because I do love him.  I meant it when I said it to him last night.  I wanna believe that he meant it too, but why is he gone.

I have resolved to not calling or texting him.  Whatever his reasoning is for leaving is no concern of mine.  I don’t regret what we did.  I wanted to feel that passion again; passion that I have never felt with anyone else.  I wanted to know that pleasure again; pleasure that only he can provide.

I busy myself with work for the rest of Sunday and keep myself busy on Monday.  By Tuesday morning I am back on the plane, leaving Tokyo behind and going home to my daughter.

Even though I am dead tired and have jet lag like no other, I make myself stay awake so I can spend time with Ava.  She is the only one in my mind right now.  Not Harry and not Rachel.  We spend all day Tuesday just Ava and I and fall asleep that night snuggled up to each other.

Rachel said that she wanted to cook Ava and I dinner tonight and I certainly didn’t say no.  Ava and I are in the playroom and she is teaching me some simple songs on the piano and Rachel is cooking our meal.  We have a lovely family dinner with laughter and conversation.  But I know tonight after Ava goes to bed, I am going to tell Rachel that Harry and I slept together.  Even though I don’t regret it, I will not lie.  I will not make her feel like she made me feel all those years ago.  Hearing the truth up front is better than finding out about a lie later on.

Ava was peacefully sleeping in her room and Rachel and I were lying in my bed watching TV; her head resting on my chest and my hand stroking her hair.

“Rachel” I say sitting up against the head board and in the process making her have to sit up as well.

“What is it, babe.” She asks with her attention still on the TV.

“Well, I have something to tel-“

I am interrupted by a sudden startled intake of breath from her as she frantically searches the bed for something.  I am looking at her strangely not knowing what has her so frantic.

That’s right, you just watched the video of Rachel Laughlin, girlfriend of Niall Horan, dancing on top of a bar, clearly having a good time. 

I realize she is trying to locate the remote to turn off the TV but unbeknownst to her, I have had the remote on my bedside table the whole time.

This video was taken at Nightingale’s Bar in downtown London on Saturday night.  Sources say she was drinking heavily and was dancing with different guys until three am.

I had heard enough.  I turned the TV off, sighed, rolled my eyes, shook my head, lay back down and chalked it up to her partying ways.  Her expression was now one of relief.  Then it dawned on me.  Did they just say Saturday night?  I was in Tokyo on Saturday night.  If she was out…………..

“Who the hell had Ava?” I said and sat up quickly.

“Niall, she is fine.  I just wanted to go out.  All of my friends were going out.  I was home by four.  She was fine.”

“Rachel who the hell watched her while you were out getting drunk?” I demanded.

“Niall” she began and I cut her off with my fists hitting the mattress.

“WHO?”

“I left two hours after she went to bed.  She is a heavy sleeper and was still sound asleep when I got back.  Everything was fine.”