Not Everything's Perfect When You're Married To Niall J Horan *sequel*

Some random cool title that means Chapter Six

I start slowing down as I begin slowly running out of breath. At this point in time, I'm glad my mother forced me into Cross Country when I was 15. Otherwise, I wouldn't of been able to get out of that situation as fast as I did. Sitting down, I wait for Amber to catch up. I knew she was running after me, as I had heard her hurdling steps coming towards me as I had left Starbucks. 

"Andrea Fucking Horan don't you dare run away from me again. I was ran over 25 friggin blocks after you. You may have been in cross flipping country but I wasn't!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air and plonking herself beside me on the wooden bench I'd sat on.

"I'm sorry. I just can't believe..." I mumbled, trailing off. I laid my face in my hands as I began to softly cry. I can't believe that in the note he'd said he loved me, then gone off and sucked some blond bitches face off. "I know. I know. Let's go home okay?" Amber said, gently rubbing my arm. "Okay" I mumbled. 

We stood up and signaled a taxi over. Amber tells the man our address, and he begins driving as I space out, just looking out the window. 

Niall was not only my husband, but he was also my best friend... I told him anything and everything, even if it wasn't important. Because I loved him... And I thought he loved me. 

Soon enough, Amber was nudging my side, bringing me back to this universe. She handed the driver a twenty and we glided out of the bright yellow vehicle. 

The second we walk into the house, all I can hear is a deep, croaky sobbing. Confused, I walk into the den to see the boys all surrounding Louis as he cried into his hands, in the same position that I was in just a few minutes ago. "Lou? What's going on?" I asked, rushing in front of the poor lad.

Louis never cried. Ever. The only time I had actually seen Louis cry was last year when his grandfather had passed away due to heart failure.

"Eleanor broke up with him. She'd met another lad last spring, and had been cheating on Louis ever since" Harry said, standing up using his crutches, and made his way to the loo, which cleared a spot for me to sit next to Louis.

"I don't know what I did wrong! I thought she loved me, I know I loved her. I gave her my everything." Louis exclaimed, shaking his head. 

"I know you did Lou. And she is a dick for not seeing how much she has just lost. She doesn't deserve someone like you. Louis, you deserve so much better. If she is bitchy enough to cheat, she is even lower than I had originally thought."

Honestly, I didn't feel too bad saying these things... Eleanor and I never really liked each other very much. I mean sure, we pretended we were best friends, as we didn't want to be in every tabloid out there, but alone, we would've killed one another. Now, knowing she hurt one of my best friends, I wish I wouldda slapped that hoe when I had a chance. 

"Thanks Andy. It's weird but you made me feel better. Who knew you were so good at this" Louis said, chuckling a little. I pull him into a tight hug. "I always am going to be here to make my best friends feel better" I said, smiling a little.

"KNOCK KNOCK BITCHES!" A all too familiar voice screams through the house. "What the fu-" I begin saying, when suddenly someone bursts through the door to the den, suitcases trailing behind them. "Catlyn?!!" I scream, seeing the face of what I thought was going to be a intruder.

"Andy!" She yelled back, running to be, her arms open for a hug. Soon, her small body is holding me tightly. "I missed you soo damn much!" She murmured into my neck. 

"What are you doing here" I asked her, my eyes wide. "Hold on, that came out wrong" I said, as Catlyn began chuckling a little bit. I pulled her back and looked at her, she still looks like the same girl I left back in Beverly Hill 4 years ago.