It all makes sense now; the pink tie, the blush, the look and Savannah’s constant sadness of not being touched by his husband. That… that motherfucker is messing with Savannah! Why would he do that? Is there a reason behind it? Did he lie to her all this time? My breathing is irregular just to think how Savannah would react when she finds out. And I won’t be the one to tell her, if I’ll tell her she won’t believe me. She has to find out by herself.
“Where are you going, mate?” Harry asks me, he’s following behind.
I’m about to answer when a casino employee stands before me. A long legged woman knits her eyebrows and narrows her eyes at me.
“Do you have an I.D?”
“No, but…”
“To be here you have to be older than eighteen, you look like a sixteen year old. If you don’t have an I.D, I’m afraid to ask you to leave.”
Harry snorts by the time she tells me I look like sixteen. I let out the loudest groan. I hate being reminded that. I think is enough to not be in one of the hottest male lists of the year.
“I’m twenty, I swear. I really need you to let me stay here for awhile.”
“He’s with me, don’t worry.” Harry throws an arm around my shoulders, rubbing his fist on the top of my head. I pushed him off.
“Do you have an I.D?”
“No baby, I break the rules,” He walks towards her, raising her chin to his face and she blushes. How the hell did Harry do that? Make a girl blush that easy? The Harry charms always work. “How about you let me stay here and you give me your number?”
“Sure, but just tell your friend to go, okay?” She flirts back.
Harry looks at me, “Sorry mate, you gotta go.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I mutter. He shrugs and mouths she has big boobies!
Both leave my sight and I won’t exit until I have a word with this Daniel guy. I search for them and they’re nowhere to be found. I lost them. I go look for Nick just in case they are with him. They’re not.
*
“Wade passes the ball to Lebron James and he dunks, the game is going overtime!” I pace back and forth, and pull my hair trying to calm myself down. She’s with him, and this is not jealousy, this is angriness.
I grab the remote and turn the telly off, then throwing the remote to the wall, breaking it. Shit, I have to pay for that later. I sigh and pick the batteries that were inside.
What the hell did I get myself into?
He knew I was there. He took her away; I wonder what he would be capable of. I wonder if he knows already that she’s been with me all this time.
*
Savannah’s POV
“Savannah?” The voice is not Niall’s. It’s not Irish but American. It made me froze by a second and I slowly turn around to see Daniel. He looks panicked like the way I am.
“What…” I squeak, “What are you doing here?”
“Hanging out… What are you doing here?”
I don’t know how to answer that, but the coat Niall borrowed from him says it all. He looks at it.
“You’ve been all this night with him?”
“H-He’s my friend,” I swallow, “I thought you were at home by now. You always tell me you work late at night. Why didn’t you call me?”
“I’m sorry, I just arrived from work and I’m with some… people from my work.” He looks away, “I’m not like you you’ve been out with this Niall guy all night. You said he was just your daddy’s friend’s son.”
I bit my bottom lip.
“You don’t love me?” He asks and my chest tightens.
“I do, I love you.” I feel like I’m lying. I’m so confused; I don’t know what I feel for Daniel anymore. My eyes searches for Niall and I can’t find him. Is he still in the restroom? Did he regret holding my hand in an affectionate way? Did he vomit because my hand was sweating in an animalistic way?
“I’m taking you home.” He leans and kisses my nose.
“I have to tell Niall…”
“You don’t need to tell him anything,” He pulls me out.
*
We’re at home. I grab my phone and charge it so I can text Niall later. Daniel went to shower while I’m sat on my underwear and bra waiting for him to get out. I close my eyes and I only see Niall. My mind plays back the first time I met him. It seems for me like it was so long ago but it was just days ago. I sigh dreamingly at our first make out, our legs touching under the table, that day in the boat, our heated kiss in the dressing room, his hand holding mine and him singing to me. Daniel, never ever had made me feel so tingly.
Niall… Niall might not be the average guy, the type of guy for girls. He’s different, he’s not like those stuck up guys who think they’re so hot they make a girl cry for them. Niall is that kind of guy that tries his best to make a girl smile, he might haven’t made a girl melt for him – except his fans, I guess – but in a serious and loving way he might not. But he makes me smile, makes me feel the things I haven’t felt before… I don’t want him to leave me. I’m so attached to him… is he feeling the same way?
“I’m back,”
Then there’s Daniel. He’s the love of my life… um wait, scratch that, I thought he was the love of my life… I feel so guilty. I cheated on him. He doesn’t deserve this.
He loves me.
“Baby, are you going to shower?” He looks at my body but he doesn’t show if he likes what he sees.
“Yeah,” I stand up and go to the bathroom.
After I showered, I walked out with my towel to the bedroom and change, noticing my phone is on the bed. When did I put it there? I hear Daniel talking on the phone. I follow his voice.
“Yes, duh,” I hear him laugh silently, “She’s disgusting I don’t know how I’m doing it.”
“Who’s disgusting?” I curiously ask skipping towards him. He drops his phone, startled and picks it up and hangs up.
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