Six People, Three Couples, One Story

Black and White (Part 2)

Sara's POV:

The wedding reception was on point! Lyndsey and Niall had a spectacular venue outside with amazing food and a phenomenal cake. I watched as Niall and Lyndsey boogied on the dance floor. Yes, I said boogied. The newlyweds looked so happy and Lyndsey was a bright star in her wedding gown. They stole the whole show as they should. I stood with Jiselle on the side of the dance floor, as I made every effort to avoid my husband. 

I saw Harry walking in my direction so I quickly dragged Liam onto the dance floor before he could reach me. I was doing my best to avoid him no matter the cause. I snuck a quick peek over at Harry, realizing I had left him with Jiselle.

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Jiselle's POV:

I stood on the side of the dance floor with Harry who was staring at Sara while she was out on the dance floor. I could only assume he was attempting to wait for her. But why the hell did he think standing by me was a good idea?

"Did you enjoy the wedding?" I asked. 

Harry looked over at me and replied, "Yeah, I'm very happy for Niall and Lyndsey."

"Good, me too!"

An awkward silence appeared between Harry and me. Deep down, I wanted to unload wrath on him but the other side of me was like I can't do that at Niall and Lyndsey's wedding. 

"Hey Harry," I began. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Camille Rowe. Really? You should know that Sara doesn't deserve that!" I snapped. "You have some balls to stand here with me. You know where my loyalty lies."

"It's not what you and Sara think. She won't let me explain what happened." Harry defended. "If she would just let me explain I can clear everything up."

"Harry, she is fucking hurt! You need to fix things with her! Because if you don't, you are gonna wish you didn't know me." I hinted. 

"How do you suppose I fix things? She won't answer my calls or reply to my texts!"

"Oh my God! If you think calling and texting are making an effort, you are sadly mistaken."

"What are you proposing I do?"

"You need to do whatever it takes to get her attention. Show at her work, deliver flowers every day, do something like that. You have to get her attention in various ways until she is ready to talk. But most importantly, you have to show her that you care and that you want to be with her." I advised. "Fix this marriage, Harry! Or you are gonna lose her forever."

I turned back to the dance floor to watch everyone dance. 

"You're right," Harry mumbled.

"Damn right!" I vocalized. "Oh and one more thing."

I turned to Harry and kicked him in the jugular, causing him to cover his boys and fall to the ground. I did it so sneakily that nobody noticed, that way it wouldn't mess up the wedding. I leaned down and whispered, "You had that coming."

I headed back over to my table when I was hit with a sick sensation. I placed my hand over my stomach. I wasn't feeling good. Do I have food poisoning? I immediately ran to the bathroom, only to throw up the contents of my stomach into the toilet. This is not how I envisioned this night going.