One in a
Million
*Chapter
One Hundred &
Twenty-Two; Part
One*
Amber's
POV:
Niall left my flat
early that morning
after waking up next to
me. He left a
sweet, tender kiss on
my lips. They barely
grazed, but drove me
wild. The rest of the
morning, I wandered
around in my pajamas
trying to understand
what just happened. At
around noon I decided
to text Isabella to see
how Lilli was
doing.
'Hey!
She's good. The
girls are having fun.
Pick her up around 3?
-Isabella xx' I
told her that sounded
fine, and decided to
get ready. Since I was
bored, I decided to rod
my hair lightly,
letting my short curls
lay nicely against my
back. I threw on some
yoga capri pants and a
grey tee shirt that
hugged my baby bump
appropriatley.
The guys
left their stuff here
all the time and I wore
them all the time. I
picked up on of
Harry's
black beanies and
threw it on my head. A
pair of heart shaped
earrings sat in a dish
on my vanitey and I
stuck them on. I stared
down at my wedding ring
sitting in that same
dish and hated myself.
I wasn't fit to
wear that ring anymore.
I didn't deserve
it. I picked it up and
slid it on my finger
anyway.
By the
time I was done it was
one thirty. With an
hour and a half to
spare, I popped The
Lucky One into my DVD
player and cuddled up
in my warm sheets where
Niall had slept last
night; they still
smelled like him. Once
the movie was over, I
took it out and grabbed
my fringe purse from my
kitchen counter. I
pondered on what shoes
to wear, and decided on
my grey TOMS. I grabbed
my car keys and was off
to Isabella's.
The ride
felt longer now that I
was alone, but at the
same time, it flew by.
I came to the door and
brought myself to
knock, shame hanging
heavy on my face.
Isabella answered in
seconds and let me
inside. She was such a
beautiful friend of
mine; inside and
out.
"You
have some things to
explain to me,
Deary." She said
as she pulled me to the
kitchen table; a black
kettle sat ontop of the
stove and I assumed she
was making us some tea.
I rested my face in the
palms of my hands and
watched her scurry
about the kitchen. I
heard Lilli and Mickey
playing with Barbies in
the next room over; oh,
how I wish my life was
that simple again.
