Existance is Irrelevant {Stuck Between 2 Daddys Sequel}

Rylee here, soon to be Rylee Horan. I just got done with a pregnancy scare, a broken leg, and a fight with my stepmum. All in around 6 months. Cute, huh? Yeah, no. I'm not cute. I'm a bitch. Straight up. But I love my fiance to death, Niall Horan. Yes yes, One Direction's Niall Horan. Quit your fangirling, pick up your ovaries, and get to reading. I'm sure you wouldn't have the slightest idea what goes on until you've read what REALLY goes on.
*Don't read if you haven't read the original Stuck Between Two Daddys*


7. Drugs & Suitcases


  I looked at the pictures and couldn't believe my eyes. It was Niall, smoking pot. It looked like he had some chewing tobacco in his pocket, too. Oh my God... Niall... Why?     I immediately called Niall.     On the 3rd ring, "Hello?" he asked, so innocently.     "Niall James. Get your ass home now. I don't give a fuck if you are in the middle of recording. Do it. Now." and I hung up. That was all I said, and all I needed for him to come through the front door 15 minutes later. I heard his familar steps walking up the stairs and I got myself ready for what was to come.     He walked in the bedroom door, hesitant and Poncho just looked at him. Oh, even the dog knows he's got it coming for him. "Hey baby..." he said walking over to the bed.     "Sit."     And he sat like an obediant dog.     "What's up?"     I looked into his eyes and saw that they were blood shot. God. He doesn't have the slightest idea what he got himself into.     "Empty your pockets." I said, looking into his blood-shot eyes.     "What?" he looked at me confused. Ha.     "Do it."      He stood up quickly and emptyed his front pants pockets.     "Back ones."     He hesitantly pulled out a wad of money and a chewing tobacco can.     "Jacket." I said, looking at the money and can.     He pulled out a bag of white, little paper roll-ups. Pot. I knew it.     I just looked up at him, pulled my phone out and showed him the pictures the mysterious, yet helpful person sent me. He grabbed my phone to get a closer look at the pictures.     "Why the fuck do you need a closer look, Niall? For God sakes, you were there in case you didn't figure that out. Oh wait, you were too fucking high up your ass to remember, just like tomorrow you won't even remember this fucking conversation." I snatched my phone back from him and looked at him.     "Rylee." was all he had to say.     "No. Just no. Don't even try to give ME of all people the 'peer pressure' shit. I WAS THE FUCKING PEER PRESSURER 4 YEARS AGO!" I yelled out at him. "Get this shit out of my house before I call the police on you. For bringing this horrible substance into my home! You know what, while you're taking the weed and dip out, why don't you take yourself out with you?" I got up, grabbed a suitcase and shoved it up to him. "Bye." I said, with a little too much snark.     Speechless, he went into the closet, filled up most of his suitcase and left. He left his tobacco and weed. With his engagement ring on top.      I looked at the weed, grabbed a roll-up, and lit it up for the first time in 3 years.
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