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*


2. Gay and Vodka


  Niall looks over at me with a smile, "Babe, I hate this dog."     I laugh and take a sip of my coffee, "You love him.     He gets up off the floor, picking Poncho up and putting me on my lap. He kisses my cheek quickly, which brings a wave of sadness on me, usually meaning he has to go. "I gotta go rehearse." he says. I was right.       I put on a fake smile and look down at Poncho, nibbling on my finger. "Okay. Love you."  He kisses my cheek again and heads out the door.     Life has been so amazing lately. The only problem is, he doesn't tell me he loves me anymore. Or notice my fake smiles. Or kiss my lips. It's been like 3 weeks since we last had sex. Don't know what's up his ass, but I'll get to the bottom of it... After the wedding.     I pet my dog for a while and begin to drift off to sleep. Right when I'm on the edge of slumberland, the doorbell rings, which gets Poncho crazy and he's barking like a mad-man.  I get up with a groan and answer the door, knowing it'd be the God damn press.     To my joy, it wasn't. Only Jamie.     I open the door for him and let him inside. "Hey sexy." I say to him witb a smile.     "Helllo." he says, longating the 'l's. He sits on the couch, petting the now crazed Poncho.     I sit next to him. "What are you doing here? Not spending the day with your so hot boyfriend?" I joke at him. Jamie has gotten a boyfriend, who I have not even met. Just seen pictures. It's apparently quite secret.     "No, not today. He had to work." Jamie says, playing with Poncho's ears. "Do you got a pint of vodka around? I really need a drink."      I get up and head to the kitchen. "Yeah, wanna mix it with anything? Vodka straight is nasty as fuck."      He shakes his head. "No. Straight."     I bring him the pint and set it in front of him. "Anything you need to talk about, Mr. Alcoholic?"     He turns to me, sipping on the bottle with a look on his face. Oh God.     "Rylee..." he looks down and I look at him.     "Jamie...?"     He looks back up at me.     "I think I'm straight." he confesses and it's as if my jaw literally dropped to the floor.     "Straight as in you like the vagina?!" I practically scream.      He nods slowly. "I think..."     "NO!" I yell and get up. I start pacing around the room. "When did you find out?"     "When I met my girlfriend." Jamie says, looking down.     "GIRLFRIEND?! YOU MEAN...THE...WHAT?!" I say, trying to connect everything together.     He stands up and looks at me. "Rylee. Erin isn't a boy... It's a girl..." Jamie says, looking sad.     "Well. This is just so fine and dandy isn't it? Who the hell is going to look as posh as you in that man-dress for the maid-of-honor at my wedding?!" I say, looking around the room, trying not to look at Jamie. I can't even think right now.     "I don't know... I'm sorry, Ry. You are the first to know. Other than, well, Erin of course." Jamie says, sitting back down on the couch and pulling my hand down next to him.      "What does she really look like?" I ask, hoping she looks somewhat manly. Maybe this is just a phase.     He pulls his phone out and shows me the wallpaper on his phone. It's a girl. She looks about 5'5". Dark brown hair, in a shoulder length cut, straightened, with no makeup on. Damn it. She's fucking gorgeous.     I look at Jamie and try in my best American Accent. "You did good, James."     "No... Keep calling me Jamie." he says with a laugh.     I laugh with him and pull him into a hug. "You're still my best friend."     "I thought so." he said and smiled.      "Don't lie to me again about your sexuality. Deal?" I say, pulling away from him.     "Don't lie about yours either," Jamie says and smiles. "Because we all know you like the pussy."     "Yes, that's why I'm engaged to Niall Horan." I laugh and hit his shoulder.     We decide on watching a movie, not entirely sure what it is, but it's a bit interesting.  Actually, it's dead boring. I fell asleep within 5 minutes of the damn thing, and I guess while I was asleep, Jamie left.     I wake up to the sound of the front door opening and closing. I open my eyes and look and see Niall standing there.     "Sorry baby, did I wake you?" he asks.     "Uhh...yeah... But I need to wake up anyway. What time is it?" I ask, looking for my phone.     "2 am..." Niall says with hesitation.     "2 am? Why are you just now getting home?" I ask Niall, finally finding my phone and seeing I had 3 new messages and 1 missed call. None from Niall.     "The boys and I hit the pub on our way home from the studio and I guess we lost track of time. I'm going to bed." He kicks off his shoes and begins walking on upstairs.     I follow behind him, really not having the energy to fight with him. He gets on his side of the bed and I get on mine. The same routine that has been going on for 2 months, since that's how long it's been since the house got done.     Is he getting cold feet?
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