Through The Dark

It's the sequel to My Bully. If you have not read My Bully, please do so before you begin this one!!! Thanks :)

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23. Late Night Calls

“Is the cake here? Whoa, now, no running. Easy with that!” I say all at once as I rushed into the kitchen to find little kids running around and Ashley about to make a huge mess with a glass bowl.

“Yes, it just arrived actually. Get the kids ready and everything will be set.” My mum answered, smiling at me. I smiled back and rushed off to locate my babies. I scooped one up and the lifted the other also, cooing as I took them outside.

The cake was indeed there and ready to be eaten. Little monkeys were on one half and penguins on the other, making both twins smile as I placed a big 1 at the top of the cake. They smiled and clapped as we sung happy birthday, ending with a laughing fit as Darcy grabbed a handful of icing and smearing it all over poor little Dylan’s face. He started to pout until he licked his lips, finding that the mess sweet and tasty.

I took endless amounts of pictures of both babies, well toddlers now. My twins are a whole one year old! Ah, it’s just so exciting! They are growing up so fast! I helped pass out the cake, aiding the twins in their eating before cleaning them up and declaring present time.

I laughed and played with the twins as they opened their birthday gifts, looking around the small crowd that could make it today. If only the boys could be here. If only Harry could be here. This was his kids first birthday and he was on tour. I know, it isn’t his fault.... but I couldn’t help but feel like he could have tried harder to be here today.

I mean, he hasn’t even called and wished them a happy birthday. Did he forget or something? I’m definitely not calling him to remind him that his twins are turning one today. Or that he has another on the way. I sigh and go back to snagging wrapping paper out of Darcy’s hand as she tries to chew on it.

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A shrill ringing awoke me from my sleep, having me flipping on the lamp beside my bed and yanking open the drawer that held my phone at night. I quickly pressed the green button and held it to my ear.

“Hello?” I asked sleepily, yawning as I squint at the clock beside me. Four in the morning. Lovely.

“Hey baby, what are you doing?” Harry giggled, the sound of loud music playing in the back ground.

“Um, beings it’s four o’clock in the morning here, I was sleeping.” I say rather grumpily.

“Oh, shit babe, I totally forgot the time difference. I’m sorry.” Harry slurred, sounding like he had been drinking.

“Harry, are you drunk?” I asked, brushing my hair back away from my face.

“I would think that’s an understatement.” He giggled, ending with a hiccup.

“Okay. So, let me get this straight. You forget about the twin’s birthday, you neglect to call to even tell them you miss them on this very important day and then you call me at four in the morning drunk. Did I get everything?” I snapped, sitting up in bed as if that would make anything more serious.

“Oh, mother fuc- damn it, I knew I was supposed to do something! Baby, I’m so sorry, can I talk to them?” Harry asked, making me bark out a sarcastic laugh.

“Harry, they are asleep! What part of “it’s four in the morning here” did you not get.” I asked, rolling my eyes at the person on the other side of this call.

“Oh...yeah... I’m sorry baby. Kiss them night night for me.” Harry said in a girly voice. Something loud was made and a few complaints made it to my ear before Harry spoke again.

“Um, Nichole, can I call you later?” He asked, sounding a little distracted.

“Yeah, call me when you are sober, I need to talk to you about something important.” I snap, waiting for his response.

“Okay, I will. Night.” He said, sounding like he was rushing me.

“Goodnight. I love you.” I say, listening. I frowned, looking at the screen on my phone.

That jerk hung up on me! Oh, me and him are going to have a serious talk tomorrow. I toss my phone in the drawer angrily and shoved it close. I’m pretty sure I broke my lamp as I snapped it off and dropped back onto my pillow, huffing. He didn’t even tell me he loved me.

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