After an hour of the boring waiting, and chatting with people that I have no idea who they are, we finally got to our wedding meal. A gorgeous meal it is, and delectable as it seemed. I never wanted anything expensive or any of that, 'oh my god I'm fabulous' dinners. I just wanted a mix between a traditional Irish dinner and a traditional Newfoundland dinner. Both were pretty well the same.
The long table at the front of the outdoor tent that was covered with a white canopy, seated ten close friends and relatives, and than Niall and I. The other eight were Louis, Harry, Zayn, Liam, Angel, Brigid, Zack, and a close friend of Louis'; I think her name is Rachel.
After we eat, the party starts and the sun begins to set on the horizon. I am changed out of my bulky wedding gown into a thigh length white cocktail dress. At least I can dance with ease now. Niall swoops me around, taking my breath away, sweeping me off my feet. I feel so complete with him, like a half that's found its whole. My cheek nestles into the crook of his neck and pretty soon our single dance is over and the dance floor is covered with scattered couples.
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Our night has been filled with so many laughs, and I'm having such a good time. The girl, Rachel, scurries out of the tent and into the lake house. Probably heading to the washroom or something.
"I'm going to go look for Louis, he's been gone for a while now," Angel tells me.
"Sure, good luck!"
I straighten out my dress, which I feel terrible in, and search around the perimeter of the tent and house for Louis. This is so strange, where the hell could he be? I make my way into the house and search around. Not in the kitchen, living room nor mud room. I walk up the stairs quitter than expected in these heels and look into each room. The last door at the end of the hall has a light peeking out through underneath the door. Maybe that's the bathroom?
I knock on the door and there's no answer, but it's the only room left in the house. Louis would have to be in there. I push open the door and my jaw drops to the ground. Louis and Rachel, that fucking...
"Son of a bitch," I croak trying to fight back the tears.
"Angel?" He's drunk the horse turd.
"You mother fucking asshole!"
"Angel, wait! Let me explain!"
"Explain what, Louis? Explain to me, your girlfriend, why you're ass naked on the floor of the bathroom with some girl?"
"I-I," he stutters.
"That's what I though."
"Please, Angel. I don't want to lose you," Louis cries.
"Obviously I wasn't all yours to lose," I snap. "Fuck you, Tomlinson. Actually no, let her fuck you, I'll leave you."
I storm out of the doorway, and down the stairs, fighting my way through the crowd to Cyrah. Tears are escaping now and I can't hold them back anymore. She stops during her dance with Niall and rushes to my side.
"What happened?" Cyrah demands.
"He's fucking a girl in the bathroom," I announce. The DJ kills the track and Zack, Jack, and Harry emerge through the crowd. Louis slams the door behind him and makes the centre of the tent. His shirt half buttoned, but in a crooked way. His hair is ruffled and drool is on the side of his mouth, probably from the hound.
"This is why I hate falling in love! It's like a fucking board game! It's all fun until somebody fucking cheats!" I spit at Louis. The whole crowd falls silent and stares at me, a voice mixed in cries out the word, "awkward." "I wont lose anything, Louis? What did I lose than?" The tramp dances out into Lou's arms and presses her disgusting little face to his. I notice something sparkly on her hand and I walk over and grab it. An engagement ring. "You mother fucker."
Louis is engaged to a girl while me and him are together? How low can men be? I now know why they're swine. Complete, and utter swine. I storm out to my car and drive back to my house, locking the doors and windows. Shutting the blinds and turning up the heat.
My phone rings multiples of multiples of times. I decline. I don't want to talk to anyone.
"Angel open up!" Louis screams from the porch.
"Go fuck yourself," I reply. Clearly hating him and never wanting him back.
A/N: Damn. "Love is like a board game, it's all fun until someone cheats." Strong quote yes? I just kind of thought of this, but if it's already been though of, I give full credit to the rightful owner. How do you think Angel will cope with her new found heartbreak?