Note: hi people. It's been a while :p. I don't have much time to write, with school and stuff. But now it's summer. Yaaaay. Anyways...I present to you, chapter 2 :)

Howie's POV

-The Next Day-

Another day, another heart ache.

When did this all start? I have no idea...

I mean, I love my wife. I really do. And my kids, but somewhere along the way, I just fell without noticing it. I fell for someone other than my wife.

The way their smile lights up a room, and their laugh is funnier than the jokes told. I just don't know what happened...

"Here we go again," a smiling Howard said. "Another day full of auditions."

"I am so excited!" Sharon was always so full of life. So energetic all the time.

I really had no input. I just kind of sat there. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night, just like I thought would happen. So much was on my mind. My family, my career, my life. Just so much.

It has been about 2 hours since the auditions started. Man...The auditions just seemed to drag on today. Or maybe it was the fact that Sharon kept looking at me. Why? I don't know. It's Sharon. She does what she wants. It was making me fidgety though.

"What? What are you looking at? Is there something on my freaking face?!" I had finally had enough. At least it was only me and her backstage.

"Are you okay Howie?" Oh damn. That was her concerned voice. Sharon was concerned about me.

"Yes...? I just have a lot on my mind right now. I'm fine, though. Why?" Would she buy it? It wasn't all bullshit...

"You just seem...quiet is all. Are you and your wife okay?" Dammit Sharon.

I cringed at that one. Sure I miss my wife, but...I don't know. A lot is going on.

"Yeah. We're good..."

"When was the last time you talked to her?" ...damn. I actually don't know.

"I'm going to call her tonight." I said, with a smile. Sharon seemed to look right through it though. I wasn't lying. I actually will call her tonight...

"It's just, ever since the judge panel for AGT changed, you've been acting weird. Almost as if-"

"Howie, Sharon. You guys have to go back to the panel now." Some stagehand said, totally interrupting Sharon. Yes! Saved by the bell.

"I guess we better go." And I ran back, before she could even say anything. She was right behind me though. I just kept going. No way was this happening right now.

"Heyyy. Where did you guys go? To have a make out session?" A laughing Howard said. Meanwhile, I just stared at him.

"No Howard. I'm pretty sure Howie wouldn't even let me touch his hand." Sharon said, with a smile, as I smiled back. Sureeeee make fun of the germaphobe.

"Oh whatever..." I said, but I was smiling too.

Another couple hours, and it was finally over. The auditions for that day were done. Now only, like 10 more days. Then it's months before this season of AGT was actually over. It takes forever, which just means a bigger chance of people finding out...

-Back At The Hotel-

As I said, I ended up calling my wife...which probably wasn't the best idea.

"Hey honey," I said into the phone. "How was your day?"

"Well, it could have been better if you were here," she said. I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Oh Hun. I'll be back before you know it." I mumbled, not much interest put into it. I knew she probably heard it and braced myself for her backlash.

"I'm sorry. Am I boring you?" She asked, the hurt in her voice.

"What? No. I-" She cut me off, shaking her head.

"No. It's fine. I understand Howie." She said, her voice growing smaller. "I have to go anyways..." She added, even though we both knew it wasn't true. It was rather late and all the kids would be in bed by now. At least the kids that still lived with us.

"I-" she cut me off again, making me cringe.

"I'll just talk to you later. Night." And with that, she hung up. It took me a few seconds to realize what just happened. She hung up on me, without saying I love you. She had never done that before. I hung up the phone, trying not to slam it into the receiver. This was all my fault. All because I fell.

The next couple of days was mainly of me trying to get a hold of my wife. I knew she was still pissed at me, considering she wouldn't even so much as text me back. I kept staring at my phone during commercial breaks, slowly giving up hope. I knew the other judges were concerned. Sharon was concerned. And oh god. Howard was concerned. I licked my dry lips as the next act came on and slipped my phone away again.

The day dragged on as I continued to wait for a reply. Still nothing. I was walking to my car that night after auditions had ended when I heard familiar footsteps behind me. I turned around and found Howard coming my way, a huge grin on his face.

"Hey man. You did great today." He complimented me, patting my shoulder. I may have been a germaphobe, but I didn't mind Howard touching me.

"Thanks. You too." You always do great, I added mentally, not stupid enough to say it out loud. "So...is that all?" I asked. There had to have been a reason as to why he came over to me. I let my eyes scan his outfit subtly, before going back to his eyes.

"Well, I was thinking tonight we could hang out?" Howard asked, leaning against my limo. "But...instead of going out, maybe just a chill night in?" He suggested.

My throat seemed to close up a bit at his words. Just us two? Alone in a motel? What could go wrong...? "Uh..sure." I said stupidly. I was such an idiot. "That sounds good to me. Your motel, or mine?" I asked.

He pointed over to his limo. "Mine. It's closer." He said. "I was thinking we could also take the same limo? Easier then taking two. We are going to the same place anyways."

"Oh. Okay. That's cool." I said, pushing a smile onto my face. I was scared of the outcome of tonight. Who knows what would happen? I swallowed thickly as I followed after him, preparing myself for the worse to come.

((Ehh! This is the end of chapter 2 peoples! Chapter 3 will be about their hang out and stuff. Yeah. So...R and R please! :))