I woke up not even ten minutes later to a loud knocking on my door. I sat up, and held my head. Ouch. I took my time going to the door. Before I opened it, I stopped. Who was at my door this late? I was very confused.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Emma, it's Niall, open the door," he demanded.

"No need to be pushy," I said while opening the door. "Come on in, I guess," I said, stepping back. I almost tripped over my feet. I walked back to the couch, assuming Niall was following. He was.

"Are you...drunk?" Niall said in disbelief. He was wearing his glasses now.

"I am," I replied. "And it's not half bad," I replied, plopping down, Niall sat next to me.

"Who'd you go out with?" Niall asked. "Lauren?"

"No, I went with Zayn and Liam," I said. "Cuz Liam's back."

"You know Liam?" Niall asked. "Oh, that's right he used to work with you. I can't believe you went out with them...I'm sure they just kept giving you drinks, huh?"

"Pretty much," I said. "I don't really drink that much. And I guess since I'm not that big it's easier to get drunk. I don't know how it works, but I should, since I'm an adult." By this point I was just saying whatever I was thinking. "You'll never guess who I saw there."

"Who'd you see?" Niall asked softly. We were leaning back in the cushions now.

"That guy, you know," I tried to explain. "That guy who gave me the envelope, you know?" NIall sat up.

"Did he see you?" he asked, becoming more alert.

"Yeah, we saw each other. You told him I gave you the envelope, right?"

"Yeah...I wonder why he was there," Niall thought outloud.

"Maybe he likes to have fun," I laughed. Niall laughed too, but I think it was more at me than my joke. We both sat back again. "I'm tired. I feel like I shouldn't be this tired."

"It's been a long day," Niall replied. "You can go to sleep if you want."

"I don't want to keep you, you should probably be getting home," I yawned.

"I'll stay," he said quietly, with a small smile. I smiled back. "You're going to feel like shit tomorrow morning," he said, his grin growing. I leaned onto his shoulder.

"Oh well."

We were silent for a few minutes before Niall said, "I like your smile a lot you know."

"Hmm," I hummed. "I like yours too. You should smile more."

"You should too," he replied. I laughed quietly. My head was a lot less fuzzy now, but I was still somewhat impaired.

"How's Louis, I heard he was sick," I said after a while. "I hope he's okay."

"Oh he's fine, it's just allergies," Niall replied. Then he laughed a little to himself.

"What is it?" I asked, smiling.

"Nothing it's just...I don't know you don't seem very phased by the fact that you saw that man at the bar, and you're concerned with Louis's health. It's almost funny to me," he explained.

"Well, I just want everyone to be okay."

We were quiet for a while longer, and I felt my eyelids growing heavier. I closed my eyes and leaned on Niall's chest. "I know you said you can't, but I still think you should call the police or something about this whole thing," I mumbled.

"I wish I could," Niall sighed. "I just don't want to make things worse than they already are, ya know?"

"They're just going to keep getting worse. Nothing will get better unless you do something about it," I replied, only halfway aware of what I was saying. I rarely got this tired, but when I did, I was out like a light within minutes.

"What do you want me to do, kill them?" Niall joked. I laughed.

"Sure Horan. Just kill off your problems, that'll work. See ya in prison."

I woke the next morning, slowly. I did not sleep well at all. I'd keep waking up, then falling right back asleep. But when I was sleeping, I was out; I might as well have been dead. I tried to sit up, but my head was throbbing. I looked to my left. Someone else was on my couch, asleep. What in the world is going on? I thought. Why can't I see anything? Oh that's right, you slept in your contacts.

I mentally smacked myself for not remembering to take them out last night, and then smacked myself again for not taking Lauren's advice to buy the kind you can wear day and night. I got up off of the couch and stumbled into the bathroom, flushing my eyes with saline and trying to get my contacts out. It was not a pleasant experience, not to mention the fact I was about five seconds from throwing up.

When I finally got them out, I grabbed my glasses and put them on. Walking back out into my "living room", I remembered who was on my couch. Niall! He came over last night, that's right. I was surprised he was still asleep, because I felt like I was making a lot of noise.

I walked past the couch into the kitchen to make coffee. After I got it started, I found the Tylenol and debated on whether or not I should take two or three. I decided not to risk puking, and only took two, hoping my head would feel better soon.

"How are you feeling?" a voice said behind me, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Niall!" I gasped. "You scared the hell out of me, god!"

He snickered. "Sorry love. So how are you doing?"

"Everything is incredibly bright and loud and I'm constantly about to throw up," I replied. "So pretty good, actually." I poured a cup of coffee, only adding two spoonfuls of sugar rather than my usual three to four scoops with milk. "Coffee?" I offered.

"Sure."

We sipped our coffee in a comfortable silence for a minute or two. I finally said, "I suppose I should get dressed and wash my face," I sighed. "I'm hungry and I'm not about to try to make myself a lunch. There's a good diner type place down the street, do you want to come?" I asked.

"Sounds good. I'll go home and get cleaned up too, then meet you there," he replied. And with that, he was off.

I showered and dried my hair, putting it in a braid to the side. The diner was nothing fancy so I put on a big long sleeve t shirt with leggings and sneakers. I had to leave my glasses on since i just ruined my last pair of contacts. It was a relatively nice day out, so I walked to the diner.

Niall was already there when I arrived, sitting at a booth. It was about 11 am, and the air had gradually been getting colder over the last month, but that didn't stop the diner from keeping their AC on full blast.

"Hello again," I said, sitting next to Niall.

"Hi. How are you feeling now?" Niall asked, fighting back a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. "Slightly better. I'm definitely never doing that again." We laughed.

"It's just weird that Zayn didn't tell me Liam was back..." Niall thought outloud.

"Maybe he thought you were busy?" I suggested. I mean, I told them you were busy but...I thought. "Zayn told me he'd text you today, but if I had to guess I'd say they're both still passed out."

"Can I get your order?" a waitress asked as she walked up to our table. I ordered a turkey melt sandwiches with chips, and Niall did the same since he'd never been to the local diner before.

"I'm gonna run to the restroom," Niall said, getting up.

"Okay," I nodded. Seconds after he left, my phone vibrated, signaling a text message. It was from an unknown number.

Emma Bailey. Why didn't you give Niall the envelope.

My heart nearly stopped. I looked all around the diner, holding in my panic when my phone buzzed again.

Yes, I'm here. I'm not the same man as before though. He was at the same bar as you last night, spotted you with Zayn Malik and Liam Payne. We know about all of you, Emma. Now why didn't you give Niall the envelope?

I took a deep breath, and quickly typed out a response.

Look, I don't know who any of you are. I literally just met Niall. And I did give him the envelope. Didn't he tell you?

I bit my lip as it sent.

"Here we are," the waitress said, setting my food down in front of me, and Niall's in front of his spot. "Enjoy."

"Thank you," I said, forcing a smile. Niall finally made it back to the table as my phone buzzed one last time.

Watch your back for the next few days.

I felt my face pale. "Are you okay?" Niall asked.

"Yeah, uh," I cleared my throat and smiled. "I'm fine. Eat up, you're probably starving, I actually am."

"Hey, look," Niall said, reaching across the table. "Are you okay?"

"Why didn't you tell him I gave you the envelope?" I whispered. "He's here."

"The man from last night?" Niall whispered back.

"No, he said he was different. But he's here and he told me you didn't get the envelope, and he knew my whole name and he had my number, and he knew Zayn and Liam," I explained. "Niall, what is going on?"

"This doesn't make sense..." Niall said, almost to himself. "I told him I got the envelope, why would he lie about that?"

"Do you think they're just trying to freak us out?" I wondered. "Have another guy tell me you didn't tell anyone you got the envelope just to mess with us?"

"It's a possibility but it's so unlike them," Niall said. "If he's here we should probably go," he suggested.

"Do you see him? Like do you recognize him anywhere?" I asked quietly as Niall requested to-go boxes.

"I don't," Niall said, scanning the restaurant. "But I don't know everyone they associate with."

"Great," I said, standing up. "Let's go." But as we walked out of the door, I got another message.

You're a smart girl Emma. See you soon.

Lol I haven't updated this in like three months? Sorry :/ I'll start updating more bc I actually thought of a good plot line so here we go!