Half-Truths [hs, mc, zm, nh, lt +]

Chapter Thirty

*Emma's POV*

I have my eyes closed. I don't want to face the earth again. Everything hurts.

Get me out of this misery, somebody, please.

I hear the door open, and I open one eye. There she stands. Somebody who I thought I would never talk to again. My best friend. Trish Styles.

"Hey." She says quietly. I open my other eye.

"Hi." I say back. I gesture for her to come closer so I can hear her better.

"Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. You're my best friend, I feel awful for what happened to you." Trish says. I keep looking at her, I know she has more. "Mae, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." She finishes, looking down at the floor.

"T. This isn't your fault. Don't blame this on you." I tell her. She has always found a way to blame everything on herself.

"I'm still sorry." She tells me sitting down on the edge of my bed. "And about Niall. We'll find him I promise." She tells me.

Niall. They took Niall. Fuck.

"Yeah." I whisper. Random memories of Niall fly through my brain. I remember when we first met. I was sitting in Louis' office after my parents dropped me off. We were so young but he came in to the office to speak with Louis.

More memories flash through. When I first slept with him. Even through We were so fucking high I still still remember it like it was yesterday. Or the day I came home from the hospital after I found out I was pregnant and the look on his face. Oh my god. The baby.

"Trish? Do you uh- The baby?" I ask she smiles at me making my heart rapidly start beating.

"Your baby is fine, Mae." She tells me as I let out a breathe of relief. That split second where the thoughts of this baby being gone were so painful and I didn't even realize that this thing inside me could cause so much pain in a split second.

"We should plan a baby shower!" She says with excitement in her voice. My face immediately drops from the smile I was holding in.

"No." I tell her moving my hand over my stomach. I watch as her face falls into a disappointed look.

"Why?" She asks slumping down on the bed over my ankles. Ow.

"Because I don't want to have a baby shower. I think we should focus on getting my boyfriend back?" I ask making her gasp a bit before sitting up again.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry. Yes, Niall." She says pulling out her phone and dialling a number before putting the phone up to her ear.

"Hi!" She exclaims. Oh god why is she so happy about whoever she's on the phone with. "I need a favour!" She says still with a cheery voice. "I need you to help us find Niall." She says in a more calmer tone. "Yeah he and Emma got into a car crash and some people took them." She tells him.

"Not some people." I tell her nudging her with my leg. She turns to look at me with a shocked look on her face.

"My dad. T." I tell her watching as her face drops. She shakes her head lightly. "I shot him. But he isn't dead. And I think he's the boss considering the way he was ordering people around." I tell her as she nods slightly.

"Actually I have a name. On who might have taken him." She tells the person on the phone. "Asher Pierce." She tells him. I suck in a large breath at his name leaving her mouth. "Thank you, Mike." She says. Mike? Who's Mike? I don't think I know a Mike? She hangs up the phone putting it in her back pocket.

"Are you sure it was him?" She asks making me nod my head at her.

"Who's Mike?" I ask still curious on who she was on the phone with.