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Chapter 4

Emerald's PoV

I open my eyes to see that I'm on the couch in the living room.

Hm, I think I was too tired to go into my room last night. I thought, stretching my arms above my head as I yawned.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I start cooking pancakes for myself.

Humming a tune, I start stacking golden-brown pancakes on a plate.

I then hear the toilet in the bathroom upstairs.

Freezing, I grab a blade from my bag which I keep behind the stand in the living room.

Creeping up the stairs silently like Niall taught me, I open the bathroom door and scream, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Harry was there, washing his face before taking notice notice to me, "Oh, hey, Emerald. How did I get here last night?"

Okay, calm down. Don't panic. You were gonna kill him last night, but you didn't and decided to bring him here. Then you lied to Niall. Great!

"You were drunk outta your mind. This is my house. I forgot you were even here." I said, hiding the blade in a plant so he won't question it.

"Oh, well thanks. My friends probably would've found me passed out somewhere. That reminds me..." He muttered, looking at his clothes, "What am I wearing?"

I planned this last night. I changed him out of his clothes and put him in different ones. I have to play the part of him being 'drunk'.

"You threw up. A lot. Your other ones are in the washer." I said, crossing my arms, "Don't you remember?"

"All I remember from last that was we had a couple of drinks. And then everything else just went black."

Perfect. I thought.

"Jeez, am I smelling pancakes? They smell great." He said, brushing past me and going to the kitchen.

Well, he knows how to make himself at home.

Following him, I watch him sit down, silently eating as he asks, "Do you have any juice."

"Um, yeah... Sure." I said, going into the fridge and looking back and forth between two containers, "Apple or orange?"

"Choose one, I don't care." He said in between mouthfuls of food.

Okay... On one hand, I don't have much apple juice, and that belongs to my godparents. I love orange juice, but I've always had a problem with sharing it.

Making the choice, I grab a glass and pour orange juice into it before handing it to him, "Here you go."

"Thanks, Emerald." He smiled happily, chugging it down quickly, "You're a good cook. Really. By the way..."

He then eyed me closely, "What exactly happened last night?"

"I told you already." I said, getting a little annoyed. Just a little, "You got drunk, and you threw up, so I just took you to my house and you passed out in my bed."

"Ok, so we didn't...." He sighed, making my cheeks turn a bright red.

"We didn't do-"

Cutting myself off, I then realize what he meant, "Jeez, I literally met you a few nights ago, why would that happen?"

"Because it wouldn't be the first time it happened." He replied, laughing afterwards.

Letting out a groan, I pour myself some orange juice and finish my food, which was a little cold.