Live Love and Niall Horan

Chapter Ten

LIVE LOVE AND NIALL HORAN

Chapter Ten

I instantly froze and grabbed onto Niall. 

"Is that what you heard that night?" Niall whispered, gently rolling off of me. 

I nodded, almost afraid to breathe. The tapping, it just had the same melody, over and over and over again.

Niall got up and walked over to the window, ready to pull open the blinds. 

"Don't!" I hissed, grabbing his arm and pulling him back towards me. "What if it's like a masked murder."

At that point, Liam and Danielle walked in. 

"What's going on?" Liam asked, confused. "Is that the tapping you heard that night?"

I nodded again, not sure what else to do. 

"It's not a masked murder," Niall reassured me. "We're just seeing who or what is is."

"That's really creepy," Danielle whispered, clinging to Liam's arm. "Especially after that movie..."

"I bet it's nothing,' Liam wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her arm. "Niall, open the blinds."

Before I could protest, Niall whipped them open. There was a blurry of movement, then silence. It was too dark to see anything. But somebody had been there. Somebody had definitely been there. 

"What's up?" Harry walked into the room, confused as why we were all staring at the window. "What are you all staring at...?"

Liam explained the story, probably due to the fact I was too busy thinking about who it was. 

Back in NYC, I never ever had a full on stalker. I had the occasional boy who'd check my Facebook more times than necessary, do pretty weird things like fill up a book with pictures of me, but never somebody who tried to scare the living shit out of me, then run. All I had was boys with sweet crushes on me that sometimes went a bit far.

I didn't even know who the hell this was. All I knew know was that it was definitely a person.

"That's creepy," Harry commented, interrupting my thoughts. "But it could be some fan girl."

"I hope it is," I sighed as we head back down the stairs. 

Here it was. Trouble, I mean. I was kinda waiting for it to show up since it seems to follow me everywhere. Never a dull moment when you're Teagan Sky, not only because of the whole father thing.

When we went back to the room with the fuzzy carpeting, Zayn was texting and Louis was sitting at the Mac with Eleanor in his lap. They were on a Twitter page devoted to Louis.