Those Nights

Chapter 3

Monica POV

"Riah, its not what it looks like." Yeah, like she'll believe that Monica. "Then what the hell is it Monica? Huhn?" Knowing Riah, she is very upset with me, but she knows that in the end, I'm gunna need her. "Is this what you wanted to tell me? That Niall has been hitting you?"

"Yes." I replied.

"When did this start?" She stared at me intensely. "A couple months after our second year anniversary." I answered weakly. Our anniversary is Niall's birthday. "It was December the 26th, Niall came home from hanging out with the boys, he was drunk. He just started yelling at me, I was scared, asking him what was wrong, then.." The memory was too much for me to handle, and Riah noticed.

"He hit you, didnt he?" She asked. Its obvious he did, but I forgot you is a lil slow. "Yes." I spoke softly, voice cracking. She embraced me, but it was soon cut short by Harry's voice from downstairs.

"Monica, were leaving, Lets GOOOO!"

"I have to go." I whispered to Riah. I knew it was her birthday, and I shouldve waited, but I had to tell her. She was my best friend and if I didn't sooner, then she would've known this whole time, and with her big mouth, she would've said something sooner. Forget later.

Mariah POV

She turned away, and went downstairs, as I stood there dumbfounded. So many thoughts were running through my mind. How could she not tell me? For this long? Why didnt she?

I ran downstairs but, they were all gone. I looked in the kitchen, there sitting on the table, was a lovely breakfast. Pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage, eggs, biscuits, it was pure heaven. On the counter was a note that read,

'For you, my love. Enjoy. Harry x P.S. Love you'

He could be so sweet sometimes. I looked up from the note to see another posted on the fridge. Which read,

'So, hopefully youve already eaten the lovely meal I made you-' No. 'now get dressed because you've got a long day ahead of you.'

Oh. Jesus. What does he have planned? On the bottom of the note it said 'LIFT' under the note, was another saying, 'Happy Birthday Ri' it was Monica's handwritng. 'You will be going on a scavenger hunt, your first clue is outside on the porch.' Shit. I haven't eaten yet.

I put the notes in the pocket of my sweatpants and started to feast. 2 pancakes, 2 waffles, 3 pieces of bacon and sausage, and 3 glasses of orange juice, later, I went to shower and dressed myself and started my journey.

This is gone be a loooong day.