Get Out The Wey Hey

Chapter 6 - Green Tea & NG

"Niall!"

I wake up to Emi vigorously shaking my broad, manly shoulders. Looking around me, I recall that I had fallen asleep on the counter. I lift my head up from the cool marble and lookat Emi; she is staring at me with a mug of green tea.

"Hey, Em," I reply, grinning at her. I'm sure that my teeth are pearly white and glamorous as f-ing ever. Slay.

"Niall... we have an issue on our hands," she says, her voice wavering."

I search her eyes for any form of explanation, but they allow me no further knowledge.

"Dang it, what's the matter, Em?!"

She places her mug down onto the marble countertop with a shaking grip.

"I... I think..."

"Come on, tell me."

"I think... I think my water just broke."

What the actual what?!

"HAHAHAHAHAH!!" I scream-laugh as she grips the countertop.

I fall to the ground, not able to contain the monster that my humor has conjured up inside of me. I roll on the floor, hugging my arms across my chest. This is the funniest thing I've heard all day. 

"Your wa-water broke?!" I spit between giggles and chortles. All week is more accurate, to be honest. This is funnier than when we caught Liam in the shower licking the drainage hole of his rubber ducky. It's even funnier than when Louis and Harry fell down the stairs onto Zayn when he was tying the laces of his shoes. 

I can't stop. When I open my eyes for a split second, I see Emi on the ground, covering her face. I stop my noise, and hear her quiet sobs.

"Emi... what's wrong?" I ask, inching towards her with care. She sniffs and removes her hands from her face. Slowly, she tries to calm down enough for he to talk to her.

"I... I meant heart! My heart... broke." She erupts into another round of sobs.

Oh, that makes more sense. So, this isn't funny any more. I'll need to find a funnier thing to laugh about. Louis always has something up his sleeve though, that cheeky boy... but I'm not speaking to him now. Not after what he did at prom. No girl is worth all of this. 

"Hey, what do you mean, who would break your heart?" I say, finally getting back on track to my miserable heartbroken friend.

She abruptly stops and takes a sharp breath. All in one go, she spills out an entire string of words relating to her relationship issues with some douche named Dan. Apparently, they had been together for, and I quote, "like three months or something like that I have no idea but it feels like a lifetime you know it feels so long when you're in love with them" and I felt really bad for her. Who is this guy to think that he can just break up with her?

I mean sure, my guys and I have some issues, but doesn't everyone? Sure, we switch off with each other and let each other go, but by the end of the day, we're usually back together again. Well, that is, until that Alli chick came along. I mean, how did she even win the hearts of my boys? She was wearing a freaking cheetah print dress to prom! Well, maybe that was the main reason...

Emi was a great friend, maybe even my best friend, even though we'd only met yesterday. And I should focus on her rather than some girl who had messed up my chance with my boys. 

"Well Em, I'm so sorry to hear that. Man, that's awful," I say once she finishes and begins to dry her eyes with her sad excuse for a tissue.

"Yeah," she squeaks, dabbing at her eyes.

"You know what would make you feel a bit better?" I pause for dramatic effect, "A GREEN TEA DANCE PARTY!"

Her eyes light up brighter than the stadium lights in the O2 Arena.

"OoooooooooH yes!" She cries out, jumping to her feet and clapping her hands together.

"But first, lemme ta--"

"Take you home! Take me home!" She butts in.

I look at her, puzzled.

"You know, take me home, like your album?" She explains.

I laugh and she chimes in with her charming little warble.

Ten minutes later, our laughter subsides and I look at her. Her dark hair is disheveled, sticking out at all proportions as she struggles to pat it down. However, her maxi dress in still in tact, looking as glamorous as f-ing ever.

It's finally time for our green tea dance party. We gather all of the mugs from the kitchen. We only have 632.

"Hey, Niall. Do you have any plant pots hanging around?" Emi asks me. Odd.

"I don't understand the question..." I reply, utterly confused.

"Oh, allow me to rephrase," she clears her throat, "You got pots," she clucks her tongue, "or nah?" She smiles sweetly at her reference.

I look at her in horror. I can imagine all of the color draining from my face. My hands begin to shake and my throat goes dry.

No, this wasn't supposed to happen like this. This was never supposed to happen. I heard about all of the people who this happened to.

Drawling southern American accents and piercing bright blue eyes took over and embodied each of them. Long story short, they were never the same again. And now this was going to be happening to us.

Now she's the confused one, her eyes darting back and forth between mine. Suddenly, her eyes grow wide and her lip begins to quiver as the realization sets in. There is no going back now. We'll go through this together. If we make it out alive, that is.

The sky illuminates and a heavy knock pounds on the door.

"Do... do you remember... what people said to do?" Emi whispers.

"Yeah... yeah, I remember reading a post about it on Yahoo Answers," I reassure her as well as myself with a shaky voice. Here goes nothing.

"We're supposed to open the door and feed him vines from indoors that have not been watered so that they are really thirsty... right?"

"That's what I heard. And, we must refer to each other as... you know what." I remind Emi of the most important rule. Okay, it's now... or now.

We make our way over to my house entranceway as there is more pounding on the door and a southern accent resonates through the wood.

I pull Emi in for a quick, tight hug before my hand grabs the doorknob.

"Let's do this... for the vine."

"For the vine." Emi agrees, trying to stay positive. We stand side by side.

I turn the doorknob with my shaky hand.

I open the door, and there, standing in a bright spotlight, is a man. The spotlight clearly shows his path of descent from above, the dark clouds have parted for the stream of light to pass through, and bringing along with it, this blue eyed creature.

Nash Grier.

[[A/N]]

Ommmg I did not see that coming! Lmao yeah I did.

I'm actually thinking of regularly updating this, yeah, that would be fun. I'm also thinking of bringing a  lot of fandom references and a few other fandoms into the story either as the idols or a person who represents a fan.

Wow, this is my first serious author's note.

I think I'm going back to edit the other ones, lol!

I hope you enjoyed this my babes.

xoxo