Through The Dark (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11: Surprise.

*Ashley's P.O.V*

When Mr. Johnny finished talking, I took off my uniform and grabbed my bag and headed to the mall because I needed to do food shopping. I told Shawn and Rosie to come at 9:00 PM because we'd be having a sleepover in my place, so I need to get enough food. I bought enough food and went to the nearest bus stop.

"Thank you!" I said to the bus driver before walking out. I rushed to the building, it's so cold outside. I got in the elevator, then went to open my apartment. That's when I saw a note laying beside the doorstep. I picked it up and read to myself.

"HEYA! I'VE MISSED YOU! ~!"

Who would put an '!' as a signature?

'Maybe it's just Niall. But Niall would put his name. Plus, Niall never says 'Heya'. Who would it be? Though I'm avoiding Niall, I would be relieved if this is him. But how am I supposed to know that this isn't some thief, murderer or someone who is trying to kill me?' I was having a mental battle.

"Oh c'mon, man! Who would this be!" I kick the door open after I open it using the key and shout.

I ignored the fact that I've just found a note from an unknown sender who knows my address and turned on the heater. I went to the bathroom to wash my face from the makeup then back to the room to change. I wore a bandeau blue top, light blue jean shorts, and my bunny wool slippers. I put my hair in a messy bun and wore an American flag bandana.

Since I have about two hours left, I go to the kitchen and do myself a mug of hot chocolate. I leave it on the kitchen counter and go upstairs to bring my journal, which I haven't used for almost 2 weeks, and my beats headphone. I hang the headphones on my neck with my phone in my pocket and grab the journal and go downstairs again to drink my hot chocolate before it becomes cold. When I return back to the kitchen, I can't find the hot chocolate.

"What. The. Hell." I whisper, wide-eyed. I put my journal on the kitchen counter and search for my hot chocolate back at the room, I find nothing. I go down again and look on the kitchen counter to find that the journal also disappeared. I tug at the roots of my hair and frantically search for my journal and Paris mug. I search in the guest room, however; I didn't go there. I hear the bell rings and check the time. 7:30 PM. It surely isn't Shawn nor Rosie. I open the door but there isn't anyone. I step outside and take a look, there's nothing. Literally nothing, only doors and walls. I was about to close the door when I caught a glimpse of a new note stuck on the door. I took it and read it,

"I would suggest that you search in the living room. ~!"

'What?!' I leave the door open and I go to the living room with the note still in my hand. I find the journal and the mug on the table. I stare in shock, but as soon as I see the note beside them, I run to them.

"Thank me, later! LOVE YA." I know this handwriting, but I can't put a finger on the owner. I shrug and decide to leave it on its own for now.

I put on my headphones and play 'Diana' by 'One Direction'. I take a sip of the hot chocolate before putting it back on the table and taking the journal. I start writing in it with my blue sharpie.

"Hey! I've missed you. I haven't told you what happened for a while.

☆I met Niall, yes, the one that I love! He doesn't know and I'm not gonna tell him. I'm shy, ya know. You know what sucks the most? He said that he likes me as a 'FRIEND'. (•~•)

☆Anyway, there are some strange phenomenons happening lately with me. Yesterday, I thought that I saw Jack staring at me from my bedroom window. Now, I find notes stuck all around the house and things getting moved from their places out of nowhere. I'm internally, freaking out.