Bittersweet

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Locked in a pantry after screaming and banging the door for help for three hours? Just simply eat everything in sight! I mean, I only had that fancy salad, and that evil bitch locked me away, so why not?

Finally, I hear the knob jingle and I can only hope to see Niall, maybe Fin or Zayn, but instead I'm faced with Emma.

"Your friends are complete idiots," she says smiling down at me, "They went home believing that I had actually taken you home myself since the Acar didn't sit right with you."

"Just let me go, bitch." I sigh, standing to my feet with the empty bottle of wine in one hand and Nutella in the other. It was a great combination.

"So you can tell Niall? Ha, please!" She fakes a laugh.

"What, are you gonna lock me away in your pantry for all eternity? Or are you planning to kill me and bury me under your precious rose bush?" I ask dully.

"I may be a bitch, but I'm no murderer," she claims. "I do, have a lot of money seeing as I came from a wealthy family, and I want to pay you to keep quiet."

"Pay me? And if I say no?" I look at her pathetically.

"I'll have you arrested for robbery and trespass." She replied in a nonchalant tone.

"I suggest you take the simple method and take lets say, five grand?" She pulls out her check book and begins to scribble in it.

I look at her and the door way then back at her. Before I knew it I was sprinting towards the living room and to the staircase screaming Niall's name at the top of my lungs. In seconds the man is standing shirtless on the balcony of the staircase. "Esme?"

"Niall, your fiancé is a psychotic bitch! She even fooled around with Harry, more than once, and she locked me in your pantry when I overheard her conversation with him!" I scream out, teary eyed as both Niall and Emma stare at me like I was insane. Emma, of course, acting, and Niall actually thinking I'm insane.

"She's wasted, honey. I don't know how but she found a way in from the back yard, and she's saying the craziest of things! I'm scared for her well being, Niall." Emma plays the innocent role and I pray he doesn't buy it.

"Esme, I'll take you home, okay?" He says slowly coming down the stairs and towards me.

"That sounds like a good idea, call me when you know she's safe, please." Emma tells him as she hands over his coat. Instead of using it on his bare upper body, he throws it over me with his keys in hand as he walks me out the door.

"I'm telling you the truth, Niall, you have to believe me." I practically beg as I sit in the passenger seat and he buckles me in.

"I would, you know I would, but I can smell the alcohol on you." He says quietly taking the drivers side and starting the car up.

I decide to remain silent and plot a plan as he drove. We reach my apartment and rings the doorbell, waiting for Harry to open it.

"Esme?" Harry grumbles but I refuse to make eye contact with him.

"Tell him," I demand, "Tell Niall what's happening or happened between you and Emma."

He looks at me with shock and confusion but I don't bother giving him the time of day. Why did I put any hope in him?

"She's wasted, make sure she gets to bed safely?" Niall speaks to Harry.

"Of course, get home safe." Harry says before closing the door.

"You are just as pathetic as her." I deathly glare at him. I can feel my puffy eyes, probably red along with my nose. I looked like a wreck and I knew it.