It's a brand new day, once again. The first thing my eyes land on is a crying Niall. He looks terribly worried.

"Niall," I call out.  Niall doesn't flinch when I say his name. He just cries out and rests his head in his hands. I yawn and stretch my limbs as I always do in the morning. My eyes are fully open, but my consciousness remains asleep.

"Niall, why are you crying? It's so early in the morning?" I spoke softly. I am quite tired and it's taking all of the power within me not to fall back asleep. My eyes flutter shut, but they snap back open as someone embraces me. It's Niall. He instantly begins sobbing into my shoulder. I really want to know what's wrong.

I hug him back, but quickly begin to feel uncomfortable. The only guy that has ever been this close to me is Zayn, and even then, he has never given me a true hug. I begin to squirm as he squeezes me even harder. Even though this could just make things worse, I shove him off of me. He doesn't need to hug me. We're strangers. He has no right to be more than an inch away from me.

"Victoria, thank goodness you're alive!" Niall continues to sob. I begin to feel confused. Of course I'm alive. What made him think I died? What went on while I was asleep?

"What are you even talking about?"

"There's a pool of blood on the sheets where you slept." I froze hearing his words.  I felt my heart beat pick up as heat crept to my cheeks. I'm praying that this isn't what I think it is. I sit up and let my feet dangle off the bed. I slowly turn my head and find blood stains, right where I slept. I bit my lip and turn my head back around, as slowly as I could, and looked. I have never been more embarrassed in my entire life.

"I thought you were bleeding because you got shot." I bit my lip even harder. I have no idea how to explain this to Niall.

"Niall, get out of the bed right now!"

"Bu-"

"Now!" I shout out of frustration. Lucky for me, he obeys.  I get out of bed as well and pull the sheets off with me. I suddenly felt pain in my abdomen and bend over; attempting to ease the pain. I almost scream when I feel something come out of me. I casually walk to the bathroom, trying not to make a scene. Niall, being Niall, follows me out of the room.

I still feel so embarrassed. I'm sure my face is getting redder by the second. Why? Why Niall? Out of all the people that could possibly see me like this, why does it have to be Niall?

I step into the bathroom and remove all of my clothing. I hop in the shower and turn the water on. My hands cover on my face as I sob aloud. I'm such a disgrace in the female population! Why do I need to have my period at this point of time, especially when I have to share a bed with a person of the opposite sex?!

"Hey Victoria, are you alright? Do you need anything?" Hearing his voice made me cry even harder. I am so embarrassed. I wish I could just dig a hole and hide there until I die. I don't want to see a single face right now, especially not Niall.

"It's okay. Please don't cry. I understand. Now, what's that white thing called again?" He asks me, making me cry, louder than ever. I probably will stay in this bathroom for the rest of my life. "Well... Okay, I guess I'll just ask the people on the convenience store.  I'll be right back. I'll go get you some of those thingys."

The cold water continues to slide down my bare body. The little shower I am taking has turned into a full blown shower. My entire body is now soaked. I decide to stay in the shower for a while longer, wasting even more water.

Mood swings start to hit me. I feel so emotional, and these damn cramps aren't helping. At this point, I am still crying. I wish I could just forget about this day and pretended that nothing happened.

I finally turn the shower off and get out. I go straight for a towel, drying my hair and my body. I then wrap the towel around me. I slowly turn the knob and slightly opened the door, being extremely careful. I look around to see if Niall's here. Luckily, the room was empty. I step out of the bathroom quietly, hoping that no one will see me, not even Irish.

I immediately head to the bedroom's door. I am about to turn the knob, but stop when I hear some noise on the other side. I'm guessing it's only Niall, but what can I do about it? I can't just stand out here forever, he'll see me! I just continue to do what I was about to do earlier. The door opens and I look down, avoiding eye contact with Niall. I feel so ashamed.

Niall's cheery voice then tells me that he has prepared some clothes for me, and what he calls a 'white thingy'. With that, he left the room. I was moving like a turtle. I'm really not in the mood on doing anything right now, but I'm trying my best to at least dress up. I can just procrastinate and do nothing all day.

Once finished, I open the door, leaving it as is, before diving onto Niall's bed and crying once more. I'm still so embarrassed. I don't want to live anymore.

"I see PMS is already hitting you." I hear Niall say. I look up to see him with a tray in his hands. He quickly set it on the night stand.

The tray is full of delicious food that I certainly will be craving later this day. "You don't need to cry, love. I understand."

"No you don't. It's so embarrassing." A chuckle left his lips, but I don't really find what I said funny.

His hand began to rubs circles on my back. For the first time all day, my tears began to cease and I was starting to relax.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. I'm actually worried about you. And.... because your day started off so awfully, I made you breakfast in bed. I hope it makes you feel at least a little better." I sit up on the bed just as my stomach rumbles. I am probably drooling over this, but I can't help it! I am so hungry.

It is the same meal as yesterday, but today it looks more delicious. Maybe it's because it's that time of the month. Food always looks so much better around this time

I don't even bother to thank Niall. All I know is that I'm hungry and I desperately need the food in my stomach before I die of hunger.

I know I exaggerate things but it's hard to think normally if you're on your period...... Wait! When have I ever thought of things normally anyway?

I put every single piece of food that's offered to me, inside my mouth. I'm not in the mood to eat my food slowly. I AM HUNGRY FOR PETE'S SAKE! I have no time to waste. The day will soon be over and I won't even get any rest, even if I did only wake up a little over an hour ago.

Niall is sitting beside me, on the edge of the bed, eating his own food. I kind of feel bad for not making room for him, but I've had an awful day so far and I don't feel like being nice today.

I finish everything on the plate. Not even the smallest crumb is seen. I even finished my hot cocoa.

"I'm so tired!" I whine, plopping my head on Niall's shoulder. Right after I set my head down, I pick it right back up, remembering that he's a stranger. "Don't you have to go to work?" I ask. Niall's eyes were soon looking at me.

"No, I already excused myself yesterday, since I'm planning on going with you to the police station. But, since it's your time of the month I've decided to entertain and comfort you for a while." My plans of procrastinating and doing nothing all day vanish. Niall just has to remind me that I have a lot of things to complete today. It's already my second day here in Ireland, and I'm not making any progress.

I have to get in back in contact with Mr. Minami and Sheryl. I also need all of those things that were stolen from me, back again. Oh and I can't forget that I need to know who the hell is the person I'm shooting a gun for, and I need somewhere to stay. I can't just stay with Niall.

Going to the police station is not an option, but I really need to go there to find those bastards who ruined everything that was planned. Then again, if I go, I will just expose myself to a lot more people. Then chances of getting jailed after I kill the person I am assigned to kill would be higher. If I go, I will just have to be careful not to leave any evidence behind.

As the day passes by, I only feel more and more worthless.  I'm not even trying my hardest to get back on track. I sometimes wonder if I should really this task seriously or if I even still care about my parents.

Our lives rely on this not so simple mission, but I'm not even doing anything.  I'm just letting time pass by freely and I have never felt more disappointed with myself than I am feeling now.

"Victoria?"

"Yeah?" I face Niall.

"Aren't you going to the police station? It could help you get your stuff back."

"Oh uhh... Don't worry about it. I'm sure I can do it on my own and, the thieves probably got away. It's hopeless. They'll never find them now."

"What are you even talking about? You should be worried about it. You're the owner of those expensive things. You can't just give up on that, right?"

"Yeah bu-"

"Then don't worry about it, I'd be willing to take you there. Your parents would be really worried about you. Do you have connections with them? Do you memorize their phone numbers?" Words started to get swallowed. I don't know how to answer. Niall only knows about me getting robbed. He doesn't know anything as to why I am here in Ireland and where I came from. "Wait... You said you were pulling your luggage. That means you're a tourist or something.  Well, I guess that's kind of obvious. You don't have an Irish accent."

"Yeah... I uhh-" I am speechless. Lying is definitely not my strong suit and making up false stories was even worse. I need to think fast or I'll be exposed. "Yeah, I'm actually from England and I was sent here in Ireland to uhh... Tour around" I swallow a lump on my throat. My hands are sweaty and my body is at the verge of shaking. This is really dangerous.

"Oh no! Do you have anyone you could contact? Maybe we can let them know what has happened to you. Your parents must most certainly be worried. Maybe we can connect with someone you know through Facebook or some other form of social media!" Niall grabbed something near the night stand.

It was his phone.

Great.

"Uhh well, I don't have a Facebook account or any social media accounts. The people I associate with probably don't have any either." My heart feels like it will explode. I'm taking this way too far. I really need to say something that would end Niall's queries.

Lucky for me, he finally stops asking me questions. I feel relaxed and relieved. I need to remind myself to stop giving away so much information. It's not safe.

I need to get back the life I had. I'm not happy with how this is turning out.

It is almost noon. Moving and helping around the house is essential. I don't want to feel even more worthless than I do now. I want to help Niall as a way of showing my gratitude for everything he has ever done; especially for making my morning beautiful with breakfast in bed.

I set aside the pressuring conversation we got ourselves into. Like I said, the only thing that I can do in return is to not think and judge Niall in a bad way. He wouldn't be doing all these wonderful things if he didn't want to help me.

I start helping out by washing the dishes and tidying the floor as Niall does his business in his bedroom. I was quite enjoying the chores. I'm finding this really weird. I never like helping or tidying anything. I'm a messy person. I may even possibly be as messy as a guy. It's impressive that a guy like Niall can easily out show me by just showing how organized he is with everything.

Irish is barking as he watches me sweep the floor. After I shoo him, he obediently goes off somewhere else. I am doing just fine, minding my own business when Niall walks out, carrying white and red sheets. I didn't notice it at first, but soon realized that they are the sheets I leaked on. I drop the broom and run over to him, grabbing the sheets. "I'll take care of this, this was my fault anyway."

"Okay?" He looks confused.

"I'll wash my dirty clothes too. You don't have to worry about it. Where are they at?" I ask, feeling my cheeks blush for the 39879th time today.

"Your clothes are in a basket in the bathroom." Niall looks at me as if I am some mad woman. I probably am, who am I kidding!

I nod and flash an embarrassed smile his way. I readjust the sheets in my arms as I search for the basket Niall was talking about. Sure enough, I find it in his bathroom. I plop the sheets in the basket and hoist in up on to my hip.

I exit his apartment and find they elevator, talking it to the ground. The elevator ride is fast, as usual. After I arrive, I search for the apartment guide. I need to know where the washroom is. I find a guide around the corner, awkwardly asking him where the washroom is. I thank the guide and follow the directions he indicated.

When I enter the room, I find a couple others washing their clothes as well.  I make my way to the very back to isolate myself to the anonymous people. I don't want to talk to anyone.

I finally find a washing machine. I put the basket down and open the door. I toss my clothes in and check the directions for removing blood stains. I carefully pour the correct amounts in (I don't want to get the measurements wrong). I wait for a while. To pass time, I pick at my nails and creep on any people who come into the washroom.

Before I knew it, the washing machine was dinging. When I pull the sheets out, they are snow white again!

Doing the laundry has finally come to an end. My clothes are fragrant and clean again. I walk over to the desk where the clothes are left to be ironed, and I drop them off. I am just about to walk away when a woman got my attention. She says that I left a paper inside my jeans.  I quickly take it out of her hands, walking away before checking the paper's contents.

I get inside the elevator; waiting for the elevator to take me to the floor Niall's apartment is located on. Eventually curiosity got the best of me. I run my fingers over the wet paper, and slowly open it up.

I begin to read it. I can't believe my eyes. I sprint to Niall's place.

I turn the knob and slam the door shut, once inside. I hurriedly walk past Niall and to his bedroom. I slowly began to unfold the paper once again. A sign of hope has finally come down from the heavens above!

I began to feel so emotional. My trembling hands were coving my mouth. "What the fuck is this?" I whisper, over and over.

"Hey, what's that?" I hide the paper quickly behind as I hear  Niall speak.

"It's nothing!"

"I am watching a movie and was wondering if you wanted to join me. Is that okay?"

"Oh, of course! I'll be there." I say to Niall as I try to reach for a pocket on my pants. Unfortunately it doesn't have one.

"Victoria, hurry up, you're gonna miss it!" Niall shouts from the living room. I begin to panic. The paper was in my hands, but now it's gone. I don't know if I dropped it or what happened. I need to retrieve it.

"Victoria!" Niall kept on shouting.  I soon got so irritated, I just gave up. I headed out of the bedroom without knowing where the piece of paper went.  I'm sure it will be safe as long as Niall doesn't go inside the bedroom yet.

I feel a shred of hope as I think about the paper. What is on it? Sheryl's number.

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A/N  and the story continues, sorry for not doing my 5 day publish thingy, I took a break the last month because it's been one heck of school works 😑😑 but since summer vacation is coming up in my country (YAY! 🎉🎉) the regular updates would be back!  I am also proud to present my editor slaymestyless , she corrects me with the errors I make in my draft, she's amazing in editing and in writing too, go check her out, I think it would be worth it 😊. Have a nice day to everyone. Votes and Comments would be appreciated a lot 😊.

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