Liam woke up the next morning and saw that his arm was wrapped around Rose. "Were we spooning in our sleep?" he wondered as his heart started to race. He decided it would be best not to tell her and he carefully took his arm off of her. He slid out of bed and hopped in the shower. After, he made his way downstairs.

Rose was in an empty white room. And she was running. She was running as fast as she could, but no matter how hard she ran, she couldn't get any closer. It was as if she was running in place. But she kept going, trying to get to where Liam was being held at gunpoint. The man holding the gun didn't have a face; it was completely blank, like it had been blurred out. Rose was finally getting closer, but she was too late. He pulled the trigger.

Rose's eyes shot open and she quickly surveyed her surroundings, discovering that she wasn't in the empty room anymore; she was in Liam's room. Making this realization, she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled a little. The girl rolled over to face Liam, only to find that he wasn't there. She started to worry.

"Liam?" she called out. There was no answer. She got out of the bed and went into the hallway. "Liam?" she called out again, only to receive the same response: nothing. She started to panic. Rose ran down the stairs and stopped when she got to the kitchen. There was Liam, headphones in his ears, and plates of food surrounding him. He turned around and smiled when he saw Rose, taking his headphones out of his ears.

"What's all this?" Rose inquired.

"Well, you had kind of a rough night, so I wanted to make you feel better," Liam grinned.

"Liam, you really didn't have to do this! You've done so much already!"

"I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to," he responded. "Here," he said as he handed her a plate full of bacon and sausage.

"Oh, I um...I'm a vegetarian," Rose said softly.

"Well then these will be perfect for you," Liam gestured toward a tall stack of pancakes. Rose started to laugh lightly and Liam joined in. They both really needed that. Just as Liam was about to take a bite of his breakfast, his phone started to ring. He checked the caller I.D. to see who it was. Scott.

"Hello?"

"Liam, hey you need to come over here right now. We have some stuff we all need to talk about," Scott said urgently on the other line.

"I'm kinda busy right now…" Liam looked over at Rose and smiled awkwardly.

"This can't wait. Get here as soon as you can," Scott said as he ended the phone call. Liam put his phone back in his pocket.

"I'm sorry but I have to go. Scott needs me," Liam said to Rose. "You can stay here while I'm gone though. I'll try not to be too long."

"Liam, you don't have to rush home to protect me," she laughed. "You can be gone for as long as you need to!" With that, Liam grabbed his jacket, said bye to Rose, and ran out the door. She finished her breakfast and cleaned up a bit. Suddenly, she heard a strange creaking noise from upstairs. The same fear from the previous night started to creep up on her, but she tried her best to convince herself that she was just imagining things. But she heard the noise again. She looked across the kitchen and saw a lacrosse stick lying across one of the chairs. She quickly walked over and picked it up, ready to swing it at any possible intruders. She slowly ascended the stairs and stopped once she reached the top. She carefully went into every room to see if anyone was there, but there was no one. Breathing a sigh of relief, she walked back downstairs. But as she walked into the kitchen, she felt a large, cold hand cover her mouth. She tried to scream, but the hand stifled any sound she made.

"Finally," a man's sinister voice sounded from behind her.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a little short! Who do you think the man is and what do you think is going to happen to Rose? Thanks for reading!