Chelsea's p.o.v.

I poke at Pluto for the hundredth time and he finally snaps biting my pointer finger. I wince at his teeth and flick my hand at his nose.

"Pluto, you're confused huh?" I talk to my cat. He meows.
"Me too. I don't understand this masks guys intentions." I roll around my bed. I glance up as I hear my phones buzz. I sigh and get up to my bathroom where I had recently left my phone. I pick it up reading the text I had received.

"Welcome to the game. - :D"

The number was unknown. I hit reply and continue to compose my message.

"What am I supposed to do?" I text. I icily got a reply back.

"First reply I've ever gotten, why don't you slowly let the others realize that they are all in the game?" For some reason I smile. It was intriguing. Go ahead call me weird or messed up, but when it gets called a game I just want to play.

"Others? There's more? Too bad, I thought I was special." I tease the masked guy. I was getting into the idea of a random mysterious guy involving me, it was like a movie starring me.

"The British and Irish guys." He replies.

"Wait, Harry? Louis? Niall? Their involved?" I question.

The thought of the curly haired ass made me get a bit mad.

"Don't forget Zayn and Liam." He says not answering my question.

"Who are they?" I ask. Seems like all I was doing was asking questions.

"You'll find out eventually, be patient. If you go back to the party of Niall's I promise a meeting of them."

He informs me. I smile, I was up for a challenge.

"One last thing, what's your name?" I finally send hoping for an answer.

"We'll if I told you that wouldn't be fun. Lets just say I'm at the party and I have vowel in my name, two in fact, but only two." He sends.

What are vowels again, E, A, O, U, I, Y, right?


Harry's p.o.v
"Niall!" I call wrapping one arm around his shoulder. He peeked up at me showing a slight glare. I glance up at the brunette girl and smile. She gave me a confused grin before pulling her hair behind her ear with her fingers.

"Harry!" A familiar dark skinned guy calls. Zayn walks up to us with Liam by his side. Zayn was dressed in his casual comic shirt and pants while Liam wore his tux.

"I'm busy Zayn." I reply. Niall glares up at me.

"No Zayn I'm busy, you can take Harry." Niall pouts. Zayn laughs putting his hands lover the two of us while Liam stood there.

"Come on lads, we're best mates don't fight." He tells us. I peek at Lorena who was standing there with the blankest expression of all time.

"Yeah, of course not." I assure him. Niall stands there pouting.

"Harry should back off." He whispers. Zayn looks to Niall, his eyebrows up.

"Do you like someone?" He asks. Niall shakes his head yes, however it seemed unsure and slow.

"Wait, do you like." I don't finish the sentence, knowing he would catch it. He nods his head. I smile,
scratching my head like I didn't know.

"Oh! Sorry Ni, I didn't know." I lie.

"Ey." Liam speaks up. Zayn's hands slide off of our shoulders.

"Liam and I need to talk about something." Zayn whispers. Liam signals to follow. Niall looks back to Lorena telling her he had to leave.
"Of course." I reply following them to a separate room, I had a hunch about what it was about.