Mia's POV:

The devestating news hits us all as we sit in our first period classes—which Zayn was absent from. "Students, may we have your attention?"

My whole class quiets down, the only thing heard is the heavy breathing of
every student. "We have some very sad news for you all today. Our own Delila
Young has been missing since after school yesterday. The police are doing their very best to bring her home safely. They will be calling some students down to the office for some questions. Have a good rest of the day."

It's completely quiet in the classroom before a boy asks, "Are they saying she's kidnapped or something?"

The teacher shakes their head. "No, no. They aren't sure whether it's kidnap or she just ran away."

A discussion is brought around as the only thought that enters my mind is the scream in Zayn's home.

I walk down the hallway absentmindedly as Harry walks up to me. "Mia, can we please talk? Just hear me out."

"Okay." I agree, fiddling with my fingers.

"The reason I don't like Zayn is because I see him as a threat."

"How so?"

"You like him and I like you. That's the only reason I don't like him."

"Okay, but why doesn't he like you?" I ask, staring into his worried eyes.

"He knows I like you, that's why." He admits, looking down at his feet.

"I see." I head towards the library as he follows me contiously. "Well, how about you come over to my house for some dinner tonight? My mom's making some salmon with quinoa and she would love to have somebody over."

He grins, "I don't see why not."

"I'll see you at six, then." I smile before walking away.

"Mia Clarke, head down to the principal's office." A voice over the intercom orders me.

Sighing, I readjust my backpack and head down to the office. I knock on the door after I get passed the secretary, and the door opens. An officer greets me formaly and asks me to come in.
I walk in and sit down a cross from him. "How're you Ms. Clarke?"

"I'm okay. Just a bit shocked on what happened with Delila." I admit, staring straight into his bright blue eyes.

"Aren't we all?" He asks, tapping his pen. "May I ask you a few questions?"

"Yes."

"Do you know Delila Young?"

"I do." I tell him as he scribbles down my answer on his paper.

"How well did you know her?"

"Not too well on a personal level." I admit. It's true, we weren't good friends and never had hung out or anything like that.

"I see. How would you describe your relationship with her?" The officer asks, looking at me intensly.

"Acquaintances."

"Okay. Have you seen or heard anything suspicious since yesterday?"

My mind wanders to the screaming in Zayn's house, but he said it was just his aunt. "No."

"And have you had any contact with Delila since yesterday?"

"No, officer." I reply, my mind still on Zayn.

Walking through the door, my mom greets me. "Hey Mia."

"Hi mom. I invited Harry over for dinner tonight, is that okay?"

"Yes, that's perfectly fine." She grins, standing up. "I'll start dinner."

"Okay." I agree, dropping my backpack.

"Before you go upstairs, will you do me a favor and take Zayn's jacket over to
his house? He left it over here last time he came over for dinner."

"Sure." I grab the jacket from my mom's hands and walk over to his house.

My walk slows as I stare up at his house, cautiously. Just something about his house made me anxious. I didn't know what, but it was surely something. Heading up his stairs, I knock on his door. I soon hear some footsteps and the door opens, revealing
Zayn. His hair is slightly messy and he wears nothing but black. "Hello Mia."

"Hi Zayn." I smile, trying not to check him out. "My mom said you left this over at our house and wanted to return it."

He grabs his jacket from my outstreched hands, and thanks me. "Why thank you, Mia. I was wondering where this went."

I laugh and continue the conversation. "How's your aunt?"

"My what?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Y-Your aunt..." I mumble, confused. "She wasn't doing too well when I last came over."

"Oh." His eyes widen, and he shrugs it off with a small laugh. "Yeah, my aunt. She's doing fine so far."

"Oh, that's good." My mind races a hundred miles a minute as I wonder how the hell he forgot he has an aunt who he lives with. "Did you hear about Delila?"

"What about her?"

"She went missing yesterday after school. They aren't sure if it's a kidnapping or she ran away. But the
police came to our school and asked some questions."

"Oh, I didn't even know!" His eyes widen, and he goes on. "Did you get questioned?"

"Yes." I tell him as he leans against his door frame.

"What did they ask you?"

"Just how well we knew each other, and if I've heard or seen anything suspicious since yesterday."

His eyes go dark, slightly. "What did you say?"

"I said no." I reply, shaking slightly.

"Good, we wouldn't want to make accusations now would we?" Zayn asks, the wind starting to blow a bit harder.

"No, we wouldn't."

I head home with Zayn and I's conversation on my mind. What am I even thinking? He couldn't have had anything to do with Delila, and I'm crazy for thinking so!

My mom tells me dinner is almost done as I walk through the door, and I check the time—5:30. Harry would be here in thirty minutes. I head upstairs and close my bedroom door, overwhelmed. My mind is everywhere as I walk over to my window and see a black crow staring straight into my window.

The door bell rings and I run down the stairs to answer it. I open the door and I see Harry standing nervously with a
white button top on and flowers in his hand. "Hello, Mia."

"Harry!" I grin, opening the door wider. "Come on in."

He steps in and I close the door. "These are for you."

I grab the bouqet of flowers from his large hands and thank him. "Thank you so much, Harry."

"No problem." He follows me into the kitchen, and I quickly put the flowers in a vase with water. "You have a lovely home, Mia."

"You are too sweet." I laugh, making his eyes light up instantly. "Follow me."

Harry follows me into my dining room, and greets my parents. "Hello, Mrs. and Mr. Clarke. It is such a pleasure to meet you both."

"It's our pleasure, Harry." My mom smiles. "Have a seat. I hope you like salmon and quinoa."

"Love it, actually."

"Fantastic!"

During the dinner, my parents seemed to like Harry just fine. The only thing was that they obviously didn't like him as much as Zayn. I couldn't help but find that odd, but I shrugged it off.

"Well, they did. And I just used some persuasion, my trick to getting anything I want in the world."

"I can never persuade anyone." I pout, laughing afterwards.

"I have the upper hand though, Mia."

"How so?"

"I never kiss and tell."

I gulp at our conversation from awhile ago. I never thought too much about it, but now I can't help but do so. What was the upper hand he talked about? It was surely odd (now that I thought about it) how well he got along with my parents. But it was also odd how charming he was, it must just be his personality.

After dinner is over, I walk Harry out to his car as the rain pours lightly. "I had a great time."

I smile, "I did too. Thanks for coming over."

"My pleasure, really. Your parents are great."

"They can be."

He laughs and we sit in silence. "I really do like you, Mia."

The rain seems to pour down harder, and I shield myself as best I can. "I
don't know how I feel about you, Styles."

"I can live with that." Harry tells me. "If you think about how you feel about me."

"I can do that." The rain soon turns to hail.

"Odd how the weather can change so suddenly." He notes.

"Agreed." I laugh as the hail pelts me.

"You get inside, won't you?"

"Okay, drive home safely."

"I always do." He grins before hopping into his car.

My phone rings and I pick it up, curiously. "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mia Clarke?" A woman's voice asks, calmly.

"It is."

"Your friend Harry Styles got into a car wreck." She tells me, and my heart stops.

"Is he okay?" I ask, pacing.

"Yes, for the most part he is. Just broke a few ribs, a broken leg, and a major concussion. He told us to call you, immediately."

"Can I see him?"

"Yes, you can. He wants to see you really bad, keeps muttering your name."

A small smile falls onto my lips. "How did this happen?"

"His car lost control, but he's alive."

"I'll be there soon." I tell her, jumping up and heading downstairs to tell my mom. "I have to go!"

"At this time?" She asks, looking over at my dad.

"It's Harry-"

"I don't like that boy as much as Zayn." My dad comments, and my mom nods in agreement.

"God, that isn't the point! It doesn't matter who you like better, he's hurt. His car lost control, and he's in the hospital. I need to go see him!" I tell them, angrily.

My mom nods. "Okay, you're right. Tell us how he's doing."

I grab my keys and head outside, frantically. A shriek escapes my lips as a hand is placed on my shoulder. I whip around and see Zayn staring at me with worried eyes. "Everything alright?"

"No, Harry's hurt." I tell him, my heart still beating a mile a minute.

"Oh," He grimaces. "Can I go with?"

"Yes, you can." I agree, shivering.

Zayn takes off his jacket, and gives it to me. "You need it more then me."

I thank him and put on his jacket, warmth greeting immediately. "Let's go."

He hops into the car with me, "What happened?"

"His car went out of control is all, he's okay for the most part."

"Tragic." He mumbles quietly, a ghost of a smirk on his face.

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Zayn's getting even shadier and I love it. Shady Zayn gives me life to be honest.

I really hope you are all enjoying this book so far, and I would love to hear your theories! Just comment them right here, and I'll make sure to read and reply to them.