Mia's POV:

My nerves surge through my veins as I head off the plane into the cold crisp Alaskan air. I take a deep breath and fresh air flows through my lungs, the cold burning them slightly.

With my bags in my hands, I head down to my Uber. My driver puts my bags in the trunk and then starts driving me to my destination.

"We're here." My Uber driver smiles at me, opening my door.

"Thank you." I grin, handing him the money I owe. "I hope you have a good day."

"Thank you, ma'am! I hope you do too."

I head inside and go to the front desk, getting ready to check in. I wait and stand in front of the desk until a lady appears, with a big smile.

"Hello! How may I help you?"

"I need to check into my room."

"Okay, what is your name?" She asks, looking at me intently.

"Martha Keller." I smile, the lie slipping through my teeth like poison.

The lady types a few things and then looks up at me, "Welcome, Ms. Keller! You are all checked in. Your room will be 203."

"Thank you." I smile as she hands me a key with the numbers "203" on it.

Without another word, I grab my things and head up the stairs to floor two. As I get to my room, I put my things down, and unlock my door, entering my new room for the next few days.

As soon as I am all settled in, I grab my laptop and head to a café near the motel I am staying in. When I enter, a wave of emotion hits me as millions of memories seem to play in my mind like a movie.

I try to shake them off as I open my laptop and head onto Google. My fingers hover over the keyboard before I look up something I have been trying to avoid for a long time.

Although I don't know if the memories of Harry and I are valid, they feel just as Zayn and I's did. All I could think was these were the truth, and Harry and I were amazing friends.

Harry Styles Obituary

Harry Edward Styles was loved by many throughout his town of Longdale, Louisiana. At just the age of 18, his life was ripped from his hands. He will forever be missed by his friends and family.

I let out a shaky breath as my eyes skim over his obituary. This is too short for him...he deserves so much more.

Before I can even stop it, my breathing starts becoming heavy and it becomes harder to breathe every waking second. I grab my chest and try to control my breathing, but to no avail.

Suddenly, a hand is placed on my should and I whirl around to see a cute old man in front of me. "Hello dear...are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine..." I tell him, choking on my breath slightly.

"You know, when my wife used to have panic attacks during her bad days, I would always run her a nice hot bubble bath and then go to buy her flowers to make her feel better."

My anxiety lifts instantly and I smile at the old man, "That's very sweet."

"I suggest you go home and have your man run you a bath." The man tells me, nodding his head.

"I-I don't have a man." I laugh nervously.

"Jesus! What is wrong with this world? You are far too beautiful not to have somebody. In my days, you would've been snatched up instantly!"

"Boys are dogs these days, Mr...?"

"Call me Matt, please. And yes, they are! I agree with you. It must be a hard time finding a good man, yes?"

"You have no idea." I smirk.

"All you ladies deserve better, I believe." He shakes his head, leaning on his cane.

"You're so sweet."

"What's your name, darling?"

"Mi-Martha." I smile, correcting myself.

"What a lovely name!"

"We need more guys like you." I wink, laughing and touching his arm.

He grabs his chest, "I was touched by an angel."

"I think it was the other way around."

"No, no! Now, I am sorry that I bothered you, Martha. I must be heading out." Matt smiles, tipping his hat.

"It was no bother, really." I tell him, standing up and opening the door for him.

"Thank you, Martha. I hope you have an amazing day."

"You too, Matt."

After he's gone, I head to the bathroom. I look in the mirror before turning on the faucet and splashing water in my face.

I dry my hands and face off and head back to my table, a big smile forming on my face as I see a huge bouquet of flowers on my table.

To: Martha

From: Matt

"Please go take a nice bath and relax, you deserve it."

I decide after I am done researching Zayn, I'll head home and take the man's advice. But first, I need to do what I came for.

Moving the cursor over the search engine, I type in "Zayn Malik". Results pop up, but none of which are actually him.

I search through tons and tons of pictures, but to no avail.

He's not dumb, I know that. If he were to run away, he would change his name. Because there was always that slim chance I would remember him. But the question is, how do I find him? Was there a name he used secretly? Did he ever say any names I didn't know?

I rub my temples and shut my laptop. I really need to think this over.

*At Motel*

When I am all dressed in my bikini, I grab my towel and head down to the in-door pool. I slowly walk down the stairs into the water and am relieved when nobody else is here.

I go under the water and go back up, slicking my wet hair back. I swim a few laps back and forth before deciding to just lay on my back for a minute.

I stare up at the ceiling and let my mind go blank. After some time, I get off my back and submerge under water, letting the cold pool water elope me.

When I get to the bottom, I open my eyes and look up at the top of the pool, where the oxygen is waiting for me to come back up.

Without thinking, I close my eyes and turn my head forward. When I open my eyes again, I let out a frightened scream as Harry is right in front of me. He smirks slightly and presses a finger to my mouth, hushing me.

I kick myself against the pool wall and emerge to the top as fast as I can. I get myself out of the pool as fast as I can and I sit on the concrete floor, breathing heavy.

That did not just happen.

The next morning, I head into the town and decide to ask around to see if there are any new comers. I decide to go to the bar and see what I could find out.

I walk in and sit at the bar, looking over the many people seated around me. The bartender smiles and walks up to me, "What can I get you?"

I flash a smile at him, "Just a gin and tonic, please."

"Coming right up."

He comes back with my drink, "Thank you so much. Hey, can I ask you something?"

The dark-haired guy turns to me, "Sure."

"Do you know of any new comers here?"

"Why?"

"I'm just asking." I smile, biting my lip for effect.

The bartender smirks, "Yeah. One moved in not too far from here."

"Oh, yeah? A guy or girl?"

"Guy, he comes here often."

"Can you tell me what he looks like?" I ask, my heart rate quickening.

"Tall, dark hair, brown eyes, darker skin." He shrugs, wiping the counters around him.

I can't help the smile finding its way onto my face, "Do you happen to know where he lives?"

"Is he your ex or something?"

"What? No...I mean, yeah. He is."

"And you want to win him back?" The man asks, smiling slightly.

"Yeah, that's exactly it." I admit, tapping my fingers.

"Okay. I can help you. I believe he lives on Waterbridge Lane. His house won't be hard to miss, it's the only house up the road about half a mile."

"Thank you so much, this means so much to me."

"Anytime, doll."

As I stand up to leave, my eyes widen as three policemen walk in, walking straight up to the bartender. I hurry and grab my bag, trying to stay calm as I head to the back of the bar.

I turn around and watch the police pull out a picture, showing the bartender and asking him some questions. The bartender makes eye contact with me and bites the inside of his cheek. He then looks back to the police before shaking his head no.

Without thinking anymore, I turn back around and head down the dimly lit hallway to another exit.

I step outside and my world slowly crashes down.

There is no way those policemen were not looking for me. I can't stay here any longer. I need to go to the address the bartender gave to me, and then I need to leave immediately.

I hop in my car and put in the address before pulling out of the parking lot, heading to the destination that could either be the best thing that has happened to me or the worst.

When I finally get to the house, I put my car in park and get out, rubbing my clammy hands against my jeans.

My steps are slow and hesitant as I walk up the stairs, getting closer to the front door with each step.

Before I know it, I stand face-to-face with the front door. I take a deep breath and knock, getting ready for the best or worst.

I hear footsteps and then see the door open, showing a silhouette of a man.

My hopes rise, "Zayn?"

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Here is the second chapter of "Shadows"! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm sorry for the long wait, I had a bit of writers block but I forced myself to get this up for you all.

If you love paranormal beings books please be sure to check out my book "The Box//L.T"! It is going to be AMAZING. 

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