Mia's POV:

I lick my dry lips as the silhouette steps forward into the light, and my heart suddenly falls.

The man smiles, "I'm sorry. I think you have the wrong person?"

He looks similar to Zayn, but obviously not him.

My smile falls, "Uh...yeah. I suppose so."

"I'm Ty."

"Martha."

"Nice to meet you, Martha." Ty smiles, shaking my hand. "Who's this Zayn guy to you?"

Tears slowly fill my eyes, but I blink them away. "My ex. I'm kind of...trying to save our relationship."

Dread fills his eyes, "I'm so sorry to disappoint. Is he here in Juneau?"

"I thought he would be, I guess I was wrong."

"I wish I could help you out, Martha."

"No, no. It's totally fine. I have one more place to check." I smile, walking backwards. "Thank you for your time, Ty."

"Anytime! I wish you the best of luck." He tells me, waving.

I get into my car and pull away from his house, my spirit broken.

As soon as I get to my motel, I head inside and pack all my belongings, hoping to leave as soon as possible. I grab all my bags and turn the light off, heading down to the front desk.

The lady smiles at me as I hand her my key, "I hope you enjoyed your stay!"

"Yes, I did." I smile, signing out.

"Have a nice time, Ms. Keller."

"You too." I tell her, grabbing my bag and heading out the front doors.

I step out the doors and my eyes wander over my surroundings. I go to my car and put all my stuff into the trunk before heading to the café.

Entering, I smile as I see the person I was looking for. I head over and sit directly across from them, "Hello Matt."

His eyes light up, "Hello Martha! How have you been? I've missed seeing your beautiful face around here!"

"I've been doing some soul searching." I smirk, laughing. "I have come to see you because I'm leaving today."

Matt gasps, "What? Are you really?"

"I am, I have to head somewhere else."

"I understand, young lady. Alaska will miss your shining eyes and beautiful smile."

A grin stretches across my face, "I'll surely miss talking with you."

"As will I."

With a muffin and chai in hand, I head down to my car and get in. Taking a deep breath, I then start the ignition, heading down to the airport.

I return the car I rented and head down to the plane leaving to Moscow, Russia. They take my bags and from then on out, I'm on my own.

As I exit the warm security of inside, I hug my coat closer to my body. My strides get faster and before I know it, I'm heading up the stairs to the plane.

Suddenly, I stop in my tracks when I hear an all too familiar voice.

"Mia Clarke, my, you look ravishing."

My breathing turns slower as I turn around and come face-to-face with Harry Styles. "...H-How?"

He rolls his eyes, "I thought your parents taught you better manners than this. No hello for an old friend?"

"How are you here?" I ask, making my voice sound stronger.

"I made a new friend that helped me."

"Why are you here?"

"Always right to the point, Mia. No small chat?"

"No." I tell him, folding my arms.

"Fine, fine." He grins. "I think you know exactly why I'm here."

"Zayn?"

"Ah, bingo!"

"What do you need with him?" I ask, growing nervous.

"I need him gone." Harry tells me, his eyes growing increasingly dark.

"Harry, no!"

"Mia, you're either with me or against me. If you're against me, you die."

"I-I..." I stutter, trying to find the right words.

"Choose wisely." He instructs, licking his lips.

"I-I can't Harry...you know that. I'm against you." My voice comes out strong and determined and it makes him falter a bit.

"Then you die."

Before I even realize what's happening, Harry draws out a gun and points it straight at me. My eyes widen in fear and I duck down as soon as he fires, the bullet whirling over me. With surprise evident on his face, he goes to point downwards at me and fire. In the heat of the moment, I kick my leg up and knock it straight out of his hands.

The gun glides across the concrete ground and Harry and I make eye contact before we both dive for it. My breathing turns heavy as I grab a hold of the gun and roll on my back, pointing the gun straight between his eyes.

"What're you going to do Mia? Kill me?" Harry laughs, closing his eyes.

"Harry, I don't want to have to. Please...leave." I tell him, almost begging.

He laughs darkly before standing up and walking away, no other words said. As soon as he is gone, I drop the gun and put my head in my hands.

*In Russia*

I rub my dry hands as I step off the plane into the freezing cold. The first thing I do is go and grab my bags before heading to my motel.

As soon as I get all settled in, I open my laptop and crack my fingers before doing some more research.

I just need to think. I can find him, I know I can. I don't think he would change his name, because he thinks I forgot all about him.

Zayn Malik + Russia

No Results

I groan before looking up some more things, praying to God I would find something. Anything.

After an hour of searching, I end up with absolutely nothing. With all hope lost, I type in Russia and click on a related search. It takes me to searches related to Putin, the president.

I click on images and scroll through, rubbing my eyes. My heart stops when I click on a picture of Putin and some men, one right next to him slightly blurred.

My hands shake as I click on the website the picture is from.

Putin's Mystery Helper

For a short while, we have noticed a man with Putin. We never can get a good photo and figure out who he is, because he is always covered up.

This worries the people of Russia, making them think he is some sort of ally he has made with another country they don't know about.

But, there is nothing to worry about guys! We got in contact with an inside source and they have said, "This man is nobody you should worry about. He is just a helper of Putin and is no threat to any of us. He just doesn't like to be photographed and well known. It's an anonymity thing. No big deal."

There you have it! This man is nothing to fear and is just helping Putin out.

I zoom in on the picture and can barely breathe as I realize how there is a huge possibility this is Zayn.

I need to get to him. I need to see for myself.

Without thinking, I grab my coat and head outside. I need fresh air, right now. This is all too much to handle. This "mystery man" might actually be Zayn...the one I've traveled thousands of miles for.

I head outside and rest my body against the outside of my motel. My eyes close and I let my breathing slow down as everybody passes me.

My eyes re-open and I notice three very nicely dressed women in their mid-20s talking amongst themselves, getting ready to cross the street.

They check both ways before starting to go. My eyes widen as I am the only one to notice a truck speeding down the road, towards the one in the back.

"Hey!" I scream, pushing past people, trying to get to them.

They don't hear me and the truck gets closer. That's when I notice there is nobody actually in the car.

I take a deep breath before running full speed towards them as the car gets closer and closer. I then brace myself and slam my body into hers as the truck almost hits her.

She screams as we both fall to the ground, me landing straight on top of her. I roll off of her and she sits up with wild eyes as she watches the truck hit a building, "You just saved my life."

I laugh breathlessly, "No problem."

Her friends run over to us and help her up as I get up and brush the dirt off of me. "I don't know how I could ever properly thank you..."

"It was no problem, really." I grin, shaking her hand. "I'm Martha."

"It's so nice to meet you, I'm Adelaide." She grins, brushing her bright blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Adelaide. I should probably get going..."

"No! I want to invite you to a party tonight...my uncle is throwing it. A thank you for saving me." She invites, grinning.

"Okay, I would love too. Where is it?" I ask, rubbing my arms.

"Red Square."

My mouth falls open, "Who is your uncle?"

Adelaide blushes, "Nobody."

I shrug, "Okay...sure. I'll go. I'm guessing I should dress formal?"

"Yes! There are some amazing dress shops around here. I'll have somebody come bring you an invitation. Where are you staying?"

"Just at the motel right over there." I tell her, pointing down to it. I can't help but feel a bit embarrassed.

"Okay, great! And what's your full name?"

"Martha Keller."

"Okay, amazing! I'll have that delivered around noon. Again, thank you so much and I can not thank you enough. I'll see you later tonight!" She tells me, kissing my cheek.

I wave goodbye with a smile and as soon as she's gone, I pull out my phone and google her.

Adelaide + Russia + Famous

Suddenly a picture of her pops up next to no one other than the president of Russia.

Holy shit...

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Soooo very sorry for this very shitty chapter. I already know it's not one of my bests, and I'm sorry. 

This literally took me two weeks to write and I can't apologize enough. I'm so terrible, lmao. I'll really truly try my best to update more often. I honestly kind of just had no inspiration.

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