Y/N Y/L/N is forced to return to the town where she was born for extraordinary reasons. Her father is extremely sick and on the verge of passing away. Alsfield has changed and is far from what she remembers and even though she lived in town until he...
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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as Y/N slowly opened her eyes. The events of the previous days flooded her mind—Harry, the town, Niall, and the mysteries that seemed to dance just beyond her grasp. She sighed, her thoughts a tangle of curiosity and uncertainty.
With a determined exhale, Y/N reached for her phone on the nightstand. She needed to talk to someone, to share the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed her. Her fingers tapped out the familiar numbers, and after a few rings, her best friend Evelyn's voice echoed through the line.
"Hey, Eve," Y/N greeted her friend, her voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and eagerness.
"Y/N! How's your trip going?" Evelyn's voice held a note of excitement.
Y/N settled back against the pillows, her thoughts gathering as she began to recount the events of the previous day. "It's been... eventful, to say the least. I spent the day at this gray beach with Harry."
Evelyn's voice perked up with intrigue. "Ooh, a beach day with a mysterious guy? Tell me more!"
A soft smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips as she began to share the details—the fog, the wind, and the way Harry's presence seemed to make even the simplest moments feel magical. "It's strange, Evelyn. I felt like he really heard me, you know? And even doing the most ordinary things, he's... attractive."
Evelyn's laughter echoed through the line. "Well, sounds like you're falling head over heels, Y/N!"
Y/N's cheeks warmed at her friend's teasing. "No, it's not like that. It's just... different."
As the conversation flowed, Y/N felt a mix of relief and anxiety. She wanted to share everything—the encounters with Harry, the mysteries of the town, and even Niall's enigmatic presence. But when she tried to broach the subject of Niall, her words faltered, and she found herself unable to articulate the strange connection she felt to him.
"I also met this guy named Niall," Y/N began, her voice hesitating.
Evelyn's voice held a note of curiosity. "Niall? Is he another town mystery?"
Y/N's heart raced as she struggled to put her thoughts into words. "Yeah, he's a part of the town, and there's something... off about him. But I can't really explain it. It's like there's a connection between him, the woods, and this... creature."
