Lurking Shadows [Harry Styles]

Chapter 1

-Chapter 1-

*Hale's POV*

The music and base pumped through my body, sending chilling vibrations throughout the whole house.

I grabbed a duster and swung it in front of my mouth, taking a deep breath.

"When your ready come and get it! Na, na na na, na na na na!" I screamed out at the top of my lungs. I continued to scream until I ran out of breath.

After I had my shout out I resumed dusting the house. One more chore after vacuuming, sweeping, shining scrubbing, ect.

I just cannot stand a dirty house. Just how I am I guess... Maybe I'm a germaphobe... Nah.

Once I had finished dusting, I flopped into my brown fuzzy couch, and relaxed.

Seeming as though I live alone, and all my family has either died or moved far from this town, I keep this old house pretty darn clean.

I was still jamming out to my music when I heard a loud knock on the door.

Crap. I probably woke the neibours again... That's the 3rd time this month...

*Bang* *Bang* I heard them slamming their fist in the door repeatedly.

"Coming!!" I yelled, my 18 year old body not wanting to get up after cleaning the whole day. I got up and started running down the stairs, almost falling.

When I opened the door, I was met with the worn and wrinkled face of Mrs. Smith.

Her eyes scanned me for a second, and then her eyes crinkled, revealing her sweet old smile.

"If you don't mind dearie, could you turn that music down? I can't sleep with that ruckus." She asked politely, smiling while doing so.

She knew my past, and that was probably the only reason she was so nice to me.

"Oh of course Mrs. Smith! I am so sorry, I was just cleaning and I lost track of time." I explained, looking at my watch, realizing it was almost midnight.

"Shhh dearie, it okay. I understand, but please keep it down." She said quietly, her voice cracking as she broke out into a fit of coughs.

I saw something in the tall trees across from our street that lead into the forest. Almost like a figure of a tall man.

"Dearie? Hale?" Mrs. Smith took hold of my shoulder shaking it a little.

I looked at her and back to the trees, the figure gone. Staring back at her, I realized that she was breathing quite heavily.

"Are you alright Mrs. smith? Would you like me to walk you home?" I asked politely.

"Yes... That would... Be nice..." She spoke quietly in between her heavy breaths.

I quickly grabbed my black iPhone before I helped her. I take it everywhere, just in case of emurgency.

I linked my arm with hers, helping her down my porch steps. Her house was about a quarter mile down the street, our neiborhood was quite spread out.

Suddenly she started to sink to the ground, grasping her chest.

"Mrs. Smith!?!" I yelled, alarmed. Trying to lay her down as smoothly as possible, I took my jacket and laid it on top of her.

"Just hold on, I will get you some help." I whispered soothingly to her as I dialed 911.

My body shivered, only being dressed in short shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top, with no shoes on.