Mirrored Hearts//Harry Styles//

Prologue

Growing up, I've always had a different perspective of the world. It was all thanks to my grandmother. Although I am perfectly aware that there are others who also had the same mindset as I did, I felt as though there was something far deeper and greater that none of us have ever imagined.

My grandmother or Nonna, as my family used to call her, always used to tell me stories of the extraordinary encounters she had as a child. She would sit with me on the wooden steps in front of our house, it was where we always had our most unforgettable conversations. She told me that she would see shadows that didnt belong to anything or anyone tangible on the walls of her old bungalow. Since she was merely just a child, the elders looked at her situation as another version of "the boy who cried wolf".

The one story that stuck to my mind was when she was 10. She was home alone and the electricity was out. She had candles burning around the house to illuminate the darkness. Nonna used to say that whenever she was alone with the lights out, she would sit in front of her mirror and talk. The infamous antique mirror that takes up most of the space in Nonna's room in our house. She didn't say who she was having a conversation with. She just said there is always someone listening. Nonna also said that who she was talking to in the mirror loved candles. Without them, it becomes shy and doesn't come to talk to Nonna. Whenever the flames burned brighter, it meant that it was watching and listening intently and the flame would turn blue when it was mad.

Years passed but alas no one in her small village would believe her. She would tell me that they didn't think that she was insane or she just wanted attention. She said that they knew she was right, only that they were too scared to admit it.

I was pretty much the only grandchild who was open to her stories. I was the closest to nonna so it was only natural for me to be gravitated towards her beliefs and fascinations.

10 years later, Nonna passed away peacefully in her bedroom. Now what was quite strange about her bedroom was the excessive amount of mirrors on her every wall. All of which were antiques and were priceless. None of my family members questioned it that much thinking it was a hobby of nonna to collect antique mirrors. However, I knew that that wasn't the case especially with someone like Nonna.

Nonna entrusted onto me her jewelry box which for some reason, I couldn't open. There was a key slot but I had no key that could open the box much to my frustration.

I still believe that our world is full of mysteries that many of us are too scared to unravel. But spending most of my childhood with Nonna, I guess I know where I got my thirst for answers and adventures from.

AYYYY! Heres a short introduction for all of you!!! Thanks for taking the time to give my story a chance, I do admit I am pretty new at this but I wont let that get in the way of the quality of my works.

This story will be messed up mixture of Romance, the Supernatural, Adventure, Mystery, and maybe a teeny bit of humor :D

My chapters aren't that long and they aren't that short either. It's just how I like to break things down by chapter.

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