A/N
Oh my god this is so horrible. I came back almost a year after I wrote this chapter and edited it so I could make it better. I see how much my writing has grown since I have finished this book and written more. I see now that I'm going to have to go through and edit every single chapter of this which is probably going to take me a while, but it needs to be done lol. Anyways, please continue reading because you are so cool and smell like bananas k luv u fam
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Chapter 1
I walked through the empty streets of New York. As a 17 year old girl, of course you would feel just a little uncomfortable walking the vacant streets at midnight. It was cool outside, cold enough that when I breathed, I could see my breath in the chilly air. I worked late tonight, and I was exhausted. Pulling my jacket tighter to my chest, I walked a little faster to my apartment which was located a few blocks away.
I noticed a street light starting to flicker rapidly, but I didn't pay any mind to it. I've never really been the kind of person to get scared at small, petty things. I don't jump or stay up late due to horror movies. Horror movies are fake. Ghosts are fake. Monsters are fake. It's all fake. Psychotic people? They're real. That's what the world needs to put emphasis on. That's what the world need to warn people about; not vampires, or goblins, etc.
There has been a pattern of missing people in the past couple of months. I watched my feet as I walked, kicking a small pebble ahead of me. One of those people happened to be Niall Horan. I had mixed emotions about this. I can't grasp the fact of how some sick person could have done something to all of these people? The world is so much different that it used to be. I've heard all of these stories about how the world used to be this wonderful, peaceful place where children could play anywhere around town without the parents having to worry about them being abducted, or how people could sleep with their doors unlocked because they wouldn't have to worry about anyone coming in while they were sleeping. Those are the days in which I wished I would have lived.
I walked up the steps of my apartment building and unlocked the door. My shoes slid off my feet at the door as I pushed it open, and flicked the light on. My apartment was a complete mess. I hadn't been home a lot lately. I have had to work late for the past two weeks with the police station, because of all of these Missing Persons cases.
I trotted to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. I slid off my clothes and climbed in. I shivered as the hot water soothed my aching back and it began to loosen up my muscles. I threw my head back, resting my head against the cool tile wall.
I keep finding myself thinking about all of these missing people. I've been on the crime scenes, with my uncle. He's the detective that this case was assigned to. And there is never any sign of evidence. Whoever was doing this.. Knew what they were doing. Niall was the last one to go missing when he had left the hotel to go walking to clear his head one night.
Or at least that's what Harry Styles tells the paparazzi and the police.
My thoughts were cut off my my bathroom light flickering. New York must be experiencing electricity problems tonight. Luckily, I had finished my shower, so I turned off the water and climbed out. I grabbed a fluffy cotton towel and wrapped it around my body.
The light was going crazy, flickering rapidly before completely going out.
Groaning, I felt around for the light switch. I should know my own bathroom. I mumbled to myself as I kept searching. Finally, after many failed attempts, I found it, and flicked the switch a couple times, but it did no good. I think the bulb was blown.
I quickly got dressed and climbed under my comforter. I really really needed sleep.
The faces of the missing people shuffled through my mind, one by one.. Hayley, which was a girl I went to school with, and a couple others I didn't know that well. I eventually fell asleep when it landed on Niall's.
