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Mr.X [Coming Soon]
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Niall and Zayn sat in the small room of the hotal, it was competele slient, the only thing you could hear was the 'tik tok, tik tok' from the small clock above the door.
They didn't feel right, they felt like something was happening, something really bad, and they were right.
An old man stood from the other buliding, looking through there window, he has a caremra in his hand, you could hear it make a click every now and then.
Zayn stood up, letting out and sigh and going over to the window, he didn't notice the man, why would he, he looked down at the people below, before closing the blinds, cutting of the old mans veiw.
He put his camra back in his drawer, waiting until the next time, he gets to see his boys.
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