Shadows *complete*

They were five. They were at the top. Until that day, two years ago. Five became three.
They never understood what had truly happened. Until that day, two years too late.
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21. Back in London



Looking around ma at the boards, I quickly made my way out of the train station. The place was overcrowded with people so there weren’t many chances they could find me there but you never knew. They must have expected me to come back in London to find Zayn and the train was the only solution I had to come back there. And I didn’t who they had sent to Sheffield. Maybe Liam and Louis or just one of them or just Paul; I didn’t know. But I was almost sure there still was one of them in London.

Once outside, I took the small sheet of paper with the address and tried to define a way to go there. It wasn’t close to the train station but I couldn’t afford to take the underground or a taxi so I would have to walk. And I better take the hugest avenue where I could be hidden in the crowd. I turned left and started walking slowly not to seem in a rush. I had to pretend I was going to work; I didn’t want to stand out.

While walking, I looked around me and listened quickly to some pedestrians’ conversations. I wish I could still be like them, talking about simple stuffs or idiot ones. I wish I wasn’t there wondering whether I would still be alive tomorrow. It hasn’t been very long since I witnessed what had happened: less than a week. But it was way too much. I lost my best friend in that short week and will soon be the witness of others murders in the upcoming one. Without forgetting the end of my own life very soon too.




I kept on walking for a very long time before finally founding the street I was searching. I ran along the sidewalk, staring at all the house, and wondering what I would tell Zayn if ever I saw him. He would think I’m mad, wouldn’t he?

“Here it is,” I whispered to myself after a short while. I was standing on front of a huge white house with the right number on it. What was I supposed to do right now? Ring and tell him he would be murdered soon?

But the portal suddenly opened and a man walked out to check his letterbox. I supposed it was him so I ran toward him and when he noticed me, he stared at me as if I was mad. I reached his side quickly and asked with straight away, “You’re Zayn Malik, aren’t you?” It must be the kind of question he heard quite often but I didn’t see what else I could say.

He nodded, probably hoping if he could escape away from me soon.

“I’m not here to ask for an autograph or anything!” I said quickly and he looked even more surprised. “I need to talk to you about Niall and Harry! That’s very important!” Seeing he didn’t react, I carried on, “you may not believe what I’ll say but you are in danger and so are your friends! There’s a...” But he cut me off suddenly,

“You’re Scarlett, am I right?” I didn’t answer, utterly taken aback. “I knew you would come. And I’ve heard about what you want to talk about. Niall came to see me. He said goodbye to me.”

“I don’t understand...” I muttered. I asked Niall not to talk about it! I already was in trouble but now it would be even worse... Their next target knew what would happen!

“I’ll explain you! Although I’m sure you have more things to tell me,” he replied before asking me to follow him in his house. It didn’t happen the way I expected it to. How came he seemed to believe me?

We reached his house and once inside, he led into the kitchen. He looked for something in a drawer and handed me a sheet of paper. But it wasn’t a simple sheet of paper. He handed me the letter I had written to Niall.

Zayn started to give me explanations, “Niall told me not to trust anyone except the writer of this letter. I guess that’s you?” I nodded, completely surprised by the sudden turn of events.

“And what happened to Niall, by the way?” I turned my head to look at him, not sure if I should tell him the truth. To be honest, I had no idea what had happened to him. Just thinking of the sound of the gun shoot gave me shivers and brought tears in my eyes.

By the look on Zayn’s face, I assumed he had guessed something wrong had happened to his friend.

“And do you have an idea of what to do to get Harry and Niall out of trouble?” he changed subject.

“I agree with Zayn. I’d be delighted to know whether you have a plan or not,” a deep familiar voice echoed from behind us.

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