two ghosts (l.s)

Chapter 4

Harry's POV

What? What does he mean "can you see me"? I look back at the boy as confused as ever, too scared to open my mouth, because if I do I am afraid I will pass out.

"Can you?" The boy repeats his voice echoing in the silence of the night.

"I... Y-yes?" I stutter. I see the boys eyes widen and I notice they're a beautiful shade of blue. Not as dark as the ocean, but not as bright as the sky either. I find that I am lost in his eyes and that they somehow manage to calm me. For some strange reason... I feel safe. That is until he speaks again and I am snapped out of my daze in an instant.

"You- you can? I- oh my god..." The boy continues. Why is he asking all these weird questions? Does he come from a different planet like what?

"Uhm... Well if you'll excuse me I have to go now.. my pa- uhm there are people waiting for me. " I tell him gathering all the courage I have in me.

" Wait! No. Please... Dont go." They boy says and he reaches out form my arm. As soon as his fingers come in contact with my skin I am frozen. Warmth spreads through my arm where his fingers are lightly pressing into my skin. His touch breaks me yet puts me back together and it is a feeling I have never felt before or that I can explain. All too soon he jerks his hand away, and I shut out the voice in my head wishing he hadn't.

"S-sorry." He apologizes and looks down.
"It's fine." I tell him, but it comes out more harsh than I intended. Then he looks up at me again with those blue eyes and I feel as if nothing else matters. Just as I am about to say something, anything to hear his voice again my phone rings. I slowly turn it around in my hand to see who it is, and sure enough it's Charlotte.

" I have to go." I tell the boy. What I wanted to add but didn't is "please come with me".

" Okay. " He simply tells me but his eyes never leave mine. I feel as if my feet are rooted to the ground. I finally bring my phone to my ear and press the answer button.

"Harry??" Charlotte's voice sounds from the speaker.

" I'm fine. I just... I needed to go to the bathroom and uh got lost- but I found the way now" I quickly add " I'll be there in two. " I say before hanging up. I look back at the mysterious boy who is watching me intently.

"I'm going to go now." I say. He nodds his head, but just as I start to walk away he says,

" Meet me here tomorrow at 12am." I look at him confused. I barely know him. Why does he think I would trust him enough to meet him again tomorrow. "Please." He adds. And somehow I find myself nodding my head. I don't know why but I trust this boy. I may not know his name, though now that I come to think of it his face does look familiar. I shudder again before I run quickly to the house.

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I walk in and the smell of a fireplace fills my lungs. I take off my shoes at the door next to Olivia's and look around. I find that i am standing in the kitchen/ dinning room which is a large room with big windows over the kitchen counter and on the wall next to the dinning table. Charlotte is too busy boiling water on the stove, probably making tea, and she doesn't notice me standing there. I clear my throat and she turns around relief washing over her slightly wrinkled face. She's not old, just tired. That's what Jason tells us, which is true since she has to deal with me and a kid with cancer. She walks over to me and wraps her arms around me pulling me into her. She smell like strawberries and mint and her hair is neatly pulled back into a bun. I don't hug her back I just stand there until she finally let's me go.

"Do you want me to give you a tour of the house?" She asks me.

"I'm good thanks. Where's Olivia?" I ask her instead.

"Upstairs I think." She replies just as Jason walks in from the front door carrying a pile of wood. He smiles at us before setting it down on some newspaper.

"How was your walk H?" I hate it when he calls me that.

"Okay." I answere before leaving the room. I hear Charlotte sigh before the kettle starts to screech.

I go into the next room, the living room. I decide it's not that bad as i like the huge glass doors that lead to a patio outside that has a table and chairs. The living room it self is a large space with couches in the middle facing the wall on which hangs a rather large TV. It wasn't that hard to tell that the Evans had quite a lot of money. On another wall there was a fire place with two plush armchairs facing it. In the corne on the right there was a stair case leading to the next floor. I go up tha stairs and come faca to face with a circular area with windows that looked out into the forest. There was a small coffee table and two armchairs facing each other on each sido of the table. Cute. To my right there are three sets of doors. I open the first to find a pink room full of stuffed animals and Disney posters. I laugh a little as i close the door moving to the next one. A bathroom. A sink, a toilet, a shower and a bathtub wow okay. I move over to the next door and I see a big bed in the middle of the room a desk to my right and a small couch to my left this must be my room. I walk in and notice a small balconyon the wall across me. I walk over, open the glass doors and step outside. The sight is breathtaking and I am instantly in love with this house.

As I walk back out of the room to the left of the stairs is another door, I am guessing Jasons' and Charlotte's room and then next to that is another flight of stairs. I walk up them and into, what is now, my favorite room.

A big fluffy rug covers most of the floor and there are big pillows and puffs lying here and there on the walls on the side are bookshelves filled with books, but the best part is tha wall right across me. Well if you call that a wall. It's glass from the ceiling to the floor. I almost don't notice Olivia lying on a pillow gazing out into the green that unfolds beond us.

"Hey Haz." The nickname still brings me pain but a have grown used to it.

"Hi Olives" I respond lying down next to her.

"Hey ! Dont call me that" she laughs while poking my side.

"Don't call you what? Olive?" I ask playfully and earn a slap on my arm. "Owie." I say looking at her with sad eyes.

"That's what you get for calling me an olive.Awwww don't be sad Harry mommy's making your favorite for dinner! " She says mocking me. The little shit.

" Please tell me it's not bean soup." I whine. Yes whine. It tastes like vomit. Olivia just laughs and slowly starts to get up. "Come downstairs and see for your self." She winks at me before skipping out of the room her oxygen cart rolling next to her. I groan, but dont get up immediately. Instead I turn my gaze to the trees outsied and my mind wonders to the mysterious boy. The more I think about him the more familiar his face seems. I promise myself i will look him up tonight before bed. Imagine if he's some celebrity trying to hide from fame by living in the woods. I laugh at my stupid thoughts as i slowly make my way downstairs.

A/N

Oof. That was long... Well not really but for me it felt like it XD

All the love
-C.