two ghosts (l.s)

Chapter 8

Harry's POV

"Do you believe in magic?" Louis asks me while he lays beside me on the grass under the willow tree. Our willow tree.

"Magic?" I ask looking at him to see if he's joking. He's not.

"Yeah. Like fairies, or witches, mermaids even. "

" I... No.. not really. "I answer him.

" How about other mythical creatures, like vampires or werewolves? " What is it with this boy and these questions. I laugh and turn my gaze to the blue sky above us. It's been a week since the incident and we haven't received any more letters since, which odly relaxes me.

"I don't know."

"Final question. Do you believe in ghosts?" He looks at me now. His face dead serious.

I think before answering.

"I believe in spirits yes." I always feel as if my grandmother is watching over me. Protecting me.

"Interesting." That's all Louis says before getting up. " It's getting pretty late, you should head back."

"Do uhm... Do you want to come over?" I ask getting up, not wanting him to leave just yet.

" I can't sorry. Another time maybe." He tells me and winks before turning around and walking away from me. He fucking winked at me. I'm losing it.

***

"How was your walk honey?" Charlotte asks me and then plants a soft kiss on my right cheek as she cuts up some tomato to pit into the soup she's making.

"Wonderful. That smells great by the way." I smile at her before heading to the living room. I spot Olivia sitting on the patio outside and I go to join her.

"How is my independent princess doing this fine day?" I ask sitting down next to her.

" I am a pirate today. Arrrr. " She points at me with her toy sword before handing me a second. " I challenge you to a duel. Pirate against pirate. Sword against sword. "

I am amused by her words but I pick up the sword anyway.
" May the best pirate win." I say before clashing our swords together.

We play until Charlotte calls us in for lunch.
" This isn't over little one." I tell her taking the pirate hat of her head and placing it on my own.

" Where's dadda?" Olivia asks as her mom places a bowl of soup in front of her.

"At work love."

"When will he be back?"

"I don't know... Around seven maybe? Why? " Charlotte sits down across me.

" Just wondering. " Olivia shrugs and starts to eat.

" This soup was amazing. " I tell Charlotte as I finish my plate she thanks me and I get up and place it in the dishwasher before heading to my room.

"Wait!" I hear Olivia call. " The fight isn't over you said it yourself." I smile and turn around running outside to pick up my sword.

" What fight? " Charlotte asks concerned.

"Don't worry mommy. It's only pretend." I hear Olivia tell her mom. " But don't tell Harry that, he thinks it's real." They both laugh at that. A few seconds later Olivia emerges from the kitchen. Pirate hat on her head sword in the one hand, oxygen tank in tbe other. We play fight for hours until both of us get tired so I let Olivia win. She laughs an evil laugh and point at my heart with her sword.

"Walk the plank. Loser." She ads and we burst out laughing. I admit it. This is the happiest I have ever been. After telling Jason and Charlotte that I love them everything has been much easier. Life simply couldn't get better. I had Lou, Olivia's medication was going well and I was finally happy. What could go wrong?

The answer is, everything.

***

As I lay my head on my pillow I let out a yawn. Who knew pirate duels could be se tiring? As my eyes close my thoughts drift off to Louis and his blue eyes. I feel my cheeks heat as I think about him. His light brown hair, always pushed to one side, his perfect body... His hips. I smile. He has by far the most perfect his ever. Any girl would be jealous of his hips. Hell I am.
Oh the things I'd do just to hold him. To be close to him. To touch his skin. His lips.

I open my eyes. Why do I keep having these thoughts and where are they coming from. Yes Louis is beautiful but I don't wanr to kiss him... Do I?
He has a girlfriend, I remind myself.
He left, says a small voice in my head. Shut up. He's not even gay. Why are you? I don't know... Am I? I mean I can't be straight if I'm attracted to man right? So you are attracted to him. The voice in my head speaks. Ugh. I roll over. So what if I am. I am. I am attracted to Louis William Tomlinson. There I said it. That won't do. You have to tell him silly. Ha. Right.

I rub a hand over my face. I'm too tired to think about this now. I sit up and take a sip of water from the cup on my nightstand. Louis, I think. Lewis. I smile, thay doesn't even sound right. Lou-ee. Yes. I can't believe I'm smiling like an idiot over a name. I yawn again. But then it hits me. I remember what I'd ment to do ages ago.

I get up and grab my laptop from my desk. I sit back on my bed with my back against the head board and turn on the computer.

I open google and type in: Louis William Tomlinson. My heart stops and instant regret fills my body as I look at the results. I feel my head spin. There is no way this is possible. I refresh the page again and again but the results stay the same. No no no no no. This can't be true. I feel my eyes sting as tears threaten to spill at any moment. There must be some mistake.

My vision is blury as I try to read through the results.

Louis Tomlinson: Car tragedy 2016. The body was never found.

17year old Louis Tomlinson reported missing. Is he dead?

Terrifying tragedy leaves Louis Tomlinson's parents widowed: dealing with a loss of a loved one. Click here for more information

I stare at the screen, fingers trembling as I cick on the first link.

Louis William Tomlinson,
Was reported dead on May 17th 2016 by his parents Johanna and Mark Tomlinson, Doncaster. His parents and four younger sisters were left in shock when his car was discovered in flames.

It appears that he lost control over the vehicle and crashed into a tree. Yhe car was found on a deserted dirt road leading to a house in tha woods, that is said young Tomlinson had just bought.

Although his body was never found, it is most probable that-

I shut my laptop. I can't read any further. I lift my hands to wipe my tears that are falling down my cheeks like rain. My breathing is shallow and my head hurts. This can't be happening. Louis isn't dead I've touched him, I've talked to him. He looks very much alive to me.... Unless it's not Louis, but someone who's pretending to be him. That doesn't make sense. Maybe he's not dead maybe they never found him because he didn't wanr ro be found. But his car was in flames. The voice inside of me says. Maybd he got out in time. I try to find any excuse. Anything that makes sense. Because it can't be true. It can't be.

Louis Tomlinson isn't dead. Right?

A/N

Eeeeek. What is going onnnn?? Is he really dead? He can't be... Right?

;)