Deadfriends (One Direction AU)

Misty Moves In

*Harry's POV*

"I'll be right back Anne."My father said kissing my mother's temple as she sat there knitting. He walked outside to practice with his new musket I was putting wood into the fire to keep it going and my sister Gemma was rolling cookies in the kitchen.

"Dearest sister, couldn't I have just the tiniest bit of cookie dough?"I asked brushing my hands off on my pants and she glared at me.

"Bugger off Harry these are for after tea."She said smacking me with the end of a rolling pin.

"Oh come on sister, couldn't you spare some?"I asked tickling her side. She laughed swatting at me.

"Harry stop!"She cried.

"Leave your sister alone Harry, she'll be married soon."Mother scolded looking at me. I scoffed.

"Yes, to that twat Robert Dowman."Gemma whacked me over the head with the rolling pin again.

"Don't you speak about my future husband like that."I stepped back towards the fireplace opening my mouth to say something but nothing would come out. A shot rang out, my father yelled and the bullet came through the window. I didn't even have time to react. I felt the bullet dig into my temple and I hit the ground faster than a sack of potatoes. I opened my eyes to see my body laying in front of me. I was a spirit now.

"Harry, no Harry you can't die! What about Rachel? She loves you so much you can't leave her! Harry come back!"Gemma screamed throwing herself over my dead body and weeping. She sat on the floor with me pulled up onto her lap sobbing into my curls that were pressed against her chest.

"Harry no!"She cried and mother fell beside her wailing.

"My baby! My baby!"She cried as father burst through the door.

"My boy."He said his eyes watering."I didn't mean to! Forgive me Heavenly Father!"He kneeled beside my mother pulling her into his chest.

"My boy, my poor poor boy."He whispered silent tears running down his cheeks. I watched it all unable to do anything about their pain. I couldn't of if I wanted to.

I've been dead ever since, about 130 years, since 1883. I can still hear the shot and I can almost feel the bullet digging its way into my temple. The screams of my mother and sister as I hit the ground and the sobs of my family ring in my ears clear as day. I watched it all from above. As soon as my heart stopped beating I was in my current form. My name is Harry Styles and I'm a ghost.

I had been in this house ever since. The forest around me had disappeared and had been replaced with housing. I'd never bothered anyone really, except the fact that I watched the families that lived in the house and sometimes moved objects. They usually got freaked out and moved after a year or so. The last family had just moved out and I readied myself.

"Don't mess up this time Harry."I whispered to myself in my room. It looked the same as it had before. A family right after mine moved out, leaving all my belongings behind, had boarded it up after hearing how I'd died in that house. They were afraid I'd haunt them and torture them so I guess they were trying to trap me. Ghosts can't be trapped by simple walls though so that didn't work. I looked at my faded reflection in the cracked, dusty mirror and sighed.

"Don't mess up."

*Misty's POV*

My Dad had just gotten a new job in this little town in England called Cheshire, I think. I didn't know and I didn't care. All I knew was that I had to leave all my friends in Canada behind for this stupid job. We stood outside the old house that was what Mum was calling a 'fixer-upper' more like crumbling piece of junk that needed to be bulldozer-ed.