Two Ghosts [h.s]

51*

I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.

We're all sharing a hotel for the next couple of days. It's an adjoining penthouse. Sitting on the couch Niall, Louis and Liam won't stop laughing and I join them. I'm laughing so hard that I can't breathe and my sides killing me.

Zayn's holding back trying to not seem insensitive and Harry's just flat out freaked from my change of behaviour.

"I'm sorry but say that again? Her freak-out caused that car to flip?" Louis holds his side and I lean into Niall trying to catch my breath.

Harry stares, "It's really not that funny-"

"No, I'm sorry, cause this is so fucking funny. We need to bring her with us to more shit. She can take my spot as a driver... Give me a good laugh." Liam inhales leaning his head back on the couch. The three of their faces paint red.

"I've never heard of someone's awful driving save them before." Niall laughs and his cackle rakes the space. "I wish I was there to see the look on your face."

My shoulders shake.

"He should've just turned around. Fucker would have still been alive... I hope they write, 'Sugar' on his tombstone." He cackles a grin. "The sweet innocent girl who killed the trained hitman."

Just like that my laughing sparks tears in my eyes. The harder I laugh the harder my tears spill out.

Niall catches his breath "Why are you crying?" Pointing at my continuous laughter tears stream out. "Should we be worried?"

I shrug while a sob breaks my chest.

"I have no idea." Laughing, Harry pulls on my waist and tugs my head into his stomach where I cry. He places his hands in my hair and I press my hands to my face covering myself in his side.

"I don't know why I'm crying." I try to laugh but it breaks out in a sob. The room goes silent but the hangover breaths still catch up from the three of their laughter.

Pulling myself upright I remove my palms to look at Harry with a smile. I've officially reached my breaking point.

"At least I'm a pretty good driver.''

Niall and Louis clap their hands breaking.

After a few seconds my smile tugs down to a frown and my body shakes.

"What the fuck?" I slap my hands right back to my face and cry. I hyperventilate for a total of five seconds before I begin laughing again.

My body falls backwards on the couch and I land upright on Harry's lap.

"You don't think I killed them do you?" I look up as tears fall down my face as he shakes his head. I don't care if he's lying right now if I killed someone I don't think I would be able to cope.

Harry wipes my falling tears.

"Don't think I've ever seen a girl have a mental breakdown before?" Louis coughs a loud inhale containing his snickering. Harry shoots him a hard glare and he shuts up.

"Oh god- that poor man died, he was so nice." I don't even know him but my brain makes me feel like he was some tight relative. Curling my body into Harry's stomach I sob.

"I just wanted those damn watermelon candies and m&ms."

"Alright, that's enough, come on," Harry whispers and drags his hands under my legs and holds my back. Standing up with me bridal style I wrap my hands around his neck.

"I just wanted m&ms." I snort and immediately snap my hands to my mouth. "I sound like a pig... Oh my god, I sound like a pig" I ugly cry and he carries me down the hall.