Ghost

1

"What the hell are you doing in my room?"

The unfamiliar boy turned around to look at him. He seemed confused.
"Your room? This is my room. At least I think so. It looks different."

"My family and I moved in a month ago." Harry informed the boy. Was he mentally ill? He was nervous about his reaction.

The boy stared at him, eyes growing wide.
"Mum sold the house? Why? I don't understand."

"Uhm, maybe you should talk to her about it?" Harry suggested carefully.

"Where is she?" The boy asked.

His mum sold the house and moved away from her child without telling him? He didn't look old enough to live by himself. There must be something really wrong with him.
"I don't know."

"Oh. I can't remember anything...it's..." The boy said before he suddenly disappeared in front of him.

Harry screeched and stumbled backward. What the hell just happened? Did he just see a ghost?

He slept with the lights on for three nights but the strange boy didn't show up which made him relax. He must have imagining things.

He woke up in the middle of the night from the sound of someone crying. He froze from fear, heart almost stopping in his chest. He tried to see in the dark but he couldn't. The crying didn't stop so he turned on his bedside lamp. The same boy was sitting on his bed, no, scratch that, he was standing in the middle of his bed. Harry screamed and tried to get away, which only resulted in him falling to the floor with a stud. He heard running steps and his mum poked her head inside his room.
"Are you okay? Why did you scream?"

Harry realized that she didn't see the boy crying on his bed and he shuddered.
"Nightmare. I'm okay."

"Okay. Can you get back to sleep?" His mum asked.

"Yeah. Good night." Harry replied.

"Night, love." His mum closed the door.

He waited a while before he talked to the boy.
"Hey! Are you okay? Why are you crying?"

"I can't find my family. I'm so confused." The boy answered.

"What's your name?" Harry wondered.

"Louis." The boy said and wiped his nose on his sleeve. Harry ignored that.

"I'm Harry. What's the last thing you remember?" Harry asked cautiously.

Louis furrowed his eyebrows.
"Uhm, I was in a car. My mum was driving. The twins were fighting in the back. Then... I don't know. That's it."

Harry's heart sank. Louis must have died in a car crash. What if his whole family died? That was horrible. No wonder he didn't want to remember.
"Louis? I hate to be the one telling you this but I think you're ehm...dead."

Louis giggled.
"Dead? I can't be dead. I'm right here. You can see me."

"Yeah, but you're also standing in my bed, like, through my bed. Look down." Harry said.

Louis looked down and gasped when he realized that his legs weren't on the bed. He was standing right through it.
"Holy shit!"

He stared at Harry in confusion and then he disappeared. Harry waited an hour for him to return but he didn't. He fell into a restless sleep.

Harry went to school the next day and when he came home Louis was waiting for him in his room.
"Harry! I need you to google me!"

"Google you?" Harry questioned and put his rucksack on his bed.

"Yes! Come on. Louis Tomlinson." Louis stressed.

Harry shrugged his shoulders and walked over to his laptop on his desk. He took a seat and opened it. He wrote Louis Tomlinson in the search field. The first thing that came up was Louis' Instagram page. He scrolled further down and find a newspaper article. He clicked on it and started to read out loud.

On Saturday a woman with three children in the car crashed after losing control of her car due to icy roads. Everyone except the oldest child, Louis Tomlinson got away with minor injuries. He was taken to the hospital in a critical condition. The mother Johannah Deakon has declined to make a statement.

His heart sank in his chest. As he had predicted, Louis had been in an accident. Harry turned to look at the boy beside him.
"I'm really sorry."

Louis looked upset.
"That article doesn't prove that I'm dead. I'm right here!"

"As a ghost!" Harry pointed out.

Louis snorted.
"That's ridiculous! Ghosts aren't real."

Harry just stared at him in silence. No use arguing with a ghost about ghosts. He didn't feel the need to remind him that he was standing through his bed earlier. He was clearly in denial. Louis stared back. Then he sighed.
"Can you look up where my family lives now?"

Harry's features softened and he nodded his head and turned back to the computer. He made another search and gave Louis the address that came up.
"Thanks, Harry. I'm sorry for the bother. I'm sure this will be the last you see of me. I just have to locate my family and everything will go back to normal." Louis smiled.

"Right." Harry mumbled. He felt sorry for him but it wasn't like he could do anything.

Louis waved goodbye and disappeared and Harry hoped that he would never see him again. Even if Louis was a friendly ghost it was still a little creepy to say at least.

The days passed and Louis didn't show up so Harry started to relax and almost forgot all about it. It almost felt like a weird dream or something.

Five nights later he woke up. Someone was calling for him.
"Harry! Wake up! Harry!"