Ghost [Niall Horan]

Chapter 14

I flipped through the pages of the encyclopedia in the library, seated on the floor and leaning my back on a massively tall book shelf. I flip page after page and the frustration gets to me as I don't succeed. I again turn back to the contents looking for the page number, I probably looked into a different page number. After finding the right number I turn to the subject I had been looking for. I continue to read until I suddenly felt cold. I turn my face to the side until I find Niall cheshire-cat grinning at me. I frown at him.

"I thought it was rude to not smile back" he says. The cold radiating from him was now somehow a bit bearable,as I got used to it since the past month.

"The rudeness is understandable when you're just a stranger" I say and get back to the thick book on my lap.

"I thought I was your ghost boyfriend. How sad, nowadays young teenagers cheat on each other so much. It's really painful" he says feigning hurt. I knew he was only kidding.

"You know that you're not funny right?" I ask simply.

"Oh please, I'm hilarious" he says with an arrogant face.

"Make yourself believe that" I sighed, trying to keep conversation short as I tried to read.

"Everyday, I do" he says. I don't reply. We sat in silence for a few minutes until Niall spoke again.

"Ever wondered why the sky is blue?" He asks.

"It's because of the shattering of light. Too much for you to understand" I reply.

"It's absolutely pointless talking to you. I try to find a way to talk about the beauty of nature and you give me a blunt scientific answer. You know Ava? You're amazing" he spoke with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay" I replied lamely.

"Ever wondered why people develop crushes?" He asked out of nowhere.

"Because they're stupid. Either their brain functioning is slow or they're simply born stupid. Now, if you'll shut up I could actually have finished my reading" I sighed.

"No. School's over. You shouldn't be studying. Don't you have a bus to catch home?" He continued. What a b*tch!

"I can take another bus."

"Why are you here after class anyway?" He asked. When I was a little girl, my mother taught me how to cross-stich and I did very beautiful embroidery. I sure can stich your effing trash talking mouth , too. I sighed heavily. Got up from the ground and placed the book where it was supposed to be and walked to the entrance of the library but not forgetting to wish good afternoon to the librarian. Niall followed me.

"So... we're gonna make out?" Niall jokingly asked. I gave him my ugliest grimace. Sometimes, I worry about this boy. Amen.

"Don't worry. You've got a colourful imagination. Rainbow" he laughs.

"You better stick to monochromatic stuff. Your minds running wild, I swear" I spoke.

"So... we're not gonna make out?"

"I prefer not to freeze myself to death and I wouldn't entertain someone to do an exorcism on me if your soul happens to get stuck in my body" I huffed.

"So, we're not making out. What exactly are you planning? You gonna pole dance?" He laughed. Lame, he was acting.

"I'm going home if you continue your nonsense" I muttered, which he clearly heard.

"Alright. No nonsense talk is all we'll do" he said with humour lacing his words.

"I doubt."

"So, tell me. Have you ever killed someone" he asked. Tolcha. Completely no nonsense.

"In these eighteen years of my life, I hadn't had enough time to invest in the realm of murder" I scowled.

"Relatable."

We reach the school's music room. I opened the door slightly and entered. Niall passed through the wall. Right.

I sat down on a bench and ran my fingers through the piano.

"Been some time" I smile.

"You have a piano in the basement" Niall spoke.

"Yeah. It's a bit rusty" I told him.

I started with some fingering exercise. Niall leaned on the piano and looked at my fingers fascinatingly.

"You know Thalamus, you siting on the piano. It's quite the scene. Suits you" he smiled at me.

"You never call me by my last name" I raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I was just showing some respect" he stuck his tongue out. He looked adorable.

I just nodded.

I played an original. With the blend of minor and major keys and ran my fingers through the higher and lower octaves. My fingers were everywhere. This song I once wrote, I was proud of. Proud was an underestimation. The tune was haunting and suddenly approaches to give you a jolly jolt. I had named the song 'nocturnal', because I had an attachment to evenings and nights. I always got imaginative and inspired at night. I was more active and my brain functioned to its full extent. It was a weird reason to name the song because of that but even so, I did. The hauntingly melodious tune sped up to an ecstatic tone, yet some mysteriousness underlying it.

I let out a heavy sigh when I was done. I looked up to Niall to find him almost... mesmerised.

"That was beautiful. Beautiful is actually an underestimation. What's it called?" He spoke excitedly.

"I wrote it. It's called nocturnal" I replied. He was surprised and fascinated.

"Have you ever stolen anything?" He asked out of nowhere. Is he accusing me of being a thief? Bastard.

"Excuse me?" I question, utterly annoyed.

"You've definitely stolen my heart. Even if it's not a beating one. You have my ghost heart" he had surprised me with his words.

You won't know if you've never tried.
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