But I'm a Ghost! (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 7: Looking for John.

Harry's POV.

"J-John Parker..." Was all she could form due to the shock that paralyzed her body.

Me and Niall exchanged looks immediately.

"I'll go search the Internet." Niall said as he hurried out of the room.

Sammi still stood there shocked.

I didn't know what to say, I mean how could I open the subject of her murderer, "Oh John Parker? The one who murdered you and made you sad?"

Not so easy I guess.

"Um...I-is he the one who??" I began to speak but I just couldn't find the right words.

"I-I don't know, but I remember living with him in my past life." She mumbled softly, her voice became soft and edgy signaling that just the thought of the memory burned her soul and made her sad. I mean I would too, if I got murdered?

We stood in silence as we waited for Niall to come back holding his laptop.

Sammi starred at the ground the whole time, and I couldn't stop starring at her. She looked... she looked so beautiful, so peaceful but not that peaceful in the meaning of crossing to the other world, she obviously had some undone business and can't rest in peace until then, but the peaceful I'm talking about is in her dead heart, the kind of loving and caring peaceful. I can't even explain how she looked, she just looked different, giving me all these mixed emotions. I couldn't help but stare.

She looked more beautiful than any girl I have dated.

What am I even thinking? She's a ghost! For Gods sake Harry stop thinking! How could you even think that way! You can't, you just simply can't! its abnormal.

I tried to stop myself from starring at her beauty. Both worlds of living and the dead could not be mixed.

The sad thing is that I might be crushing on her, and the thought of me liking her and not being able to get her because she is dead is driving me insane.

Niall's footsteps towards the door brought me back down to earth, and drawn me away from my thoughts.

Sammi's head quickly turned up when she heard his hand turning the sort knob.

"Did you find anyhing?" I quickly said, too quickly.

"Yes, I found two but i'm not sure which one!" He replied panting.

He quickly handed me the laptop as the three of us sat on the floor.

"Is that him?" I asked her as I turned the laptop to her direction showing her a mean looking man.

The portait of him was old, it was in black and white. Even the picture had captured the hate and cold in his eyes. He wasn't smiling. His hair was styled sideways, and he was wearing a very expensive looking tuxedo.

She nodded.

I felt myself boil from the inside, and before I could stop myself I found myself gripping the laptop with my palms so hard my hands were as red as blood.

Both Niall and Sammi rolled into laughter.

"Harry, calm down, he already died in the 1950's. There's nothing much we can do." Niall said when he noticed my anger.

Then it hit me. Why are we searching for the murderer? If he is already resting in his tomb.

Why is Sammi still here if she died 60 years ago?

What is her undone business?

After some silence, both Niall and Sammi noticed I was thinking too deep.