Ghost Be Gone!

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A week later Louis was sure that he wasn't alone in his apartment. Since he couldn't see someone he was confident that the man talking was a ghost. A homophobic asshole of a ghost. He even recognized his voice but he couldn't place it. It wasn't someone he knew. He had gone through everyone that had passed around him and it was thankfully a short list. No one fit.

When the ghost joined him in the shower one day he had enough. He was shampooing his hair when he heard the voice.
"I can't believe this. I was a very important person, and now I have to watch this ugly motherfucker all day."

Louis screeched and turned around too quickly. He lost his balance and fell out of the shower, pulling the shower curtain with him. He fell to the floor. He had shampoo in his eyes and it stung like hell. Then he heard the voice cackle loudly.
"Looser!"

"Get away from me!" Louis shouted. His voice was high pitched and he rubbed his eyes so he would be able to see but of course, no one was there.

He managed to get up, limping badly, and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He still had shampoo in his hair but there was no way he was getting back in that shower right now. Ugly? Who the fuck did this ghost think he was?

He sat down on the living room sofa and grabbed his laptop. If he had a ghost he had to find someone that would get rid of it. There had to be people like that, right? If he would have a bug problem he would have called an exterminator. He guessed he needed a psychic or something.

He googled Psychics London but every site he clicked on only talked about palm reading or tarot reading. He glanced over his shoulder as he cleared the search field. Think.

He typed in Ghost Hunters London instead and clicked on the first link to a website. A commercial popped up. Four guys looking serious as they walked around with flashlights and some device in their hands. At least one of them was really cute.

Is your house haunted? Do you need help sending your aunt Mildred toward the light? We are Ghost Be Gone! With the latest technology and our own psychic Zayn, we locate your ghosts and help them cross over. Call GBG right now!

Louis burst out laughing. They couldn't be serious? Well, he had a ghost and apparently they could help. It was worth a try at least. He wrote down the phone number flashing on the screen.

Since he couldn't hear the voice at the moment he hurried to the bathroom to wash the shampoo out of his hair. He was left alone this time. He got dressed before he fetched his phone and called the number. A man with an Irish accent answered.

"Welcome to Ghost Be Gone where we help you with your unwanted housemates. My name is Niall. How may I help?"

"Uhm, Hi. Yeah, eh, I think I have a ghost problem." Louis said, feeling embarrassed.

"Well, then you called the right place. Tell me about your ghost." Niall said.

"I haven't seen it. I just hear it. You know, talk. Is that strange?" Louis asked. He felt stupid. He expected to get laughed at but that didn't happen.

"Not at all. That's very common. Do you recognize the voice?" Niall asked.

"Yes! But I don't think it's someone I know, or knew, you know what I mean?" Louis answered.

"Yeah. What does the ghost want? What is he talking about?" Niall wondered.

Oh. Louis felt uncomfortable sharing with a stranger.
"Why is that important? Can't you just get rid of him?"

"It's easier when we try to help them to cross over to know why they're still here. There can be a couple of reasons. Unfinished business is the most common one. They have something they need to tell or show someone. Sometimes if they died very suddenly they don't understand that they're dead or they might be afraid to cross over." Niall explained.

"Oh, okay. This ghost is a homophobic asshole." Louis snorted.

"Really?" Niall questioned.

"Yeah, and he's not happy that I moved in. Let's just leave it at that." Louis said.

"Alright, we can be at your place on Saturday. Will that work?" Niall wondered.

"Sure." Louis agreed. He gave the man his address and hung up.

"Ghost hunters? Ridiculous!" Someone snorted behind him and Louis jumped.

He got up from the couch.
"That's right! You're gonna move your ass out of here! This is me flat now!"

"So you can have your gay orgies? Not gonna happen." The ghost growled.

"Gay orgies? What orgies? I'm not having any orgies. I fucking wish I did but I'm not! Stop being a homophobic prick, you fucking asshole." Louis shouted back. Great, now he was arguing with something invisible that could just be in his head. He didn't even know if he believed in ghosts.

Apparently, he offended the voice because it let out a loud huff and knocked down a lamp on his way out of the room. Louis sighed and sat down on the couch again. He grabbed the computer and looked through the homepage of Ghost Be Gone. Oh, they had an introduction. Louis started to read.

Niall Horan, born in Ireland, the one that took care of bookings and invoices. There was a picture. A blond (probably bleached) guy with blue eyes with a big smile. Good looking.

Next one was Liam Payne, an analyst. He was good looking too. Zayn Malik, oh he was the psychic apparently. Dark hair and eyes. He looked mysterious and cute at the same time. The last one was Harry Styles, a technician. Louis looked at his picture a tad too long. So that was the gorgeous guy? Harry Styles. It sounded like a fake name, like a name someone took to pursue a career as a pop star or movie star.

This could be the pictures of male models. They were all good-looking. Louis contemplated the choice to hire them to get rid of his rude ghost.