Two Ghosts [h.s]

9.

Harry

Everything went back to normal, well as 'normal' as it was before.

Ally was getting ready for her first day at the lab and the bitch who is ruining my life is returning today.

I look over at the empty spot in bed next to me, the place that got to hold the absolute most love of my life again, for a short amount of time.

By heart aches for Ally. I miss her and I just seen her last night.

My hand gently traces the pillow that her head used to lay on, biting my lip as I thought about the moments we shared.

I close my eyes, thinking about her. I can feel myself getting harder by the second.

"Fuck." I mutter to myself as I palm my throbbing cock through my sweats. I let out a gasp as my hand slips between the band of them and my skin, tilting my head back as my hand wraps around it.

"Harry."

"Fuck." I grumble, pulling my hand out, "Yeah?"

The door flings open and there she stands. The so called bitch who's ruining my life.

"Hey sweetheart." I give her a smile and sit up.

She rolls her eyes, "What are you still doing in bed?"

My face drops and I rub my hands over my face, "What do you mean? It's only-"

"Nine am? We have lunch with the modeling agency I might be going to." She drops her purse onto the floor and shrugs her jacket off, throwing it on top of her purse.

My eyes trail to the pile of filth on the floor and I shake my head slightly. I let out a sigh and stretch my arms as I flip the blanket off of me and swing my legs over the edge of the bed.

I grab my phone and smile,

Ally: So far so good. Call me later if you can.

I lock my phone quickly and lay it behind me as Leah walks out, a towel wrapped around her body, "You need to dress nice."

"I always dress ni-"

She cuts me off, "No. Nice as in button up, all the way up, don't be showing your chest. Your stage outfits are bad enough."

"What's wrong with my stage outfits?"

She looks at me and rolls her eyes, "I have to get ready."

She walks into the bathroom and shut the door. I hear the lock click and I laugh slightly, "Yeah, like I'd follow you into the bathroom."

I pick up my phone,

Me: Yeah, she devil has returned. In the bathroom as we speak. Apparently she has an issue with my stage outfits, doesn't like me showing off my chest I guess.

I slip my phone into my pocket and go out to make coffee.

I miss Ally more and more. I know I have her back, but the fact that I can't have her kills me.

I grab my mug and walk over to the couch, standing behind it as smile at the camera that holds nothing but Ally and I.

I feel my phone buzz against my leg and I grab it,

Ally: What a total weirdo. I think your stage outfits are sexy as hell.

I smile, blushing slightly as I reread her message over and over.

Me: I think you're sexy as hell, and you don't even wear stage outfits.

I quickly slip my phone into my pocket and turn around. Leah walks out of the room and goes to the fridge.