Lost Souls

Prologue

He usually didn't do a reading on strangers out in the open but sometimes their loved ones who passed desperately needed to get in touch to help.

It could go in two ways. Either the stranger told him to fuck off or they got emotional, since he sprung it on them.

Most people didn't believe him and the gift he possessed. His teenage years had been awful. He wasn't just gay, he was psychic as well and they liked to make fun of him.

He has embraced his gift after trying to run away from it and worked full-time as a medium. Even if he felt bad for taking people's money so they could talk to deceased loved ones he needed to eat. He couldn't help people full-time and have a regular job.

But then there were times like these when he wasn't even trying to connect to the other side. He was out at a pub with some friends and he had a few to drink, which usually meant that he was closed off but this female spirit really pushed through begging him to talk to her son.

Harry said he was sorry and tried to ignore her but she was persistent. Harry excuses himself and headed to the bathroom where he locked himself in a stall to talk to her. Luckily she followed him.
"Tell me your son's name and I promise that I will contact him tomorrow." Harry whispered.

"You won't be able to do that. They won't let you." The woman said.

"Uhm, do you have his phone number?" Harry asked.

"No, he changes it a lot. Either he loses his phone or they find it." The woman sighed.

What was this? It sounded as if her som was a criminal or something?
"His address? I can just go visit." Harry suggested.

"You wouldn't make it to the front door." The woman said unhappily.

"Why is that? I'm out of ideas then." Harry said.

"He's famous. My son is Louis Tomlinson." The woman revealed.

Harry stared at her.
"From One Direction?"

"Yes. He's here. You have to talk to him now." The woman said.

"That's not a good idea. I can't just walk up to him and tell him that I see his mum." Harry said.

"Please! I'm worried about him. He's in such a dark mental place." The woman said, looking worried and upset.

Harry surrendered. He could at least try. He got out of the bathroom and went looking for Louis Tomlinson. When he went out this evening this wasn't where he thought the night would go.