Ghost of You // harry styles

Chapter 2- "Sorta."

A couple of days later, I found myself laying on my back on Lucy's bed, holding up my maths notebook over my face, attempting to study for the upcoming test we had. I've always had a problem with concentrating while studying, so it wasn't working out very well,  but hey, I was trying. 

"You've been offly quiet." Lucy commented, breaking the silence.

"Well, I'm studying." I replied, not taking my eyes off of my notes.

"I'm surprised you haven't brought up your little ghost friends yet." She joked, getting me a little angry, but I controlled it.

"That's because nothing's happened since you came to my house."

"Maybe I scared them off." She said, sarcasm in her voice. I still ignored it.

"Maybe."

I decided against telling Lucy about the encounter I had a couple of nights ago. I already knew what her response was going to be, and it's not friendly, so why should I even tell her anymore? I decided to keep it my little secret until I could give Lucy proof that there really was a ghost. 

After another half hour of "studying" in silence, I took my notebook and tossed it to the side, replacing it with a gossip magazine that was sitting on Lucy's bedside table instead. I was just about to open it when I did a double take at the cover. I covered my mouth, my eyes wide in shock, and then flipped it over to show it to Lucy. She looked up from her books and stared at it, furrowing her eyebrows together. 

"What?" 

"Who is that?!" I said, pointing to a boy on it.

"Harry Styles?" She answered, her tone and the look on her face implying that she thought I was crazy or something. When she saw that I was still confused, she continued to elaborate. "From One Direction? The superstar boyband who have basically taken over? Jeez Pen, I know that you aren't really into that kind of stuff but I didn't really think you were so out of the loop that you don't know who One Direction are. When I say that they're everywhere, I mean that they're literally everywhere." She stared at me in disbelief.

"I obviously know who One Direction are, but I've never really cared enough to learn anything about them. So he's a member of the band?" I asked in reassurance.

"Yep, the youngest one, too. He's pretty good. But hey wait, why the sudden interest in him?"

"Uh, no reason, I guess I just thought he was cute," I lied. " Hey listen, I need to start heading home, but can I have this? You know, maybe learn a bit about them?"

"Uh, yeah sure, I guess. Um, see you later." She said completely lost as I grabbed all my things and ran out of her room in a hurry. I know I probably left her as confused as she will ever be, but right now, I didn't care. I had something important to check. 

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I sat on my bed that night on my laptop, confirming my new Twitter account. I felt pretty foreign, I've never had a Twitter and I had no idea how it worked. I went through the steps it gave me, before I finally was able to roam the popular social media site however I wanted. The first thing I did was click on the search bar and type in "Harry Styles". I got multiple options for different fan accounts dedicated to the popstar, but I followed his personal Twitter as it was the only thing I was looking for. I pressed the follow button, making him the first and only person I followed. I decided to follow the general One Direction account, just to make it less awkward, although I guess it didn't really help much. I was still only following him and his band. Out of curiousity, I scrolled through his tweets, none of which made any sense. How did he have any followers? Oh, that's right, all of his followers are crazy, teenage fangirls who'll do anything for their beloved idol. I rolled my eyes and laughed to myself at the thought.

I looked over at the clock at the top right of my screen. 12:05 in the morning. The person, or I guess not even a person, that I had been waiting all night for has yet to show up and I could feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. I don't think I could stay up longer, so I resorted to plan B. I sat up in bed and leaned over to my dresser next to me, grabbing a pen and paper. I ripped out the picture of Harry from my magazine and attached it to the paper with a paperclip. I then wrote a message to the ghost on my paper.

Is this you? 

Looking at it one more time to make sure I was content with such a simple message, I leaned back in bed and shut off the lights, immediately falling into a deep sleep. 

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The next morning, I found myself remembering the message as I was grabbing my stuff for school, fearing that I was going to be late. I knew I shouldn't have looked at the paper because I didn't have much time, but I couldn't wait until after school to read it. So I sprinted to the other side of my room to see one small word written on the paper that was not there last night that to most mean nothing, but to me means everything.

Sorta