Ghost (First Edition)

Chapter Eighteen

Luis

A few weeks later.

Luis attacked his messy black hair savagely with the hairbrush, trying to get it to behave and be flat atop his head.

It wasn't behaving.

Luis let out a frustrated sigh that echoed around Nathan's large bathroom.

He had been here, at Nathan's, for weeks now. Nearly two months. And he was living the dream. His boyfriend was here every day, giving him sweet kisses, and comforting words, he also helped with Luis's homework and gave him plenty of mental support.

There was also enough delicious food to feed an army here!

He was living his best dream... until now.

"Are you ok, Luis?" Nathan asked from the bathroom door as he poked his head in to see what was happening.

"No! My hair won't stay flat!" Luis said, exasperated. He clutched the brush tightly in his hand, looking at Nathan in the mirror.

It was Graduation tonight. He had survived school, so he wanted to look his best. When Luis had arrived back at school after weeks in the hospital, people had looked at him and whispered, but not in the bully kind of way. Turns out people had been mildly concerned when he had been rushed out of school on a stretcher. Luis had even found an apology letter from Andy stuck to his locker door. It turns out Andy hadn't expected Luis to actually try to kill himself.

Luis had seen much of Andy since he came back, and he hadn't gone looking.

"But I like your hair messy, it makes you look cute," Nathan murmured, breaking into Luis's thoughts.

Luis smiled at him. "You think so?"

"I know so," Nathan beamed.

Nathan had his blonde hair brushed neatly to one side and held down by hair gel that Luis had sloped on his head for him. His clothes were pressed and clean, he wore a dark blue overcoat with a white shirt and black jeans. His blue eyes sparkled with love.

Luis had insisted on wearing his hoodie and track pants. "For comfort" he had told him. Nathan had agreed, so long as he was allowed to wash the filthy things. Luis had watched like a hawk while he did it, he was attached to the clothes for some reason. They gave him comfort.

"Then I will leave my hair like this," he said now, setting the brush down on the basin.

Luis walked over to Nathan and wrapped his arms around his chest, lifting his head to kiss him. Nathan kissed him back, left soft against his.

Luis nuzzled his neck, breathing in Nathan's sweet cologne. "I'm nervous," he mumbled.

"Why's that?" Nathan asked softly, swaying gently from side to side, his hands rubbing Luis's back, his breath stirring Luis's hair.

"What if they still treat me like a ghost? The teachers?" Luis asked softly, resting his head at the base of Nathan's neck, right on his collarbone.

"They won't, I know it," Nathan said gently, "and if they do, you can come up on stage with me."

Luis fiddled with Nathan's shirt collar. "I'm also nervous about starting Uni. What if I'm not fit to be a therapist?"

"Luis, love," Nathan murmured, giving him a tender squeeze as they continued to sway, "You've been through so much. You know so much. You're perfect for that job. You could be famous one day!"

Luis snorted. "Maybe."

"I know you will be," Nathan kissed the top of Luis's head.

"Hmm," Luis mumbled.