*Louis' POV*
"Here's your room key sweetie." Mum said handing me a room key.
"I get my own room?" I asked. Normally they make me sleep on the floor. But now I get my own room. I look on the other side of the lobby and see Harry leaning against the wall. He had a smirk on his face, his arms folded over his chest, looking hot as ever. I can only imagine how he is in bed. Me bending him over and- oh-uh. I shouldn't be thinking that. I'm not gay. But I sure got a boner thinking about him. Well I'm not gay. But what if I am.
"Go upstairs and meet us here tomorrow morning at 10." Dad said. I nodded and ran to my room. So my family didn't see my problem. But Harry could poof out any moment. I ran to my room, unlocked it and ran to the shower. I stripped and turned the cold water on and jumped in trying to get rid of my problem.
I got out and with a towel wrapped around my waist. I went to my bag got out some comfortable clothes.
"Hi Louis!" A deep british accent rang my ears. I jumped.
"Holy shit Harry, don't do that." I turned around and saw him smirking.
"Do what?" He said coming closer.
"Scare me like that." I said holding my chest where my heart is. He let a low chuckle. I bent down and grabbed my clothes from my bag. I felt him slap my butt. I shut up and he winked at me and disappeared. But then I heard a voice.
"Just remember I can read your mind." His voice ecoced.
Oh shit he probably heard the argument I had with my self early. About not being gay. Or I might be. I'm not really sure anymore. Every since Harry came into the picture I've been questioning myself.
I got dressed, I put on my boxers and then my sweatpants that hung low off my hips.
"Holy shit Louis, when did you get hot?" Harry screamed. How is he so openly gay.
"Well I guess I just am." He said. I forgot he can read my mind. I lightly chuckled to myself and sat cross legged on the bed. Harry came and sat next to me. Then it came to me. He's a ghost, he's dead. But how'd he die?
"Harrys can I ask you a question?" I asked.
"You just did." He smirked. I smacked my lips and gave him a serious look. He laughed.
"Yeah, shoot." He said looking at me.
"If you ghost, then how'd you did?" I asked. His breathe hicthed and was a little shakey.
"Well Um like you I was bullied. My mum was a drunken whore. And one night mum dates for the night called me out on all my flaws and punched me and dragged me to my bedroom and raped me. My mum was passed out cause of the acahol. The morning after my mum made me go to school even though I could barley walk. I limbed my to school and when I got there everyone was called me "whore" and "slut" apparently my best friend took pictures if me getting raped but from the angle he took them, they didn't see my face. So it looked like I was enjoying it. And he hacked into the schools website and posted them there. Then he posted them on facebook, twitter, instagram every social media you can think of. So I went home that night and did this." He pulled up sleeves and showed me deep cuts on his wrist.
"Their there to remind me of what I'm supposed to do, of what I'm here for." He said wiping a tear away.
"What are you here for?" I asked.
"I have to make sure that my client doesn't commit suicide." He said.
"A-a client is all I am?" I said. He crawled over to my side and pulled me is his arms.
