But I'm a Ghost! (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 13: Knowing the Truth and Making Hard Decisions.

Harry's POV.

"What do you mean you have 3 years left?" My hands were shaking, my body was sweating. I didn't want to know the answer to this.

"I-I mean that I only have 3 years left to live, Harry" replied Niall while he was seated in his hospital bed. He lowered his head not wanting to look at me or even face me.

"That's bullshit." I answered with anger.

"I honestly wish it was." He said.

Before all of this, everything was fine.

*flashback*

"Let's go back to the hospital, shall we?" Said Louis after we made up.

"Yeah, maybe Niall woke up." I hoped.

"I sure do hope so." Louis said before stroking my hair.

He smirked knowing I hate when people do that to me.

We left The Daleks and headed back to the hospital. Each with their own car. Since the streets were empty, and we were alone we decided to do a race. of course I won, considering Louis a horrible driver.

"Guys! Guys!" Zayn called the moment he saw us step out of the elevator.

Louis rushed to him, "is he okay?!"

Zayn's half smirk appeared on his face, "Yeah, he woke up." "Great!" I said and then began walking towards that room. "Wait!" Zayn yelled. I turned around. "Sammi is in there talking to him." "That's great" I said and continued my way to the room.

I opened the door with enthusiasm, "Welcome back, mate!" I yelled as I opened the door, but only closing them after the horrible scene that was in front of me.

There was laying Sammi with brand new clothes, cuddling next to Niall while tears streaming down her face.

"Harry.." She said with fragile voice.

"Save it." I said and began walking out of the room. Anger was boiling inside of me.

"Harry wait!" Yelled Sammi as she followed me out of the room.

"I have waited enough."

"Just let me explain."

"Explain what? That you were cuddling with my band mate instead of me?"

"No! I have a reason. Just hear me out."

I nodded signaling her to start explaining. "Lets go to the cafeteria. I'll explain there."

I got two cups of tea, and sat down. "I'm listening."

"So Niall explained to me how he went into a coma. He sold, He sold his soul for me." She said.

Uhm what?

"I don't believe you." I chuckled and then got up. "You didn't even let me finish!" She yelled.

"I'm not going to hear some crazy crazy fictional story about how Niall sold his soul for you, and now you're with him!"

"Just listen! If you don't believe me ask Niall!" 

"Fine. I'll hear your silly side of the story."

"Thank you. Remember that day you came back home and told me you got me a medium?" I nodded, "When Niall went home, he was lost in is thoughts, and somehow he passed his house, and ended up in the graveyard. He heard someone mumbling in the graveyard and he decided to check. It turns out to be a demon. He asked him to make a deal with him. Niall was up to it. The deal was: Selling your soul to the demon in order to get me back to life, and fall for him." But Niall refused. When Niall went home, he found the same demon in his living room. It told him that he has no choice, and I guess it beat him up and sold his soul against his well." She explained.