Harry Styles One Shots !!

The Sprit

A/N :Its just a 1D horror imagine I thought of a change if you liked it comment that you did ❤️
#Jxx.

The boys of One Direction have noticed that Niall's been acting a little weird lately.

Well, 'a little weird' would be an understatement.

Niall was acting really really weird.

In fact, he almost seemed possessed...

Or maybe, just maybe, he was?

~HARRY'S POV~

The boys and I had to share hotel rooms for the night and no one quite wanted to bunk with Niall. Two rooms. Five of us. We were to split up-three and two.

There was no problem with him really- he did not snore, he was not loud, he was a fairly good roommate.

Except lately, he'd been acting...off and it was a bit scary.

"I want to bunk with Zayn!" Liam said quickly, grabbing the Bradford boy's arm. Zayn's face filled with relief.

"I'll bunk with Ziam!" Louis exclaims quickly, lying across the pair.

"Guess that leaves me and Niall," I feign a smile and nudge the blonde who'd been staring off into space.

He nods automatically and slowly, his gaze focused on something I could not see.

I awake up around four in the morning to my phone buzzing.

A text from my mother, telling me about something funny she saw on television-she must've forgotten about the time difference-again.

From the corner of my eye I notice Niall's form sitting up in his respective bed. His blue eyes are focused on me, but not meeting my gaze.

He's just sitting there in the middle of night, just sitting and staring.

"Niall? You okay, bud?"

"M'fine," he says flatly, not tearing his gaze away from me.

"Have you slept? Did you have a nightmare?" I ask with concern, placing my phone back on the nightstand.

"I don't sleep," he replies.

I feel a chill down my spine and I decide if he was not going to sleep, I would not sleep either.

I didn't feel safe around him for the first time ever and it scared me.

~~LOUIS' POV~~

"How's the song you're working on coming?" I ask gently, careful to keep my tone light.

Niall looks up from his guitar and stops strumming.

"Song," he repeats, as if the word is foreign to him.

"Uh, yeah," I say, sitting beside him but keeping a distance. "You said you were working on one, remember?"

"Yes," he says, nodding automatically.

O-kay then.

"Are these the lyrics?" I reach over and grab a notebook from his lap and he flinches.

I get goosebumps when I see that what is written across the page is not song lyrics, it's symbols and letters written backwards.
"б∑₮◊ㄩ₮б∑₮◊ㄩ₮б∑₮◊ㄩ₮ єt๏ยtﻮєt๏ยtﻮєt๏ยt ʇuoʇǝƃʇuoʇǝƃʇuoʇǝƃ"

I quickly hand the notebook back and leave the room without a word.

I was scared of him for the firts time ever and it scared me.