Deadfriends (One Direction AU)

Just A Shell

*Harry's POV*

It ached to be without her. I missed burying my face in her hair, the way she smelled and her laugh among other things. Her laugh was so beautiful I could listen to it all day long. I missed the way she would make me talk about things that were completely inappropriate, like corsets. I missed her kisses, the way she pecked the end of my nose when we woke up. I wanted to wake up for the rest of my afterlife looking at her, but I couldn't. She was gone. I lay in bed all day curled up on my side with her pillow pushed into my face. It was starting to lose the smell of her. Soon, I'd have nothing left of my Misty. They'd made me move back to my room, but I refused to leave without her pillow.

"Are you going to get up today Harry?"Zayn asked hopefully.

"No."

"You have to get out of bed at some point Harry."

"Not today."I rolled over away from Zayn and Perrie. They were so happy together watching them made the hole in my heart where Misty should be feel even emptier than it already did. I just wanted her back. Was it too much to ask that they give her back? I really just wanted my Misty back forever.

"Come on Harry, at least sit up."Perrie said kneeling beside my bed. I furrowed my brow and frowned at her."Misty wouldn't want you to mope around like this."She lifted my hair out of my face. I whined burying my face in the pillow.

"I'm too sad to get up."I mumbled. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Zayn gently pulled Perrie away from me. He rubbed his thumb against the crook of her arm and whispered something in her ear, but all I could think about was how I used to do that with Misty. I couldn't help but remember it all. I loved her so much. It hurt; it physically ached to watch them. I gripped her pillow tighter and willed sleep to come. I was finding it hard to sleep these days without her. I loved her. I needed her. Why didn't she stay? Why wasn't she coming back? Didn't she love me? I thought she loved me, but if she really loved me, why did she go?

*Misty's POV*

I'm going to die, again. We swirled and whirled through the air at top speeds. I squeezed my eyes shut to block it out. If I had a beating heart it would be pounding out of my chest in fear. I hadn't realized that my death place was so far from where we'd come from.

"Don't worry Misty, we'll be there soon."Gabriella yelled back at me over the whistling wind. Heather squeezed my hand reassuringly. I couldn't wait until it was over. I felt my feet hit something hard, wooden and I opened my eyes. I looked around to see I was standing in the courthouse, the courthouse I’d died in. A rusty red ring encircled my feet dying the wood a dark, sullen red and it took me a few minutes to figure out that it was my blood. I was standing in my own blood puddle. The blood puddle I’d laid face first in after being shot in the back of the head.

"Oh God, I think I'm going to be sick."I said clapping a hand over my mouth and lurching forward.

"You can't be sick Misty you're dead."Heather whispered."You're a ghost now; we have to take you home. We have to take you to Harry."I smiled to myself. I was going home. I was really going home.

*Perrie's POV*

He looked so pitiful, just lying there. He wasn't able to even function. We'd even offered him the chance to scare some kids who kept invading Niall's privacy on his road. It was really annoying Niall that they were there all the time, but Harry wouldn't get up for all the tea in China, England or any other country. He'd been like that for the entire week since Misty died. He didn't talk for the first few days. He just silently cried, letting the tears roll down his stony, emotionless face. When we finally got him to talk all he did was ask if Misty had come back yet. Every time we told him no, a piece of his heart died along with his hope. He then settled into his bed with her pillow clutched tightly in his arms and he hadn't moved much since. Everyone had pretty much lost hope of Misty ever coming back and without Misty, Harry wasn't coming back either. We'd lost them both. I turned to Zayn who had taken a seat on the floor across from Harry's bed. His back was turned towards us. I slid down the wall and sat beside him. Almost automatically, like it was an instinct, he wrapped his arm loosely around me and began to rub circles into my hip subconsciously.

"Zayn, do you think he'll ever be better?"I asked bringing my voice down to a whisper. He shook his head.

"I don't know, but my first instinct says no, he will never be better ever again."He looked towards Harry."If he could accept that she isn't coming back maybe he would feel better."My eyes widened and I was about to say something when Harry flew off the handle.

"Don't you think I know that?"Harry asked sitting up and looking at us."Don't you think I know that she's gone that she's not coming back? I know all of that yet I can't let her go! There's a small piece of me that still believes that she's going to come back for me! I can't let go of her! If I could, I would because I know! I know."He lay back down, slowly bringing his knees up to his chest and beginning to silently cry.

"I can't let her go."He whimpered."I can't. I can't."I hoped that he could let her go, but I knew deep down inside that he could never let her go. He loved her too much. Without her, he was just a shell