One Direction Preferences

#82: Your House Is Haunted

Harry:

You and Harry just moved into a new house. Weeks later, you began to hear footsteps, but shrugged it off. Then, they stopped.

"(Y/N)," you heard someone whisper.

"Harry?" you called, but got no answer. You walked downstairs, and got into the kitchen.

"(Y/N)," that same voice whispered. You turned around, and saw a man with an ax in his head. You let out a scream. Then, the man disappeared. When Harry got home, you told him what happened.

"Babe, there are no such things as ghosts. You've been watching those ghost shows too much," Harry said then got up to do something. Months later, and paranormal things kept happening.

"Get out of this house, now!" you yelled at the man with the ax in his head.

"Baby, who are you yelling at?" Harry asked, but you just kept your eyes on the man.

"Get out! I want you out of this house!"

"Baby, there's no one there." You only looked at Harry like he was crazy.

"How the fuck do you not see him?! He's right fucking there!" you yelled, pointing at the man who was no longer there. "I swear, Harry , he was right there!"

"(Y/N), there is no such thing as a "ghost." It's all in your head. If you would stop watching them damned ghost shows you would be so..." You glared at him.

"Go on, say it!"

"CRAZY! There I said it! Crazy! Stop watching those ghost shows, and this wouldn't happen!"

"You know what! I'm going to laugh when you realize I was right!" Then, you stormed away from Harry. A year later, and the man with the ax in his head kept haunting you. "What do you want?"

"I want you two to get out of my house."

"Dude, you're dead. This isn't your house anymore. Now, you get out!" Then, the man had his hand around your neck. "H-Harry!" you tried to scream, but it only came out as a whisper. Then, Harry came to where you where.

"(Y/N), I swear if you," Harry started, but then stopped as he saw the man with his hand around your throat. The man looked at Harry, and disappeared. You fell to the floor, trying to catch your breath.

"Baby!" Harry yelled. He kneeled down beside you, taking you in his arms. "Are you OK?" Then, your eyes went from (Y/E/C) to black.

"Get out of my house," you said in a deep voice. Then, your eyes changed back to your regular color. Harry's eyes widened. "What?"

"Nothing, but I want you to go pack."

"Why?"

"Just go pack," Harry repeated.

"Why do I need to go-" you started, but Harry cut you off.

"Just go pack your clothes, and only your clothes." You hurried to your room, and packed yours and Harry's clothes. Then, you two leave, and never come back to that house.

Liam:

"Get out!" someone whisper-yelled. You turned around, but didn't see anyone. You go back to washing dishes. "Get out!" the same voice yelled this time.

"OK then." Then, a cup was picked up, and thrown against the wall. You jumped, screaming.

"Babe, are ya alright?" Liam asked, coming downstairs, but got no answer. You just started at the place where the cup was thrown at. "Baby?" Liam asked, concerned. Then, Liam saw you still staring at the wall. He walks over to you, cupping your face. You jump, looking at him. "Baby, answer me please? You're scaring me," Liam begged, stroking your cheek with his thumb.