Beyond (Niall Horan) (COMPLETED)

Chapter One

I thought this plotline might be...interesting (x lets see how it turns out, shall we? (:

Mariana's POV

"Mariana! Eric! Come on down! We have something to tell you!" My father called from downstairs. My brother and I looked at each other from our side of the room, before both jumping up at the same time and running downstairs to where Dad was waiting.

"Hey Dad. What is it?" Eric asked, plopping on the sofa. I sat down next to him and looked at my parents who were seated in armchairs, facing us.

"We've got some news!" Mom squealed, clapping her hands. Eric and I looked at each other and I could tell he was just as nervous, yet curious, as I was.

"What is it?" I asked, echoing Eric from before. Mom and Dad both grinned as they exclaimed,

"We're moving!"

"WHAT?!" Eric jumped up, balling his hands into fists. I was angry too, but I was more shocked than angry. I couldn't budge off of my seat from the sofa. My brain couldn't seem to process what was being said.

"What's the matter son?" Dad asked, looking at my twin brother who continued to glare at our parents.

"We're MOVING?! What about my friends?! Mariana's friends?! Why weren't we informed of this before?! Just...just...WHY!" Eric exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air before collapsing back on the couch beside me. Finally able to move a bit, I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.

"You okay?" I asked, biting my lip. He just shrugged at me. Not saying anything else, I turned back to look at my parents. Dad was frowning, but Mom still had a small smile on her face.

"It's not as bad as you guys think. We're just moving across the city. You'll still go to the same school and everything."

"Because Cheserville only HAS one school, besides the private school. But we won't see our friends as much!" Eric protested. Dad groaned, I could tell he was quickly growing frustrated.

"Eric, calm down." I whispered. My brother's brown eyes met mine as he gawked at me.

"Calm down?! Aren't YOU upset too?!" He demanded, running his hand through his dark brown hair. I sighed.

"Yes, I am upset. But they look like they've made up their minds," I explained, gesturing to my parents, "I don't think we can do anything about it. So I just want to leave it."

"I can't believe this," Eric muttered, before getting up.

"You may want to stay." Dad stated, in his no-nonsense voice. Eric glared at him, but sat back down, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You can still see your friends at school. And you're welcome to bring them home with you as much as you like, or even go over there if you tell us in the morning or call us first. It won't be that bad, you'll see." Mom told us, in her gentle voice, much unlike Dad's.

"Besides," she continued, "There is one thing about the house that I'm sure you both will love."

"What is it?" Both Eric and I asked at the same time.

"Your own rooms!"

A Hour Later

Our parents had sent us up to our rooms after that, telling us to begin packing our things because we would be moving in three days. But I was taking a break from packing and pulled out my laptop, before going on the web and pulling up Google.

"What're you doing?" A still upset Eric asked as he tossed a bunch of his football jerseys into a suitcase. I typed in an address into Google.

"Looking up this place," I replied.

"The new house?" He asked, dropping the jersey he was holding and walking over behind me.

"Mhm," I responded as I hit the Enter key. Almost immediately, a bunch of links referring to the house came up.

"Click that one," Eric suggested, pointing to a website. Doing as he suggested, I clicked it.

"It's a history of the house..." My voice drifted off as I began to read.

"The house is an old fixer upper home. Back in the year 1942, during World War II, a bomb was dropped on the place, causing a great explosion. No bodies were ever found, but it is believed that the family that lived in the house during the time, The Horans, might have been inside. Every one of them escaped...except for one. 19 year old Niall Horan was never seen again after the explosion...but his body was never found." I read, my heart clenching at the words.

"Well that's-"

"Wait, there's more." I interrupted Eric before reading on again.

"Strange occurrences have gone on inn the house since then and it is believed that the spirit of the boy still haunts the home. A family moved in in the year 1981 and completely restored the home, fixing it from the state that the bombing had left it in nearly forty years earlier. The family, whose name was never given to the public, was soon scared out of the home just a few short months after moving in, the father of the family claiming that, 'strange paranormal phenomena' went on in the home and his daughter claimed to have seen a spirit of a young man, though she, for some strange reason, refused to give out any physical description of the young man she 'claimed' to see." Finally, I looked up at Eric, my eyes growing wide as they met his.

But he looked...unfazed.

"That's bullshit." He simply stated, reaching over to close the laptop for me. "There's no such thing as ghosts, even you know that Mariana. Now come on, lets get back to packing before Dad kills us."

He may think it's bullshit...but I wasn't so sure...

I watch too many ghost shows o.O xD comment and vote if you want (: