Ghostly Powers (One Direction)

Twenty

Anna's POV 

It worked, I don't know how but it did. Around me were about twenty other seers. 

"So, um..." I am so awkward! 

"Here's the thing. They want you, all of you dead. Paul hates Seers. He can't stand them, and he is getting the Satire to kill them." Harry said for me, grateful that he can see who I see. 

"One was my mother. We need to get rid of Paul before it gets out of hand and more of us die." I spoke up. 

"We need to send Paul over. I don't care if he goes to heaven or hell, as long as he gone." Cass said. 

"How do we know the Satire won't come after us after anyways?" a woman, her name is Mary I think, asked. 

"Because the Satire don't hate Seers. They kill because they are told to kill." Cass said. 

"So what do we do?" Mike asked. 

"Simple. We cross Paul over." 

"How the hell do we cross over a ghost?" 

"Easy." Cass smiled. "A ghost can only cross over once they are ready, or they have admitted to their sins. Paul has already told us that he has sins, lots of them. If we can get him to tell them we are golden." she smiled. 

"Then why do you need us?" Sara asked. 

"There are twenty of you." I said. "We need half of you to distract the Satire with Cass, the other half come with me and guard while I talk to Paul." 

"Are you sure this will work?" Ken asked. 

"Of course it will." Harry smiled. 

"And what is norm over here going to do?" 

Harry looked at me. "Guarding with you." 

Everyone nodded and we sat down around the table with them. 

Two days later we have a solid plan. No holes or gaps. This has to work. We have no choice, all of our lives depend on this one plan. 

- 

I stood outside the bar in Old Town, the wind tickling my bare neck, blowing the hair in my pony tail. My boots crunch under the loose gravel as I walked towards the bar. 

"There should only be ghosts. Harry you and Sam guard the door, make sure no one, ghost or human, gets in." They nodded, "Hannah and Spencer will guard the door, the rest of you keep an eye for anyone in the bar. I know they are ghosts and can't hurt you but they can call people who can."

Everyone nodded as we split up, Harry and Sam right behind me. 

"Good luck." Harry smiled as I stood in front of Paul's door. He kissed me before I opened it to see Paul sitting at his desk, a pen and paper sitting in front of him. 

"Arianna King. Welcome back. Without the mystery gang today are we?" He smirked. 

"Paul." I said, before sitting in the seat across from him. 

"What do you want? I am tired of your constant interruptions! Do you want to know more about your whore grandmother? What about your good for nothing mother?" 

"Neither." I replied, knowing arguing will not help, "I want to know more about you." 

"Me? You want to know about me? I think your mother hid that part of her life for a reason." 

"Paul, I want to know. My mother told me nothing of you. I want to know everything."

"Everything, eh?"