My fault - His fault

You're dead

After staring at the car for a few minutes Louis took a deep breath, calming his anger and walked up to it. Calmly he traced the lettering on the vehicle, then he walked back to Zayn and Liam. Everyone was watching him but he ignored them all.

"They haven't even got half the artistic talent you've got," he joked to Zayn. Ignoring how both him and Liam were gawking at him.

"If I was going to try redecorate someone else's vehicle then I would at least make sure it looked nice,"

He chuckled and tried not to grin too wide when Zayn answered with a grin of his own.

"I know what you mean Louis. The colour doesn't even suit."

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Harry didn't have much time to question why he was staring at his either unconscious or dead self, all the questions running through his head like what the hell were pushed to the side as a cop car pulled up alongside theirs.

The police officer walked up to the car and Niall opened the door. Harry shifted so he could understand what was happening better but stopped when the burning ripping feeling came through his lower half. Instead he had to content himself to just listening to what Niall was saying to the officer.

"-ving home from a party and Harry, he's in the passenger seat, smelt alcohol on mine and Louis, the one in the backs, breath-" Harry heard Niall explain to the cop.

What? I don't remember smelling alcohol on Niall...

"-distracted. I-I swerved and the car crashed."

"What?!" Harry yelled, luging at Niall ignoring the feeling in his legs.

He was standing in a prison. Niall was a few feet in front of him being dragged out of the sight of the guards. Harry followed behind, rushing to save Niall but it was like they couldn't feel him when he punched one of the big guys. He yelled at them to stop as they shoved Niall to the ground and it was like they couldn't hear him either

Harry blinked, what was that? Why would he imagine something like that happening to Niall? He looked to where Niall was sitting. He wasn't there. Harry panicked looking around wildly until he saw Niall being shoved roughly against the side of the car by the officer. Harry climbed over himself and over to Niall's side of the car.

He didn't register himself go straight through the wall of the car as he rushed to help his friend. He couldn't let them arrest Niall. He couldn't. He sprinted up to the officer who had pulled Niall's wrists behind him and was now cuffing them together. He reached out and grabbed the officers arm flying forward when the officer move his arm forward.

"Stop! He's lying, he's lying!" He yelled but neither Niall nor the officer reacted like they had heard him.

Harry frantically tugged back on the arm but nothing happened. It was almost like he had no strength at all.

"If you want to change things, then you have to get someone else to do it. You can't do anything," a deep voice said behind Harry.

He spun around, releasing the cops arm.

"What do you know?" He hissed at the man standing behind him."

"More then you do, that's obvious," the man smirked.

EMTs were rushing over to the car and officer Jerk-face was dragging Niall to the police vehicle.

Harry looked at the man in disbelief. The man sighed, "Look, I'll show you," he dragged Harry over to where the EMTs were. Two on them were loading Louis onto a stretcher while another one was leant checking his, Harry's, breathing and heart rate.

Together Harry and the man watched as the EMT lent back out and shouted, "This ones dead! We can't save him, he's been dead for to long!"

"No!" Harry yelled moving toward his body. "I'm alive! I'm alive see! I'm not dead!" No one made any indication that they had herd him, except the man.

Harry turned back to the man and folded his arms, attempting to look as threatening as he could, "What the hell is going on here?"

The man sighed, "I suppose you want me to explain it to you,"

Harry nodded, "Please,"

"First off, your dead I'm dead. Which explains why no-on can see you, feel you or hear you. Despite what you may have been told on earth, you are not a ghost. You can hold substances if you wish but you can also go through them too, except people! Animals and plants. You can't walk through them. In an essence you are still alive but your body, your shell has died and you spirit has detached from it. Do you follow?"

"Uh... I think so. But I thought when you died you went to heaven?"

"You do... Eventually. Sometimes it takes some people years until they get it. It really depends on God."

"He actually exists?,"

"Course kid, who do you think calls the shots?"

"Uh.. I don't know. I've never died before,"

The man laughed, "Come on kid. Grab onto my hand there's somewhere you need to go."

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"Thirteen more hours of observation and you should be good to go," Dr Marcs said as he entered the room carrying a bland looking soup on a tray.

"Yay," Niall replied in a small voice.

"But, until then, here is some soup. Actually, it's just broth with some pieces of chicken, but it's something,"

"Ah the joys of prison food,"

"Yes," Dr Marcs lay the tray beside Niall, "Now eat up,"

"I didn't keep the jell-o down, what makes you think I'll keep this down,"

"Correction! You didn't keep the jell-o down the first time. The second time was a success. You also kept down vanilla pudding, smashed peas and beef broth,"

"That sounds disgusting when you put them all together,"

Dr Marcs laughed, "Then don't think about it and eat your soup. I'll be back in an hour to make sure it's all gone,"

Niall sighed, defeated, and began to eat.

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The last thirteen hours went by fast for Niall and soon he was back in his cell.

"You alright?" Dylan asked

"Yeah, I'm fine," Niall replied as he lay on his bed and closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep.

"Hey, Niall!" Harry said happily as he walked up to him in their house.

"Harry!" A smile appeared on Niall's face, "I didn't think I'd ever see you ever again."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because... You're dead."

"I know sucks doesn't it? Although it's not all bad I suppose," Harry laughed

"It's not funny Harry,"

"No it's not. But it happened and no-one can change it,"

"I wish I could,"

"Niall that's really sweet. You've already done enough for me, you shouldn't have lied"

Tears formed in Niall's eyes, "I really miss you Harry, your my little brother. I never meant for this to happen."

"I miss you too Niall, goodbye,"

"No! Wait! Harry don't go!"

But Harry didn't hear him, he was already gone.