My fault - His fault

Help Him

Liam had the cab driver drop him off two blocks away from the prison. He slowly walked towards the prison that held his best friend. He knew that he had to visit him. Harrys right he thought I'm his best friend. I should be there for him.

He stopped as he neared the gates. It was as if he was frozen or that their was a glass wall in front of him, keeping him from moving forward. Come on, you can do it. He needs you he tried to convince himself but it didn't help. Tears streamed down his face as he turned his back on the prison - on his best friend - and walked away.

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Harry had been dead for six hours and twenty-seven minutes and he still had to get used to the idea. In that amount of time and since the man (who he now knew as Gabriel) had left him in this waiting room like place. He had, had several visions. Most of these visions were based around Niall. He had seen ones where Niall was standing at trial with Liam and Zayn in the seats behind him, Niall talking to a man in his cell, Niall fainting, Niall being beaten up and one where heinous crimes were committed to Niall that Harry wished he could un see. There were also ones where Niall wasn't in them, like Louis trying to take a step and his own funeral. It was, to say the least, heartbreaking.

The visions weren't the worst though, on the t.v in the front of the room he had watched Louis be rushed to hospital, Zayn visiting Niall in his prison cell while Liam went to see what was happening with Louis. The worst of it had to be watching Laim and Zayn break when the doctor told them he was dead, seeing his family spend the night mourning his death and Niall crying himself to sleep cause he believed it was all his fault. It hurt knowing everyone you loved and cared about was hurting because of you and it made Harry wish more then ever he hadn't died.

He sighed. There was nothing he could do about it now.

He turned around in his seat and looked over all the rows of spirits that, like him, were waiting to be called before St Peter before they could enter heaven.

Although he hadn't been here as long as some, he still couldn't help but be worried when souls who had arrived after him were called to meet with St Peter. Most of them never returned. One time when he had tried to ask about it, he had been told politely but firmly to sit back down and wait.

A soul walked out of the door to the Judgement Room and called for attention. Actually the ones who weren't accepted were called Reapers but Harry couldn't bring himself to call them that, it sound so... Creepy.

"His lord almighty requests these following fledglings. You will follow the hallway and to your left, second door down, you will meet with St Peter. Please leave in an orderly manner. Tito Ortiz, Aroha Grahams, Jackie Olson and Harry Styles."

A few heads turned to Harry as he stood up and one girl muttered 'Oh my God, oh my God" over and over again. The Reaper looked at Harry apologetically, "Expect that for the next few years. For the ones who had you as their idol they will go into shock. She's probably the first of many. She idolised you guys right up until she died yesterday,"

Harry nodded, "How'd she die,"

The Reaper looked sad, "Beaten to death by some guys in an alleyway. Poor thing. She'll be here a few days so she can deal with the trauma and shock before we bring her back to her old self. A lot of sudden death victims are like that, you've got to get them to accept death before they can do anything."

"What about me? Didn't I die suddenly?"

"Yes you did, but you're different. Unfortunately you're needed sooner then expected. St Peter will explain it to you." After that the Reaper didn't say anything more to Harry and instead moved on to talk with one of the other souls who were called with Harry.