My fault - His fault

My Fault

The next few days went by without any major problems. Niall still had his nightmares, but he woke up each time without making a sound.

Niall didn't remain mad at Louis. He quickly got over it and even helped Louis prank Zayn one night.

Louis, Zayn and Liam, were dying for some answers. They wanted to be there for Niall. They wanted to help him, but how could they when no one would tell them what was wrong? Even though they wanted Niall to talk to them, they decided not to ask questions. When Niall was ready to talk, he'd talk, and they would be there to listen.

Harry was getting very agitated, as they days went by, he got more and more visions about Niall dying. He hadn't quite mastered his new power but he could do it although he never stayed visible for long. Harry wasn't excited anymore about his new ability. All he wanted was to join his band mates on earth and make sure they were alright.

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It was Saturday and Niall had gone with Liam to the store. They were on the fifth aisle when Niall heard a voice. He looked over quickly and didn't know the man who spoke... but his voice. It was so familiar. It sounded so much like... like the first man who attacked him in prison. He never found out what the mans name was, but the voice... he'd never forget that voice

'Its not him. It's not him. It's not him' Niall kept thinking over and over, trying to calm himself. His heart was racing and he began to have a panic attack, 'Stop it! Stop it! Get over it! You're acting crazy,' he thought as he looked at the ground.

"Niall!"

Niall's head popped up at the sound of Liam's voice, "Yeah?"

"You okay, mate?"

"Niall nodded, "Fine. Why?"

"I was talking to you and you weren't there,"

"Oh... sorry. I mustn't have been paying attention," Niall smiled, trying to hide his fear.

"It's okay. You sure you're okay?"

"I'm sure,"

Niall sighed inwardly, he was glad Liam had decided to leave it at that and not ask any more questions.

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Louis sat down on the couch next to Zayn. He had challenged Zayn to a game of FIFA and he was determined to win. However all thoughts of FIFA were pushed from his mind when a familiar voice cried out, "Lou get your fat ass of me! I want to sit on the sofa not in it!"

Both Louis and Zayn leapt off the couch, as if it had burned them and stared, wide eyed at the flickering figure pulling himself out of the couch.

"You see him to right?" Zayn muttered to Louis, who nodded before throwing himself at the figure.

"Hazza! You're back!" He said cheerfully, and Zayn wondered if Louis had perhaps gone crazy. This was impossible! Harry was dead.

Harry grinned and wrapped his arms around Louis, "I missed you too Loubear,"

Louis pulled back a pouted at Harry, while Zayn watched in amazement.

"You said I had a fat ass!"

Harry laughed, "It was forcing me into the couch. I had to return the compliment somehow,"

"That's no excuse! But I'll let you off this time cause you came back,"

Zayn stood there not knowing what to do. Was he going crazy? It was obvious Louis was, but was he going crazy too?"