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Part Five

After Louis gives Harry a quick morning hand job as a goodbye, he walks into his own house at eight.

"Goddammit Lou, where were you?" His mum yells, frowning at him. "I almost called the cops for a missing child report!"

Louis looks at her and holds the coffee he had picked up on his way home out to her. He knew his mum would be worried, but even though he'd gotten the coffee for himself, he had no intention of giving her it.

"I got coffee for you," he says. She takes it and smiles. 

"Well, thank you," she laughs. "Very sweet."

Louis smiles and walks past her upstairs, walking into his own room. He sighs and expects his room to be empty, but jumps when he sees Lottie sitting on his bed.

"Why the hell are you in here?!" He asks, his eyes flicking to the PlayBoy magazines peeking out from under his pillow.

"I heard you leave last night," she says quietly. Louis swallows down the lump in his throat. "Where do you keep going?"

Louis sighs and sits down next to her, placing his hand over her own. "I... I have to check on someone," he says, looking at her. Her expression screams confusion, and he elaborates. "He's not okay, so I have to make sure that he is."

"Oh," Lottie says, looking down at her feet, her eyebrows knitted together. "Okay."

She stands up, leaving his room without another word. Louis shoves the magazines back under his pillow, groaning as he flops down onto them.

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Niall walks into the room that he was electrocuted in and sits before the chair. He stares up at it and sighs. He hears footsteps and he looks up behind him.

"Hi," Harry says, but he takes a step back when Niall appears closer to him.

"I watched you," Niall spits. "I watched you fuck him like you did me."

"Niall," Harry sighs exasperatedly, "we've been over this... I can't keep staying here."

"Why not?" Niall asks, raising an eyebrow. "If you go back, people will wonder why you never died. People will wonder why you're still alive, and they'll accuse you of murdering me. Did you know?"

"Yeah, I know," Harry says, turning away from him. "But I can't keep staying here, all alone, talking to you! You died!"

Niall wonders what would happen if he slapped Harry across the face. He's not even sure he'd feel it; the summer solstice is tomorrow, meaning he's saving up everything he has to come back to life for the day.

"Well," Niall croaks. "You could just say you were moving on... you didn't have to fuck him in front of me."

Harry looks at him coldly. "Niall. You had a choice of whether or not to watch that."

"You're my boyfriend."

"Newsflash! My boyfriend died two months ago! Am I supposed to say I'm taken by a dead boy? No."

If Niall could cry, he would. "I died because you dared me to... I mean, you dared me to sit in that chair. You made me."

Harry turns on his heels and walks away, his fists and jaws locked angrily.

Niall stares at him walking down the hallway. He looks him up and down, from his brown boots to his see-through white tee. He groans, and then starts cackling under his breath.

He smirks and reappears at his grave site, looking at the ground where his body is. It would all come into play.

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