Trapped || h.s. a.u.

Chapter Two

Photo of Clary on the side >>> enjoy.

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He looks at me, his pupils dilating a bit bigger, making his emerald eyes looking bigger. He didn't look scare rather more than surprised.

I gulp, feeling my palms beginning to sweat. Can he see me? Or is there someone behind me. I turn, looking back, but don't see anyone there. "A-Are you looking for someone, he finally speaks, with a thick English accent. I shook my head, my bangs falling onto my face. "Then.... why'd you turn around?"

I clear my throat. "I didn't t-think you could actually see me - are you talking to me? Can you actually see me?" I ask knowing that my pupils dilated a lot more. He nods. I smile real big. "Oh my god! Y-You can actually see me!"

"You act as if you've never seen a living human soul in like years," he chuckles.

"Huh." I laugh fumbling around with my fingers. "You wouldn't believe what I've been through all these years," I tell him.

"Maybe I would," he answers. I look at him. Is this guy actually giving me a chance to explain why I've been stuck in this transversal universe for years and that I should actually be 75 right now, but haven't been aging since the year 1957. Yeah, I don't think anyone would believe my story. "So start off with your name love."

I cross my arms, leaning against the wall. "You really want to hear my sad story?" He nods his curls moving into his face. He moves his curls out of his face. "Well... My name is Clarissa or Clary for short. So Clary Claiborne."

"Clary? I like that name. My name is Harry.... Styles,"

I nod. "Nice name. I can tell you aren't from here Harry," I push myself off the wall. "So tell me Mr. Styles, where are you from and what are you doing in my house?"

Harry scoffs laughing. "Your house? It's my house, I obviously bought it and I'm from Holmes Chapel, Cheshire, England," he says.

"Mom said she'd never sell the house... unless I was gone at the time," I mumble to myself.

"And exactly what are you doing in my house my I ask Clary," Harry crosses his arms against his chest.

"Well first off, I've been living here for the past 75, well almost 75 years, 74 to be a correction.... What's today's date?" I ask Harry politely.

"It's Wednesday, November 27, year 2013," Harry responds.

I frown. "Okay so twenty-three more days until I've officially been here 75 years, anyways, I use to live here and I still do obviously."

Harry frowns, still looking at me. "Okay, so... umm.... what exactly are you?"

"Well I'm a ghost! Well not fully a ghost, but I'm still part human... In all honesty, I'm just a ghost, who's been pretty much stuck here for 57 years now, I meant like ghost wise," I tell him.

He scratches the back of his head. "So let me get this straight, you're a ghost, but your half human? So does that like make a you a Humost?"

I burst out laughing, for some unknown reason, I find it funny in particular. "Oh gosh," I wipe away a fake tear. "Well you said you weren't fully human and you're like a ghost you said!" Harry proclaims. I nod my head. "Yep I did say that actually. I... hmm... I really don't know what to consider myself, if you get what I mean, cause I don't know what you call a person who's like living as ghost but isn't fully dead and isn't fully human... I guess you can just say I'm a Half-Ghost."