Love In Death (1D AU)

Chapter Eight - New People & Explanations

Pretend shes Helena ^^

New People & Explanations

After the bullet entered Helena's chest everything was black, but then she woke up. She woke in a forest. Helena was lying on the ground next to another figure. She sat up easily.

She looked to her left where the other figure was laying and she recognized him easily. It was Harry but he had his eyes shut like he was sleeping. His arms were neatly folded over his chest.

Suddenly, with no warning at all he shoots up taking in a big breath, or it would have been.

"Helena?" Helena nodded.

"What happened? One second that man was," he faltered "and now-" he was interrupted by a bright light coming from in front of where they were both sitting.

"Helena Carter. Harry Styles." He acknowledged them. He was dressed all in white, he had average features and dark hair.

"How do you know us?" Harry asked.

"I have been sent here to inform you."

"Of what?" Helena asked.

"You are both dead and this day is the day, or night, you both died. One will appear as a ghost the same time that the one they were destined to be with dies."

Helena didn't uderstand.

"I don't understand." Harry said. Apparently he didn't either.

"If someone doesn't have love in the time that they are alive then they will come here at the same time that the person they were destined to be with dies whether its a thousand years apart or not."

"Ooooh" Harry and Helena said at the same time.

Then it finally sinks in as to what that means. Helena looked up at Harry and he has the same surprised look as she did.

"Woah, are you saying...." Harry gestured to the two of them.

"I don't know," the man said in a harsh, sarcastic tone. "I am a message deliverer not a match maker. Now, go find love before I change my mind and kick you out of this dimension."

Helena laughed and the man disappeared.

There is the most awkward silence imaginable.

"Lets go explore!" Helena said excitedly and grabbed Harry's hand. They ran off and Harry's frown changed into a smile. They ran in a random direction hoping to find a way out of the forest. Soon they came to a street and there was people everywhere. There looks like there is going to be a massive street party. Then Helena remembered:

The coronation of the queen was today.

Wow.

"My parents would know I'm gone by now." Harry said. Helena nodded slowly. After a few minutes Helena had an idea.

"Hey, if were ghosts then we can see if anyone else here are ghosts just by yelling out." Helena grabbed his hand again and they make their way through the masses of people. There are enough people that you could get lost but few enough that you could weave and not touch anyone.

Since Harry and Helena are new at the ghost thing their first instinct was to weave through the people, and thats what they did.

"Is there anyone that can hear us? Helloooooooooo?" Helena called, soon Harry joined in and they were calling to random people who didn't reply. Soon Helena stopped so abruptly that Harry ran into her, still holding her hand.

"Helena? Whats wrong?" He asked.

"Uhm Harry?" She gestured in front of her with her head.

He looked in the direction that Helena was looking and he noticed them. There was a woman and a man. The man had dark skin and was in an old WW1 army uniform. He looked familiar but she couldn't tell where she'd seen him. The girl was wearing an old dress from the 1700's. Her blonde hair was blowing in front of her face. She was very thin but extremely pretty. They kept straight faces but they were soft. Slowly, hand in hand, they turned around and walk straight through people and in the opposite direction.

"Quick." Harry said and they ran after them, slightly dodging people out of instinct. Occasionally, one of them would allow an arm to slip through someone but they didn't stop to watch them shiver.

Once they caught up to the couple, they had reached a small, brick house. It looks like the oldest house in the street. The garden isn't nice and flowery like the others and it looks like its been abandoned for a while. They follow the man and woman into the living room of the house.

"Please, take a seat." The boy gestured to the dusty lounge against the wall. Harry and Helena both sat on the lounge and waited. The two stood in front of them facing them. The man held his hands behind his back like some sort of General and the girl just stood normally.

"Who are you?" Helena asked, unable to hold my curiosity in any longer.

"I am Captain Zayn Malik and......thats Perrie." He said.

"Hey!" Perrie slapped Zayns shoulder playfully and turned to them.

"Please excuse him, my name is Perrie Edwards." She said with a big smile on her face, they both looked really kind.

"My name is Harry Styles and this is Helena..." Harry started.

"Carter, Helena Carter."

"Nice to meet you," Zayn started, "you two know your dead, right?" They only nodded and he continued.

"Well, welcome to the Second Dimension. I'm going to tell you something important and you have to listen," they nodded again. "When I died in 1915 Perrie appeared at the same time as me despite the fact that she died almost 200 years before me. Whats your story?"

"We died at the same time, together."

"Did anyone visit you when you died?" He asked.

Helena looked over at Harry and he nodded. "There was a man."

"What man?" Perrie said. "What did he look like?"

Harry too, over. "He was wearing white clothes and he had brown hair. His face was pretty average. He said 'I have come to inform you that you are dead' and 'this is the night we died'."

"Anything else?" Zayn asked. They sounded like they were desperate and have been waiting forever for this answer.

"No" Harry said.

"No, wait, there was something else." Helena intervened. "He said 'If someone doesn't get love in the time that they are alive then they will come here at the same time that the person they were destined to be with died whether its a thousand years apart or not." Helena remembered his exact words. She smiled, proud of herself.

Zayn looked at Perrie and his smile was so bright and happy that Helena felt as though she was intruding on their personal moments. She could literally see the love radiated off those too.

"Did you hear that," Zayn said to Perrie, "we were made for each other." They high fived and Harry and Helena laughed.

"You two can share the main bedroom upstairs." Zayn told them.

"So Helena, you can come with me and we can discuss girl things while the boys talk crap." They laughed, Perrie took my arm and they skipped out, leaving Harry and Zayn alone in the living room.

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Author's Note

ZAYN AND PERRRRRIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!

HELENA AND HARRRRRRRRRYYYYY!!!!!

-James

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