A Haylor Story (EDITING)

Chapter 54 - Two Ghosts

The smell of his hotel shampoo surrounded the air between the spaces of our penthouse. What a beautiful way to wake up to.

Will I ever get used to this? Asking myself as I slowly opened one eye to check if he's beside me. I've waited three years for this moment. To be alone, at last. And there he is, those sleepy eyes that match the exact same eyes I've seen not so long ago. I stare at them as if this is the last time I am able to do so.

I carefully got up trying not to wake him up from his slumber.

Did he really ask me to marry him? It's as if I blinked and suddenly gone were the days that we pretended to be something that we were supposed to be. Gone were the days when we used to hide what we felt.

Not so long ago, he asked me a question. The question that I would never have imagined to ever hear from him.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Fourth of July. I smiled as I relentlessly remembered that day.

"Will you be my wife?" Who would have thought a year later, these words actually would actually come from him.

People say after a few dates or maybe few years of living together, the butterflies would turn into ghosts. For me, that was never the case. Everyday I look at him with the same old smile as he says those three words.

God, I love this guy. I will do anything for him. I am ready to give everything up for him that it scares me to even have a thought of him leaving me.

What if this is all a joke? What if one day, he just wakes up and take back everything he said? What if life just simply takes him away from me?

This is way too deep for an early morning in New York.

You know what, maybe I just need some fresh air.

Happy with that early morning idea, I quietly put my wool coat on and reached for the keys. Maybe he'll be awake by the time I get back.

An hour of walking had passed by and people were starting to crowd around me. How stupid of me to go without any body guards or any form of security? Clearly, I am the best when it comes to these celebrity must haves.

Trying to escape from everyone, I sprinted my way back to the hotel with food on one hand and the hotel keys on the other.

If he's still sleeping, I swear to god.

"Harry? You awake?"

"Yeah. In the bathroom." Not a surprise.

"I got food from the Central Perk shop." I said with a knowingly thought that he's gonna stop whatever he's doing just to get his hands on those cookies.

"Why didn't you wake me up sooner so I can go with you? Did you bring Jake?" I know where exactly this conversation is heading.

"Harry, calm down. I can handle my city. I live here, remember?"

He rolled his eyes and went to proceed with his morning shenanigans.

"By the way, I have something to tell you." Tell me!

"Okay, what is it?"

"I haven't played my songs to anyone and I want you to listen to it first before I give it to my mum and my management."

"Have you recorded it in the studio?"

"I recorded it with Jack in his studio but nobody knows that I am writing an album. Not even the boys."

"Why do you seem so nervous, babe?" Why do I feel like he's not telling me what he's supposed to actually tell me? Harry, I can never read your mind.

"Well, I wrote some songs about you."

"If you're asking me if I don't mind, well I don't. So, relax."

"I'm not freaking out. You wrote a lot of songs about me in the past." I totally sense that wide smirk five seconds from now.

And boy I was right.

"Did I say anything about freaking out?"

"Okay, is this our first fight as a soon to be married couple?"

"Playtime's over. C'mon I wanna hear it." Still weirded out about this whole situation. Give me three days to ponder and freak about getting married first. Then maybe I can write a song about that feeling. I made a mental note to myself that I till have yet to tell my friends and family. Speaking of friends, I hope Gigi would be comfortable with all this. Is Zayn still friends with Harry?

"Babe, you forgot to tell me about what happened to Zayn last year." He suddenly froze after hearing Zayn's name.

"Long story, love."

"Long enough that you don't care to tell me?" I rolled my eyes and gave him the attitude sensing that his stubborness is getting the best of him.

"Let's just talk about it another day."

"You know what, let's change the topic. Give me the songs!"

"Okay, okay. Play track 4."

I reached out for his iPod and looked for track 4. Seeing the title made me smile.

Two Ghosts. I couldn't relate more.

"Same lips red, same eyes blue."

Oh my god.

That first line just hit me like a thunderstruck. Perhaps this is the feeling that his fans get every time they listen to his songs. Their songs.

Oh I can't wait for them to hear this new side of him.

"Same white shirt, couple more tattoos."  And I love them all.

"But it's not you, it's not me." The words that he told me before. Ouch, still hurts.

"Tastes so sweet, looks so real." Those lips, I want to feel. I can't help but smile because our minds tangle together like they were made for each other.

I am one lucky girl. And I'll be feeling lucky for a while.

"This is perfection, babe." I say as I sense the grin coming out of that beautifully structured face. His jawline stood out from all of his features, blinding me.

"You think so?" That cute voice made me squeal inside.

"Why do you keep asking me so many questions?" Laughing, I reached for a kiss.

We were listening to his songs with one earphone each as we quietly absorbed the sirens coming from the outside.

New York, so sweet and so bright.

I was distracted by the news on the television. Why was it even on?

"Ed Sheeran found dead few days ago!" I jumped out of the bed as I grabbed my phone after reading those words. I couldn't believe what was happening in front of me.

"Babe, I'll call my manager to confirm about it. Maybe that's a lie."

That can't be it. That can't be the end of it. Is it because of me? This is all my fault. I shouldn't have hurt him.

I lost Ed. I lost my best friend. I tried opening my mouth. I tried speaking. Words were unable to pass through and resonate with my thoughts. My heart is beating so fast that I feel a pounding ache on my chest.

I have to see him.

He can't be dead.

This can't be the end.

Author's Note:
Surprise! Thank you for the 140k reads omg! I just got my account back after 2 years and it feels so good to be writing again ahhhh!!! Check out my new Harry Styles Fic in my profile (I have so many ideas for this story and I can't wait to write all about them!) Also, I'm challenging myself to write 2000 words for each chapter of that book. I want it to be perfect for you guys so keep the votes coming in if you want an update (And of course, if you need me, I'm just here editing lol). And I'd appreciate your feedback from this chapter. What do you think will happen?

Love, Cianel