In Between || h.s // on hold

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|| Chapter One ||

When I thought that I'd be walking some kind of road or stairs after I die, I was certainly wrong.

Because I was here, watching my own body being mourned over. My blue casket was being lowered and soil spilled over to hide the coffin that contained my body.

I'm dead.

I was somewhat invisible because even how much I tried to call or touch Cyrus, my best friend, who presided over my funeral and the only person who mourned for me.

Cyrus was crying silently, as we both watched the coffin being eaten by soil. "I will miss you, Sarah. I'll remember you until my last breath," he sniffed and I felt tears pricking from my eyes.

"I will miss you too, Cyrus. I love you," I croaked out and started sobbing as Cyrus walked away from my grave.

I looked at the grave, the epitaph catching my eyes.

Sarah Nicole G. Parks

December 26, 1994 - March 29, 2014

Her memory will be remembered by everyone who truly loved her. May she rest in peace.

An arm suddenly was draped over my shoulder, making me flinch and step back. A boy, probably my age, his green eyes stared at the grave with a smirk in his face.

"'May she rest in peace,' what a load of bullshit," he scoffed and looked at me.

"Isn't it?" he asked me and I arched an eyebrow.

"Who are you?" I asked and the smirk on his face widen.

"I'm Harry, Harry Styles," he introduced. "And you're Sarah Nicole G. Parks," he added.

"How did you know my name?" I sniffed.

"Well, that's your grave, isn't it?" he casually asked and I nodded.

"C'mon, I'm showing you something," he said, pulling my hand.

I stumbled before following him. We walked deeper to the cemetery and he stopped by a huge grave.

"Read aloud," he said and I looked at the words embedded by the grave.

"Harry Edward Styles. February 1, 1994-February 29, 2014. His memory will be respected and remembered by all who witnessed his unique personality and good deeds. May he rest in peace."

I gasped and looked at Harry. "This is your grave!" I said and he nodded, smirking.

"Yes, and I died a month before you did," Harry said and I looked at him strangely.

"Aren't we supposed to be in heaven, or something?" I asked and his smirk widened.

"Hah, that's what I asked when I died. And we're stuck in between because we have a mission," he said.

"In between? Mission?" I questioned.

"Yes. The world has two realms. Life and death. But there's barely two inches-thick line that separates the two. And we're standing on that line," he said.

World? Two realms? Life? Death? Everything is happening so fast. I barely even remember how I died! Now I'm hearing that I'm stuck in between life and death.

"And there's only one way to leave life's hell. That is to finish our mission."

"Mission? What mission? Is this some kind of James Bond joke?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "I wish but no. This is all true. An our mission is to find your murderer," he said and that left my mouth hanging.

"Murderer? I was murdered?!"

"Yes you are," he nodded, studying my reaction.

"You? Are you stuck here because you will find your murderer too?" I asked.

"No. I'm not murdered. I committed suicide," he said with no emotion on his face.

"Why did you committed suicide?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"I don't remember. I just heard that I committed suicide while I was watching my own funeral," he frowned. So he's like me. Barely remembering how we died.

"And now you're stuck in between life and death just because you'll help me? Isn't that unfair?" I asked.

"Babe, life is unfair. Do you think death isn't?"