mostly ghostly

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#2000

Ever since that successful plan of coming out from hiding last Halloween, Harry didn't have a single negative thought to do it again.

He didn't get noticed by anyone else than his sweet, sweet Louis so why not do it again?

Really, what was the harm in it?

"You're coming with me, right?"

Of course, Louis.

"Good."

It was nine pm when Harry decided to show himself after five minutes of Louis whispering out his name in the dark.

It seemed like Louis believed that his Haz would only come out in the darkness which of course wasn't technically true.

Now it was half past nine in which the two were talking and smiling and promising little things.

Harry sat on the bed but faced the closed door for caution as Louis sat on the ground below him.

"What are you going to dress up as, Lou?" whispered Harry.

"A ghost!"

Then the boy stood up and climbed on the bed, pulling something out from under his pillow.

A white cloth or blanket with two big holes was placed in Harry's hands.

All Harry could do was stay quiet and smile, from being amused.

He unfolded the fabric and pulled it over Louis.

Louis blinked back at him through the two holes, his blue eyes lighting up.

"Ghosts do not look like that."

Louis frowned, "then what do they look like?"

They look like me, Harry thought bitterly, all transparent, lonely, vengeful, and utterly empty.

But of course, he didn't dare tell the innocent boy that he was a dead, cold spirit.

Instead, he merely smiled and patted the boy's cheeks, making them a bit pink.

"For one thing, they do not look like pretty little boys."

He laughed softly, "or look like white lumps."

Louis slide off his costume and pouted.

"I'm not pretty. Mum says boys are supposed to be handsome and girls pretty!"

Harry shook his head and smiled hazily for a while.

If only Louis knew just how pretty he was...

"Your mum was wrong. Boys can be pretty, beautiful even, if they truly are...and you certainly are, Lou."

That wiped the pout off Louis' face and for some reason, he blushed again.

He seemed to do a lot of that around Harry.

Louis shyly looked away, "then you're pretty too, Haz..."

Now it was Harry's turn to blush furiously.

"Thank you, Louis. But you are much, much more beautiful than me."

Louis faintly smiled at him before abruptly jumping down from the bed and to his desk where he retrieved some papers from the drawer.

He grabbed a particular paper from the stack and held it face-forward to his chest.

He walked slowly back to Harry who was peering at the paper, trying to figure out what it was.

"What is it, Lou?" Harry asked, finally restless to wait for the boy to tell him.

"Something for you."

And then, Louis turned over the paper and handed to him.

Harry looked down at the paper which had a drawing of someone painted on it.

A drawing of him: green eyes, curly hair, even his lips.

Underneath the portrait was the sloppy-ish scribbled words: My Hazza.

Oh, Louis...

Harry looked up to the boy he loves so, so much.

His wide opened, cheeks tinted red, and smile wavering.

"Thank you."

Harry choked on his words, suffocating with love and care from Louis.

It was long since he had anyone who cared for him and simply didn't walk away from him altogether.

He was drowning in Louis' presence but he didn't mind this time.

"Haz, it's time to go. Mum's calling for me."

Louis broke Harry away from his overwhelming thoughts with a tap on his shoulder.

He saw Harry look at his art again and with a smile he said, "keep it. It's for you."

Harry nodded, thankful for the gift.

As he folded the paper and slipped it in the front pocket of his jeans, a knock came.

"Lou? Are you ready to go?" called his mother from outside the door.

Louis cleared his throat, "give me a minute, mum!"

"Okay but be quick."

And footsteps trailed away from the room.

Louis faced Harry again who held out his costume for him already.

"Same thing as last time?" Harry asked, referring to their communication of him speaking in Louis mind during the hunt.

Louis nodded and held out a hand.

If the hateful plan of revenge still went through, Harry might've glared at the hand and vanish on the spot but things were different.

He was different.

So Harry took the little boy's hand and when they were both ready, Louis opened the door.

The two strolled to Jay by the front door, still hand in hand though Harry turned himself invisible.

Louis smiled underneath the white cloth of his ghost costume as Harry spoke, of course in his mind.

You look so pretty, my ghost.

Which Louis hurriedly whispered back, "you are."

I'm your pretty ghost?

Louis turned to where he believed Harry's face was.

"I can only see you and you can disappear. Isn't that what ghosts do?"

I guess so...

Then the bright happy smile appeared, melting away Harry's worries and fear of being pushed away for who he is now.

Louis looked up at the glittering night sky and back at his left.

"My pretty ghost Harry."

[A/N: Weeee update and it's cute. Aight. Soooo, explanation: Louis knows and understands that Harry isn't something he should openly talk about to anyone else. He partially gets that Harry is a ghost but he doesn't yet know why he became one (that will be talked between them later on in the story)... And all the questions Louis holds inside him which can be parallel from yours, will one day be asked and the answers given by Harry will be revealed. Also, the story is halfway through.]