mostly ghostly

2008 PART ONE

#2008 PART ONE

Both Louis and Harry knew this was the year when everything was to come out.

All the secrets and truth to be out in the open no matter how horrid it is.

No matter the cost of it.

The second Louis opened his eyes today at a quarter past six, he surprisingly found his special someone sitting at the end of his bed, waiting for him of course.

Seeing the boy so early in the day shocked Louis but made his heart swell.

He could see those bright green eyes in the light.

All this time he thought it wasn't possible but then again he really didn't quite know everything that is possible to, well, ghosts.

Something he'll have to ask Harry.

Louis sighed at the mere thought of his lover.

He was so out of it, he had forgotten that the boy was right there in front of him, silently laughing at his cuteness.

What are you thinking so happily about, Louis?

A jolt, Louis focused on the curly haired boy who now sat beside him, holding his hand.

Louis could always feel Harry's light touch though it wasn't as real.

The feeling was like of touching thick fog.

Barely there but still, there.

Looking up from their intertwined hands, Louis smiled, "I can't believe you're here."

This abruptness caught Harry's mesmerized attention on their physical contact.

He puffed out a laugh, ending with a blooming smile.

"I still can't believe I can touch you. It's like I'm alive again...like I'm not really dead anymore."

Harry rambled on, talking more to himself.

As fascinating and amazing as all this was and felt, Louis couldn't help but to feel sad and concerned.

Every time Harry renounced how he was dead and a ghost, it made Louis curious to why he was in the first place.

Why did he die?

Why did he stay?

Most of all, why did Harry choose him to love, converse, touch, and to have?

Twisting his fingers, Louis looked down at his lap.

"Haz?"

Harry stopped his mumbling and looked at Louis.

"Yes, Lou?"

Louis bit his lip, unsure whether it was okay to ask.

Surely he was old enough and ready as Harry would always put it otherwise.

Several years passed since he'd been asking and he's nearly seventeen.

He's of age, right?

And from the past hints of it, it seemed that Louis was somehow related to Harry's devastating end.

Louis had the right to know.

Blowing out a sigh, Louis looked up at the cream colored ceiling, thinking that it was safer to stare there instead of at Harry.

"Am I...Am I old enough now?" asked Louis, his voice hushed as if he was saying something bad.

Maybe he was.