There (Haunted)

Chapter twenty-eight

Rose storms off into the den. Which I assume by now is perfectly organised and how it was before, how she left it. Because thats the type of person she is.

"I'll go see her." Harry follows the short blonde haired girl out of my kitchen.

"Don't walk in on her getting changed. Or do what ever!" William yells out, rolling his eyes but still laughing.

Harry lifts his hand up as he walks away, I can tell he's laughing to.

I look at William, with one brow raised.

"Oh, last night before the whole ghost incident I stole Harry's phone and after we went to sleep Harry walked in when I was getting changed." William tells me.

"What do you have to get changed in?" I ask.

"Okay, okay I don't sleep with any top on. I've done it since I was a kid. He walked in on me taking my top off, which was a little embaressing!" He sits down on Rose's chair, opposite me.

"So you and Harry aren't you know.." I don't look at him.

"Becs, what?"

"Gay?" He laughs as soon as I ask him.

"No way! I can tell you this, Harry is defiantly the last person on earth who would like men! And me, nah. Wait, what makes you think that?"

"Oh well, I heard Julie say you two got very close."

"Yeah, we hug. But he's like my younger brother, one I never had. You know i'm a only child right. No siblings." He frowns. "So me and Harry have all ways been close. Especially when we both needed help."

"Oh! That makes sense!"

The pan Harry left on starts to sizzle rapidly. Thankfully. The conversation wasn't something I wanted to bring up and didn't want to hear anything else, incase he was mad at me.

"Harry!" William yells. "Breakfasts burning!"

Harry comes rushing in, Rose tagging behind, her arms crossed.

"Hey, your not mad at me are you?" I ask William.

I quickly change the subject, kind of.

"What, of course not. Its not the first time i've been asked that. I'm just one of those actors who has a close bond with another." William shakes his head.

"Can I ask you something?" He looks me into the eye and nods. "What did you do to make you own niece hate you so much?"

"Several things really. Firstly when she was 3 I left her in a graveyard for 6 hours, her biggest fear now is graveyards and zombies, she claimed she saw 12 zombies. Come on she was 3!" He begins.

"At least she has a fear." I mumble.

Its true, I have no idea what my biggest fear is.

William ignores me and carry's on speaking.

"Um, when she was 11 I freaked her out when I spoke to dead people, in a graveyard, after I took her in there. And she was one of the first to realise I was going mad. Its not very good for a little girl to see all the bad her uncle has done." He smiles sadly at me, and I return it.

"I'm sorry."

"Its fine." He whispers.

"Hey what are you two rambling on about then?" Harry puts down the plates of scrambled egg, toast, bacon, sausage and hash brown down in front of us.

"Thanks." I say.

"Oh, more rumours of us." William tells him then digs in.

"Ha! That." Harry snickers.