Another Chance at Destiny ( Harry Styles Fanfic) [Editing]

Chapter 6

Harry's POV

I don't know why I care for Chrissie so much. Maybe it's the fact that I know we were meant to be together, or it might be that I just...care. She's so sweet and funny and I don't know why this George kid hates her so much. What has she ever done to him? Maybe she has done something to him without even realising it. If so, then I have to find out what it is so I can tell her.

I walk out of the Music Room, that I have been in to get away from people, and go to try and find George. I need to see what he's up to. I need to see if I can find out what makes him hate Chrissie so much.

When I find him, he's laughing about with his friends. I walk in the middle of them all to see what they're talking about. Unfortunately they aren't talking about Chrissie. They are talking about a girl who hooked up with one of the other boys the night before.

I leave before I hear anything I regret hearing and head back to the music room. I don't want to be near Chrissie right now. I need to think. I need to think about what I'm going to do about George and how. I can't touch him, so I definitely can't hurt him and he can't see or hear me either.

Maybe I can learn to move things, so I can haunt him. That would be good. I need to train myself to be able to move things and talk to him. Alexander can help me. He's suppose to be my guide so why can't he help me haunt the person who bullies Chrissie.

Speaking of Alexander, I haven't seen him for a while. Heck, I haven't seen him since when I first met him. What a helpful guide he is.

"You know I can read your thoughts." I jump out of my skin and turn around. There in front of me is Alexander.

"You gave me a heart attack!" I say clutching my heart.

"You can't have a heart attack. It's not possible if your dead." Alexander says, confused. Oh no. He's one of those people who take everything literally. This is going to be so annoying.

"I know. I didn't...Never mind." I say, shaking my head.

"What do you need help with?" Alexander asks.

"I thought you just said you can read my mind?" I say confused.

"I can but I would rather you tell me." He says. I just look at him like he's crazy and then get onto what I want to do.

"Can you help me to learn how to move stuff and to be able to be visible to people who cant see me?" I ask, hopeful. He looks at me as if to say he isn't sure.

"Why?" He asks.

"Well..." I start off. "Chrissie is getting bullied by this kid called George and I thought that if I could move stuff then maybe I can haunt him into stop being mean to Chrissie." Alexander doesn't look sure but then nods.

"I suppose I could teach you." He says. "But you'll have to do everything I say."

"Of course. Anything." I say. I'm just glad he's going to do it.

"We'll have to do it later though. I don't want anyone here whilst I teach you." He says.

"But no one can see us." I point out.

"It's not that. I just like it to be quiet when I'm teaching." He says. Before I can say anything else he disappears. The bell then rings and I'm guessing he knew that and that's why he left. I make my way out of the classroom and down to the Lunch Hall. No one will be down there during class so I might as well wait for Alexander down there.

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It's now the end of the school day and I'm in the Lunch Hall. I call for Alexander and patiently wait for him to show.

"Hi Harry." He says from behind me, making me jump again.

"For god-goodness sake." I correct myself. "Stop making me jump." I tell him.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He says.

"It's alright. Can we just get on with the lessons now. I really want to get started." I say eagerly.

"Alright. Alright. We'll start with how to touch things." He says.

"Okay. What shall I move?" I ask. Alexander looks around for something. He then spots an empty bottle under a lunch table.

"This!" He says. He puts it on top of the table. "Okay now what you have to do is concentrate. Focus very closely on the object and imagine that you are picking it up." He says.

"Do I really have to do this every time I move something?" I ask.

"No. Once you get used to it then it should become natural to you." He says as if I should know. "Try it." He says. I take a deep breath in and put my hand out ready to try and pick up the empty bottle. I focus hard on it and think only about picking it up. I reach for the bottle but like usual my hand goes straight through it. I groan.

"Don't worry. Not many people can do it the first time." Alexander reassures. "Try again."

We try about three more time before I can physically feel the bottle in my grasp. I still can't pick it up though. I can grab it but when I try to pick it up I lose concentration and my hand goes straight through it again.

"You can do this. Just concentrate." Alexander says. This time I manage to pick it up. I congratulate myself but then lose concentration when I do so. Why is it so hard to concentrate?

"Don't worry. You're actually learning quite fast. We may only need about a dozen more lessons and you should be able to do it perfectly." He says with a smile. I feel quite proud of myself. Only a couple more lessons and I should be able to pick things up without hesitation.

We train for about another half an hour and then Alexander decides that it's enough for today. He vanishes and I'm left alone in the school again. I practise and practise what Alexander said to do all night and when school starts again I feel much happier. Chrissie notices too but I just tell her I'm in a happy mood. Hopefully she wont ask anymore questions.

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A/N So Harry wants to help Chrissie out by haunting George...

Again I'm sorry for such a short chapter. I always seem to finish chapters quickly. And YAY an early chapter!

I hope you like the story so far. I love writing it and if people don't like it I don't know what the point of writing it is.

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I might start doing questions at the end of my chapters to see if any of you like the things I do. I might not but I could...

~Chloe~

(PS if anyone reads my other story Taken and Trapped, there is going to be a sequel but not for a while yet. I need some help with ideas and a name for the story so if anyone could help with that, that would be amazing!)