Life after Death

Prologue

I knocked on the door to his office lightly.

"Who is it?" I heard Harry ask from inside.

"It's um... Elle-Smith."

I heard footsteps slowly approaching the door from the other side. As the footsteps increased, my heart beat increased. The steps stopped and the door opened slowly, creating an eerie noise thoughout the hall.

"Hi Elle," He spoke with a grin, "Can you bring that in here?"

He stepped back, allowing me to walk through. I set the breakfast down hurriedly and quickly ran to the door but when I got there, Harry was stood blocking the door, blocking me from leaving.

"I don't mean to be rude but I really should be getting to the laundry." I muttered nervously.

Ever since I've arrived here, I have had a major crush on Harry. But he would never like a new-comer like me. He always gives me the worst nerves whenever I was around him.

"The laundry is fine, I'll call Angela to do it. But please, sit down to breakfast with me." He stated as he strutted to the table in the corner.

I didn't want to disobey a re-born like Harry and say 'No', so I tried to be as polite as possible.

"Sorry but I really should tend to my other chores."

"Nonsense." He said. His voice was strong and confident and I knew my legs would give way soon, So I slowly walked towards the table and took a seat.

"Of course Mr.Styles." I bowed. All new-comers addressed re-borns as formally as possible.

"You can call me Harry." He spoke.

I cleared my throat because I was feeling incredibly awkward in the silence.

"Elle, tell me about how you died."