TWO GHOSTS

Chapter Thirteen / He's Addictive.

Tyler loves horror movies. One horror movie in particular, The Evil Dead. The gore made him flinch but it didn't bother him as much as it did with Harry. Harry loves romantic comedies, so a gory horror film made him leave the room. Even if you knew all this, you still decided to attempt to scare Tyler. Sure, he's seen a bunch of horror films but he still capable of getting scared. 

The entire first 20 minutes of the night, Tyler attempted to jump scare you. He jumped out of the closet, from around the corner, and he even hid himself in the tightest corner of the room to jump out at you. But each time, you either stared at him or rolled your eyes with a smile. While Tyler tried making you scream, Harry was showing you some of his song lyrics he writes in his private journal. 

His finger grazed along the words, "Here," he points to a title of his song, "Sweet Creature. It's the first song I've performed in New York. In a small coffee shop." His small smile brightened, "I always had gotten applause. Not sure if it's from pity or a genuine  response," he chuckled. His fingers grazed against your hand. You glanced at him, catching a faint smile. 

Admired by his smile, you spoke gently, "I'm pretty sure it was all genuine." 

Harry grinned, his shoulder playfully bumping into yours. 

The night felt dragged, and it looked like Tyler had given up on trying to scare you. You hugged Harry goodnight, feeling his tight embrace. His scent was so pleasant, you wish you could taste it. His hands caressed your back, his lips touched your cheek. Knowing Harry, you knew he wouldn't let go until you did.

You let go, letting his arms fall. He sat back onto the couch, crushing his pillow and wrapping a blanket around himself. 

You looked over to Tyler, "I guess our scare game has been demolished?"

"The night's still young." He teased.

"You can go ahead and stay up, I'm going to bed." You chuckled, opening your arms for a hug. He gave in, fully wrapping his arms around your body. His hugs were tight unlike Harry's who held you softly, but it felt safe. Tyler's lips met your forehead, leaving a tingly sensation. His long curls brushed against your cheek, making you giggle. 

He caught your smile, reflecting it.

You walked down the hall and called, "Goodnight boys!"

You heard Tyler reply, "Goodnight babe." and Harry reply, "Goodnight (Y/N)."

The sound of the harsh rain and wind outside invaded your ears. You crept into your room, leaving the door open so you felt less scared. While standing behind the door, you stripped your pants and left a long t-shirt on.  You peeked around the corner of the door, making sure the boys weren't coming down the hall before running toward your bed. Your hands skimmed along your sheets, pulling them back so you can tuck yourself in.  

Your legs were bare under the sheets, the only amount of clothing you wore was the long tee and undergarments. As usual, you scrolled through Instagram before finally settling into your bed. The large sheets were warm, comfortable.

Just when your eyes were about to close, a loud creak made them shoot open. You quickly sat up, staring into the dark hall past your open door. You weakly called, "Tyler? Harry?"

No response.

Another creak made you scoot further against your bed-frame. You whimpered, "Guys?" 

You being every stupid teenager in every horror movie, climbed off your bed. You forgot that you were basically naked under the t-shirt you were wearing--but for good reason. Your nerves were high. You allowed the dark hallway to swallow you whole, you eyes trying to adjust to the night. You reached for a light switch--it didn't work.