Ghost

Chapter 20

HARRY'S POV

Cinnamon rolls.

Warm, crispy, gooey cinnamon rolls that a mom would make for a child for a special breakfast in the morning; ones that smelled so good, it clouded up your mind for the rest of the day until you tried one.

That's what Niall's house smelled like when I stepped inside and he shut the door behind me.

"Don't forget." Niall said, and I looked at him confused. He was pointing at my shoes with a little smirk on his face.

I almost forgot. . . ghosts were supposed to have good hygiene.

"Oh, right. Sorry." I apologized, taking my shoes off and setting them by his door. I haven't remembered to do this at all on a regular basis; but he wouldn't know that.

Niall laughed. "It's fine. Don't worry about it." He walked in front of me and led me through his large house.

There was a main hallway we walked down that snaked past all the different rooms. Most of the doors to them were closed, but the ones that were open almost always had someone in them.

"Niall," I whispered. "What are all these people doing here?"

Niall took a deep breath in front of me but kept walking. "Just looking for answers to their problems. Same as you and everyone else that comes here."

I nodded as we turned right into a large room, which I was guessing was a sitting room. The walls were painted pure white. There was a large fireplace in the far left corner and two black couches on the other side of the room, covered in red pillows. What looked like a snack bar covered the far wall straight in front of me, with a large window sitting behind it.

It was a very beautiful room.

"Have a seat on one of the couches, please." Niall ordered, closing the door behind us after we walked in.

I obliged and made my way over to the far couch, sinking down into the cushions comfortably.

By the time I looked up again, Niall was already standing in front of me, which made me jump slightly.

"So, what do you need?" He put his hands on his hips and looked down at me with interested eyes.

I sighed heavily. "Well. . . I kind of have a, uh. . . problem." I crossed my eyebrows and started fiddling with my fingers nervously.

Niall cleared his throat. "How big of a problem?"

"Bigger than you could ever imagine."

He chuckled. "Well, I'm sure you're over-exaggerating there, Har-"

"It's just a big damn problem I need answers for, okay?!" I screamed, my voice more threatening than I meant for it to be.

But Niall just sighed and sat down on the couch across from me. "Alright. I'll give you answers. Just tell me what this. . . problem, is."

I nodded and took a deep breath before speaking. "There's a girl I love. . . who's in danger."

"What's this girl's name?"

I swallowed back the tears as I spoke. "Charley."

"And how is this, Charley, in danger?"

I stared down at my shoes for what felt like forever before finally answering Niall's question. "It's my father. He's after her."

I heard Niall gasp, which obviously meant I had said enough. Enough for him to understand the dangerous situation we were really dealing with here.