Can you love a ghost? // H.S✔️

10. Playing together

I do some homework in the kitchen and make myself some dinner as I had a text from my dad that he and mum are going out for dinner so won't be back. It's 8.30pm when I look at the time and decide to give homework a rest and I close my books.

I jump in the shower and get my bed clothes on, just my normal baggy t shirt and hot pants and head back down stairs. I decide to go and play the piano to relax me. I play some simple songs just something easy and notice out the corner of my eye a security light pops on outside.
I stop playing and walk over to the window and look out. The light is on by the out house just across from our drive.
I'm feeling brave and decide to put my coat on and head out in my slippers.

Once I reach the outhouse the door is swinging open which is probably why the light keeps being set off. I walk up to the door and close it but something flashes catches my eyes. I look around the drive way and step into the outhouse. I haven't brought my phone with me for light but thankfully I catch a light switch which I turn on. The light is bright and it takes me a moment to adjust my eyes.

I look around and there is loads of gardening materials and a few boxes and empty plant pots and then the thing that caught my eye. Resting in the corner is a bag of golf clubs, I walk over to them. They're old not really old but they definitely haven't been used in a really long time. I pull one out it's heavier than I thought it would be. I lift it up to the light to see any marking on it then I drop it in horror.

I take a step back when I realise the club is covered in redish brown..like..like old blood. Surely the police would of cleared anything to do with the murder? I rush out and close the door pulling the bolt across and run as fast as I can back into the house.

My breathing is heavy and fast and I'm struggling to calm myself down. I decide to go to bed early I feel this whole house is getting to me. It's ridiculous.

I wake up to the faint sound of my parents giggling and knocking stuff over, obviously they've had some drink tonight.
I roll over and go straight back to sleep. I again wake up and think to myself I'm going to kill them if they're not quiet but I then realise I can't hear them. I can only hear the faint sound of music. I dread to look but I look at my phone for the time and of course it says 3.30am.

I sit up and collect my thoughts together.

It's Harry.

What a ridiculous things to think I say to myself. He's not real, he's not alive. I head without hesitation downstairs straight to the piano room and slowly open the door.
I find him there just like last night, eyes closed playing perfectly, his fingers without question knowing where to go on the keys. My heart drops at the sorrowful tune he's playing. I don't realise it but I'm holding my chest as tears slide down my cheeks.

"Don't cry" I open my eyes to see Harry standing in front of me.

I let out a gasp and as soon as it's out I cover my mouth to avoid any other noise coming out which may wake my parents up.

"You're here again" he smiles, it lights up his whole face and melts my heart. He walks back to the piano and sits back down.

"I've been waiting for someone to move in with a piano!" He says excitedly as he runs his hand down the keys letting out some noise.

I pull my hands away from my mouth and walk into the room, I close the door behind me and walk up to the piano. I rest my hand on the wood and pull away when I realise how cold it is. I look at Harry and he's staring at me, waiting for me to say something. What do I say to a dead guy?

"You're dead" yup that would do it, way to strike up conversation Holly.

He chuckles to himself and starts playing a hoppy, cheery tune on the piano. Much different to his depressing music that I came down too. His head is bopping along to the happy tune, his hair bouncy with the movement. I study him for a moment, he's beautiful, carefree and definitely no older than nineteen at the most. He's got a strong facial structure and beautiful eyes, I can see some tattoos on his arms where his sleeves are rolled up and there is definitely some on his chest where his buttons are undone.

He is not a what I thought a ghost to look like I expected him to be in a Victorian outfit, dirty and grubby and white. But he's not he's just like me.

"Did you hear me? You're dead!" I repeat getting slightly annoyed with his chirpy tune.

He looks up at me and carries on playing and winks at me. Then he stands up and bangs on the piano.. DUH DUH DA DUHHH I roll my eyes at the common tune DUH DUH DA DAHHHH.

"Correct I am" he stops playing and does a little grin.

This is crazy. Absolutely fucking crazy.

"Are you really Harry Styles?" I whisper realising I need to keep the noise levels down or I'm going to wake mum and dad up.

"Yup!" He sits back down at the piano.

"Er..ok..is this a fucked up dream?" I ask the question looking around the room.

"Nope!"

He starts playing a sad tune on the piano and he closes his big green eyes. He waits a minute before he speaks.

"Play with me?" He moves over and taps his hand on the seat next to him.

"What is going on?" I look around the room waiting to wake up any minute.

He smiles a cheeky smile at me which makes me melt. A ghost makes me melt? I convince myself this is a dream and decide to play along.

"What's going on? I'm asking you to play the piano with me." He states matter of fact.

I shrug my shoulders and sit down next to him I feel the coldness coming from him.

"Do you know greensleeves? It was my mums favourite" he starts playing and I shake my head. Although I remember hearing it the first time he played.

"Hmm. Follow my lead then" he grabs my hand and it's cold. Dead cold and places it on the keys and I slowly get the rhythm and start to play.

We play for hours silently playing. Mournful songs only speaking when we decide on what song to play next. I ask to play can't help falling in love and we play perfectly In sync with each other. I close my eyes and play my favourite song, when I open them I find me playing on my own.

I abruptly stop and look around the room. Im here alone with no sign of Harry. Have I woken up? I look at the clock up on the wall and it's coming up to 6am.
6AM! I shout at myself.

Shit.

I close the lid of the piano and pull the seat underneath. I stand in the middle of the room and look around, where is he? Was he ever here? I feel an emptiness like I'm missing a part of me, that I never realised I had.

I feel a cold breeze brush past me and I know in that moment this wasn't a dream.

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Guys please listen to any music I add at the top of the chapter it really sets the scene (well for me it does!)

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S.x