Believe in Ghosts

Come back

Her hands come closer and closer, and Niall closes his eyes, already knowing what is going to happen next.

She doesn't see him.

After a couple of seconds, he opens his eyes again. Just like he expected, her hands are away again. Realising the fact the love of his life hands just went trough me, he looks at what she grabbed.

 A magazine.

She opens the magazine, her eyes are still glistering with fresh tears. Every now and then a new tear escapes from her eyes. 

Her hands are shaking, and she slowly moves her hands to her mouth and bites her nails,  a bad habbit of her.

Niall wants to tell her she shouldn't bite her nails, that it wil cause pain later. Then she would just laugh at him, and slap me playfully saying that she is a big girl and that it will be alright.

But, It is just useless to speak now. She can't hear him, nobody can. Except those other stupid ghosts.

Niall moves a bit so he can see what Gwen is reading, and to his shock, it is an article, about, well, him.

Niall wonders why she is reading that, she knows it's pure nonsense, he has told her multiple times. 

On the right of the page is a big picture of him, a picture from their last concert.

He looks over at the left page, where is like always a big boring page about me. This time it is even longer than usual, but that's probably because he is dead.

Niall starts to read the article, and some sentences catch his eyes.

'He wasn't ready for all the fame' 

'Maybe he was heartbroken?' 

'How could he do this to all the fans?' 

On the last sentence he starts to get mad, it is not like he doesn't like his fans, no, in fact he loves them. But, his friends and family are a little more important, right?

Fans don't know the real him.. Yes, they know the Niall Horan, but they don't hang out with him all the time.

He just thinks the boys, his family and friends care a little bit more.

He looks over at Gwen again, and notices new tears stream down her pretty face. She closes her eyes for a second, and lays the magazine down on the table again. She stays in this position, and after a couple of minutes she quietly mutters something.

"Where are you Niall...."

Niall's heart breaks at her weak voice, and the way her trembling lips move. she sounds so broken.

Suddenly the door bursts open, and Gwen opens her eyes again, her head snaps to the door.

"Wh-who is there?" Her little, weak, voice says.

"It's me, don't worry." Harry says.

"Oh-h... Okay" Gwen says before making herself comfortable on the couch again.

Harry drops his keys on the kitchen counter and plops down on the couch next to Gwen.

He looks at her, while Gwen is just looking at, well, not really at anything.

"How are you?" Harry asks

"How do you think I am?" She responds, with no emotion in her voice.

It stays quiet for a couple of minutes, Not an awkward silence, but also not a comfortable silence. They are just.. Quiet..

"And now?" Harry asks.

"Hmm?" Gwen asks, not understanding what Harry says.

"We can't just sit around here.." Harry says awkwardly.

Gwen looks at Harry "Are you kidding me?" 

"W-what do you mean?" Harry asks.

"Niall is just fucking dead and you tell me to move on?" She says standing up.

"N-no it is not like that, it is ju-" Harry tries to say but Gwen cuts him off "Yes that is what you are telling me! It is like you don't care at all!" She says.

"G-gwen don't say that.. I care, Ofcourse I care! What do you think? He was one of my best mates!" Harry says.

"D-don't 'was' , he is still one of you best mates,  h-he isn't dead," She falls to the ground  "He isn't dead.."

"Y-yes he is Gwen.." Harry says sitting next to her on the ground and stroking her hair.

"No..." She just mumbles "He isn't dead"

"Gwen, listen to me" He says cupping her face in his hands. "He is dead."

"No! He is not! Tomorrow he will just happily bounce around doing whatever the fuck he wants to do! He isn't dead Harry!" She screams standing up again.

"Yes he is fucking dead! You have to face the truth Gwen!"

"I-I can't" She whispers quietly, before storming upstairs, leaving Harry behind.

Harry moves slowly to the couch and plops on it. He cupps his face in his hands, and pulls softly at his soft, brown curls.

"Come back Niall.. Please" He whispers

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