Ghostly (Narry)

Chapter Seven: Z is for Zen

"What? Murdered?" Louis chokes out. This wasn't what he was expecting to come out of Liam's mouth.

"Yeah," Liam replies absentmindedly, focusing on finishing reading the article.

Niall knew that he was dead, and he knew that someone had killed him. From the spot he had seen on his forehead in the mirror he figured he knew what had happened. He wasn't quite sure if he was ready to hear the story come out of someone else's mouth. A part of him was still hoping that this was some crazy dream he seemed to be stuck in.

"Does it say how?" Louis asks quietly, in shock that all of his suspicions were true.

"No, it didn't go that much into detail," Liam explained, "His name was Niall Horan, 23 year old recently graduated from Uni and he was home alone. Apparently his roommate came home from the grocery store and found him dead."

Niall's heart dropped. Zayn had been the one to find him? He felt awful for his friend. He couldn't even imagine how that would have affected Zayn, all he knows is that if the roles were reversed, he would be completely broken, finding his best mate dead on the floor of their shared apartment.

He wished there was a way that he could get into contact with Zayn and tell him that he was okay. Well, as okay as a ghost could be.

He wanted to tell them to find Zayn and bring the boy here to see him. Zayn had always been someone Niall could go to for comfort. God, he missed Zayn. He wanted to give him a long hug and cuddle up on the couch with him. He wanted to hear his deep voice, maybe even tell him that he thinks that Zayn should be friends with the boys in the apartment. They could all go out together and have fun, Niall would like that.

He even wants to tell Zayn that he has a crush on Harry. He could imagine how loud Zayn would laugh when he tells him about almost walking in on Harry in the shower. He could imagine Zayn's understanding face if he told him that he had walked through Louis and scared the boy half to death.

"Damn," Louis breathes out before breaking out in a grin, "So I was right."

"I guess so," Liam says, a grim look on his face as he puts his phone back into his pocket.

Harry rolls his eyes, "I'm still not buying it."

Louis and Niall both glare at Harry. How could he not believe it? There was now evidence supporting Louis' theory. Harry had felt it himself but was trying to play it off.

"How could you not? Were you even present for what just happened?" Louis asked exasperated.

Harry's arrogance pissed Niall off. If he could possess Harry and make him hit himself in the face he would. Instead he crossed his arms and glared at him, focusing all of his energy to try and move something.

Harry's notebook flew off of the couch and hit the wall by the TV. All three boys jumped in shock.

"I think you just pissed him the fuck off," Louis said, staring with wide eyes at the notebook laying on the ground.

Liam's mouth was open in shock and fear. He did not want to be here right now. What if it wasn't even this Niall guy? What if they had just welcomed a demon or something into their apartment.

Harry gulped hard. He was at a loss for words. His brain couldn't think of anything logical to convince himself that this was in fact not a ghost.

Niall watched the boys' reactions. He had gotten what he wanted, but he immediately felt guilty because there was no way that they were going to help him if he scared them too badly. He didn't want the boys to move out and leave him with some new boring tenants...or worse, girls.