Ghost [Niall Horan]

Chapter 6

        "Did you know I was one of the hottest boys in school? Every girl drooled in my presence" he says with an arrogant streak.

"More like you were one of the popular jocks" I mouth as I choose a book to read from the large collection of fiction.

"Why fiction?" He leans on the shelf and raises a questioning eyebrow.

"It helps me to escape reality" I answer carefully. He studies my face with intense eyes.

"You're beautiful" he whispers. I act as if I wasn't aware of his statement. "Why do you want to escape reality?" He asks.

"Long story short, I'm not happy with the way life treats me" I say plainly and walk to a table. He follows, the cold radiating.

"I was very happy with my life. I had the looks, I was popular, I got what I wanted, had the riches but I deserved to live more. I had so many things to learn, to see but I was deprived" he sighs.

"And I am totally the opposite" I say.

"Different people" he smiles. I nod in approval. I sit down and prepare myself to read the book. I put my reading glasses on and turn the pages.

"Do you wonder how old am I?" He questions.

"Least of my concerns."

"I'm 21" he says.

"I didn't ask" I reply, annoyed.

"You're just 18."

"Look, I don't want to talk" I tell him.

"I do" he chuckles, enjoying my annoyance. I huff and turn my face away from him. He gets onto the table in a swift jump and sits down crossing his legs. He leans his face on his hand and watches me as I read. His gaze burning my skin. Burning with cold, if that even makes sense.

"Can you stop?" I scowl at him.

"Nope. Can't do" he smiles adorably at me. Stupid boy. More like stupid ghost.

I stand up from my seat and walk up to the librarian's desk and let her register the book name that I borrowed and walk out. The bell rings soon after. I pack my bag and walk out, all the students run to the hallways.

"You can't get rid of me" Niall appears and walks backwards, facing me.

"God, give me salvation" I mutter. Niall suddenly trips down and falls onto a guy. He passes through the guy's body and falls down on the ground. The guy froze and after couple of seconds he looks at me. I stand there immobile too. I know what that must have left like. Freezing cold.

"It's very cold today" I say to the guy. I wonder how stupid I might have sounded. "Jesus, I'm freezing" the guy speaks.

"Yea. See you around" I say and rush out. Niall gets up and gives me a worried look.

"Did he think of anything inhuman?" Niall asks me.

"No. I covered up for you. You dickhead" I say, irritated to the highest level.

"Cool" he says and walks besides me.

"Not cool" I reply and stomp away, maintaining my distance from him. 

     The bus ride made me feel nauseous with Niall mumbling nonsense. Too bad I couldn't even tell him to sod off. People would think I'm a lunatic talking to myself. When the bus stopped and I got down to my stop I let out a sigh of relief.

"And did you know she was so into me? She wouldn't even....." he was rambling on and on about his Fangirls in high school and I decided to cut him off mid-sentence.

"Can you f**king shut up?!" I shouted. He suddenly stopped looking at me with wide eyes. A couple of bystanders and passers look at me with worried and scared looks. They probably think I'm deranged. But I could care less, they didn't know me.

"You are so annoying I can't even explain. You talk all the time, you don't even give me space to think. You talk about irrational things. And the happenings in your past life is irrelevant to me. So just leave me alone" I take a deep breath when I'm done. He looked taken back and surprised and sorry. A serious look on his face, finally.

"You have been given a second chance. Use this opportunity well. I wonder if you even deserve it. You rather rot in hell" I say and walk to my house. From the corner of my eye I see him stand immobile in his place and he looks at me with saddened eyes but I let the feeling of guilt drown. He was annoying me, and I've been embarrassing myself in the public too often these days because of him. He might as well find someone else to spend his so called second chance with. I'm the chosen one? Bulls**t!!

It's been only a couple of days and I can't stand him. I open the door to my house and walk to my room. I change into my sweats and after eat my lunch.

The rest of my evening I spend studying. Niall hasn't come back yet. Good. He shouldn't.

"I talked to him. He said I couldn't get another person" I was startled by the voice. I turn around from my study table to see Niall on the bed. He seemed composed and his face showed no emotion. Maybe I was really rude to him.

"You talked to...?" I say, unaware how to complete the sentence.

"God. Yeah, I talked to him" he nods as he speaks. He doesn't look at me.

"Look, I'm sorry about whatever...." I say but he cuts me off.

"It's not like I want to stay with you. I'm stuck. He decides where I go and who I stay with. And God, chose you. He wants both of us to realize something. It's like a give and take thing. He says I'll make you understand something you never did and you'll make me feel something I never did" he explains. God, really planned this out?

"Oh" I have nothing to say.

"I know I'm annoying" he admits. "And a jerk, too" he looks up at the ceiling.

"And I get irritated too quickly" I say.

I smile and he does too. He gets up from the bed and approaches me. He leans on my study table.

"Too bad, you can't get rid of me. So friends?" He juts his right hand out and gives me the most meaningful smile. I almost take his hand into mine but as if my sixth sense shouted 'no', I refrained.

"Bad idea" I chuckle. He laughs. He's too cold to handle.

Friendship can always lead to something more. More than we'd have ever imagined.

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