IN WHICH a book where drabbles, one shots and imagines are written for male and female characters and celebrities with a male reader.
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male reader | multifandom imagines | book two | ongoing | unedited
Book: Male Reader Imagines, Multifandom Chapter 63: House Of Horrors, Celebrity Word Count: 1745
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"I am not going in there." Harry said defiantly, sticking his head up and glueing his feet to the ground. He made it known that he wasn't going anywhere near that house.
Liam groaned and threw up his arms. "[name], why did you bring your lame boyfriend if he wasn't going to come with us?"
In front of them stood a tall house that looked to be hundreds of years old. It was the house that everyone talked about. Apparently, it was haunted and no one had the guts to go in, the people who did don't come back out. If you did you would be hailed as a champion. That's why the five guys had gone in the first place, Harry had only tagged along because [name] had asked him to come and hang with them. If he knew this was where they were going, he never would have agreed to come and he wouldn't have let [name] go either.
"Don't be a dick." [name] snapped at his best friend, not a fan of the insults towards his boyfriend.
"I'm not being lame, I'm being smart. Why would I want to go into a place that's rumoured to be haunted? If you want to die that's fine but I like to live." He said sassily.
"It's not haunted." Zayn said with a roll of his eyes. "It's all made up. Ghosts aren't real."
"Then how do you explain the deaths that have occurred in there?" Harry questioned with annoyance.
"Anything could have happened! And I more likely blame it on a psychopathic human over something that doesn't exist."
"Believe what you want but me and [name] aren't going in there." Harry gripped onto [name]'s hand tightly, making most of the others boys scoff.
"Seriously, you're really just going to let him control you like that?" Liam said angrily. "We've been planning this for weeks. Don't let your boy toy make you pussy out."
"Would you just shut up for a second." [name] said in exasperation before he turned to Harry. "I'm sorry for bringing you here. I didn't know this was how you felt about this place. Here," he took his car keys from his pocket and handed them over, "you can drive back to mine and I can meet you there later."
"Wait, you're going in there?!" Harry exclaimed, his brows furrowed in concern and worry.
"That's my boy." Liam cheered and pat him roughly on the shoulder.
"There's nothing in there, babe and we are going to prove that tonight. We'll only be like an hour or two, I'll be back before you know it." [name] waved his hand, not seeing the growing look of fear in Harry's eyes.
"I know you feel like you need to prove something but please don't go in there. I have a really bad feeling about this place." Harry basically begged him, looking him in the eyes and that's when [name] could see how desperate he was.
