One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)

His ghost apperance - preference

Harry:

You are in your house, just hanging, listening to music and reading. Suddenly you hear a meow from by the window. You slip of the bed, walk to the window, looking outside. There's nothing there. You shrug it of and go back to your bed.

There's a meow from by your bedroom door. You frown, leaving the magazine you were reading, annoyed to be interrupted.

Swing the door open you find nothing but an empty room. 'What else did you expect' you ask yourself, as another meow pierces the air. 'Meow' you turn around, 'meow' you swing around the other way. Your heart starts pumping faster as you twist around, trying to locate the sound.

Finally you flee against the small closet in your hallway. You open the door, your jaw dropping heavily.

On the floor sits no one else then Harry Styles, covered in cats, lifting one up to brush his nose against its pink little one. His eyes darts to you.

'Hi' he grins.

Liam:

You sit in your couch, flicking trough channels, desperate to find something to watch. It's only 8 p.m and you aren't tired.

'Go back one.'

You freeze.

'Excuse me?'

You hear a sigh.

'Go back one, PLEASE?' Steps sound against the wooden floor, and a boy with light brown hair, grey t-shirt with a black jacket over, sneakers, and his hands shoved down the pockets of his black jeans shows himself.

'Name's Liam.'

You snap out of your shock.

'Why should I go back one?' You ask, motioning against the tv. He smiles and plops down next to you. Taking the remote from your hand and switching channel, he then turn to you.

'Because they are sending my favorite movie.'

You look into his eyes, and then turn to the tv. A child's room is being displayed, and you cuddle back into the couch.

'I'm Y/n.'

Niall:

You're out walking in town, and fittingly, you walk past a Nando's. You push the door open and look around the room for an empty table. A guy from the staff comes up to you, and soon enough you're seated further in, by the wall and close to the toilets. You order, and bring of your jacket.

It strikes you that maybe using the toilets would be a good idea, since they are hard to find, plus you could really need to wash you hands. You leave your jacket, so you won't lose you seat and walk in to the toilets.

You walk against a booth when you hear a voice

'Hey! Can you order something for me too, and bring it here? I'm dying for some food.'

You turn around to find a blonde boy sitting on the counter for the sinks. You frown.

'Why don't you order something yourself?' He lets out an accent covered laugh.

'I can't. They a' too dumb to see me.' You take a step closer to him. He doesn't look human.

'Try pulling your hand through me.' He says with a big grin. 'It won't hurt one bit.'

You back off again.

'I see. Well, if you give me some privacy to pee, I'm sure I can figure something out.' He leaves with a laughter.

You end up ordering some 'take away' and bring it in to him to eat. He gave you a 'Horan hug', something he proudly told ya he invented.

Louis:

You are in the park, laying on a blanket and enjoying the sun.

Children's laughter from a playground nearby make you wanna go have a shot. You wait until the youngest children had left with their mummys, and carefully sit down on a swing. Gaining speed, you smile to how much fun it was.

Suddenly a boy is sitting on the swing next to you. His brown hair fly in the wind and he watches you with a cheeky grin.

'Wanna race?' You stop your swing.

'Absolutely' you grin widely.

'3 2 1 GO!' You both push off the ground, attempting to be the first one to gain the most speed.

Finally you give up, watching him fly over the trees, higher then you would ever have the energy to.

'This was fun.' He smiles against you at the end of the day, as you split up after spending hours of playing stupid child's play. 'It made me feel...human, for once in a while.' He starts leaving, but turns around after a few steps.

'My name is Louis, by the way. Louis Tomlinson.' He shouts while walking backwards, then turning back again.

You smile as you look after him, tears forming in your eyes.

'I know.'

Zayn:

You were getting ready for a night out with the girls. Standing in front of the mirror you try to tame your impossible hair. You sigh and let go of the braid you attempted to do, but stray hairs kept escaping.

'Want help?'

You turn in shock. From the shadows by your bathroom comes a black haired boy, with his arms filled with art imprinted with ink. You swallow.

'Zayn.' You say quietly. 'Yeah, sure, I would, thanks.' You turn back against the mirror.

He gently picks up strands of your hair and restarts the braid. He works quietly, but effective, stroking your forehead to pick up some hair that has springed loose. You stare at him in the mirror, unable to believe what you see.

When he's done he gently lays down the braid against your neck, softly brushing over your skin. You shiver slightly, and turn around to face him.

'It looks beautiful. Thanks.'

He smiles gently.

'YOU look beautiful.' His head snaps up, and then he smile down at you again. 'Now go have fun with your friends.'

You hear a beep outside, signalising that your ride is here. Zayn follows you to the door. He gives you your bag, and holds open the door for you to walk out. You turn around.

'Thanks again.' You say quietly. He smiles and leans against the door.

'Have fun.'

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A/n: I was walking home yesterday and heard a cat. Couldn't see it, and I said to myself 'that's how Harry would appear as ghost'. It resulted in this.

Thanks for reading and hope you stick around.