Ghost [Niall Horan]

Chapter 13

I do my prayer. Thanking God for all that I own and have.

"Do you never sleep?" I ask Niall, who's sitting on my study table and watching me.

"Sleep is a luxury that I can't afford" he's lips quirk up into a thin smile.

"Maybe you can try to?"

"I've tried. Failed hopelessly" he chuckled a bit, shaking his head. He soon straightened himself and looked at me, again. Studying me. I do feel insecure. I cover my lower body with the blanket and tuck myself into bed for the slumber and the night to come.

"Can we um... talk a bit?" I hear his soft voice speak. I sigh and sit back up.

"Yes. Yes we can" I smile. He gets off of my study table and walks towards me. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I wonder where he buys his ghost clothes from. He sits at the end of the bed. The cold slightly hits me, a shiver in me hustles up.

"What do you want to be? What career do you want to pursue?" He asks. Oh, so we're having a serious talk. No kidding, huh?

"My mom believes, I can be anything, everything I want to be. I believe so, too. But I guess, a little bit of more optimism would do wonders" I start.  He nods, approving of me to continue.

"I want to do something with music. I want to be a pianist. I'm dropping a year, so that I can contest in this music prodigy competition" I smile. His once adorable ecstatic face was now grave serious. Dead silence. We just look at each other. Our facial expressions contrasting. He's probably making up jokes in his mind to make fun of me.

"That's bloody brilliant, Ava. How the hell, haven't I heard you play yet?" He literally shouts.

"Well, it's been some time. I've got to get back to practise. May's gonna approach soon" I heave a sigh.

"Anything else you're hiding?" He asks.

"I want to write, too" I say. He nods.

"Anything else?"

"You're being annoying?" I ask, as if it's a question. He was born annoying, now he's dead annoying.

"Anything else?" He sings.

"I'm on my period" I grimace.

"Aha. That's why you're in such a bloody mood" he says with a straight face. It takes seconds for my brain to install and run his pun. He breaks out into laughter. Trust me, we can never have a serious conversation.

"You should be disgusted" I point.

"I'm ghost. Nothing disgustingly bloody touches me" he continues to laugh. I refrain from almost hitting him. He's too cold.

"I'm going to bed" I say.

"Fine. Fine. Sorry" he says between breaths.

"What did you want to be when you were alive?" I ask.

"Ahh. Nothing much,  I used to write sappy love songs for Catherine and play a bit of a guitar. But I wanted to be a pilot, air force and stuff you know?" He shrugs.

"You wanted to be a part of your Country's defence forces?" I raise a questing eyebrow.

"Yea. My family was completely against it. Said I had enough money and a nice life" he let's out a breath, looking at the wall ahead.

"You don't look like the air force kinda guy. You're too puny" I tell him.

"Excuse me?" He makes a threateningly aggressive face. I laugh.

"I'm being honest" I say.

"Now, that I'm dead anyway" he smirks.

"But you've got to play a song for me. Tomorrow?" He speaks.

"Tomorrow" I smile.

"Deal?"

"Deal" I nod.

"You sleep then" he looks at me.

"Yea, I should. What about you?" I ask.

"Eh. I have so many things to do" he speaks.

"Like?"

"I'm Niall the explorer. Don't tell Dora" he whispers. I couldn't help but laugh. Imagining Niall in a pink t-shirt and shorts and oh... that backpack was the real deal.

"Where's boots?" I ask.

"She got married to some apeshit" he replies.

"You sure are getting full of yourself with puns, tonight" I point out.

"Therefore, I'm puny" he jokes.

"Bad joke" I say and wave him off.

"Goodnight" he smiles.

"Goodnight, Niall" I smile.

"Actually, I was thinking of visiting Catherine and giving her the live action of 'Insidious' one, two and three, Niall Horan version" he smirks.

"Good luck, send my regards to her" I say. He nods and jumps off of the window before shutting it off.

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"So, you coming to the game right?" Josh smiles and leans onto the locker next to mine, as I pull my notebooks out.

"Yea, definitely" I smile. He walks me to class.

"So, I was thinking um.... we could catch upto to each sometime?" He says. Nervously?

"We always do. At lunch break,  don't we?" I ask.

"Yea. Uh..... yea we do" he gives off a nervous laughter and walks away after smiling at me.

"Did Josh ask you on a date and did you just shove him off with your stupidity?" Jenna swats at my shoulder.

"What?!" I refrain from facapalming and maintain my cool afterwards.

"He asked you on a date, you moron" Jenna squeals. A couple of girls divert their attention to us.

"Um... cool" I say, awkwardly. I feel cold, suddenly

"Not cool" Niall says, seated in the seat next to me with his arms folded and looking straight ahead.

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