CHAPTER SIX
I feel my stomach turn as Harry nods his head. He’s actually going to tell them. Harry’s actually going to say he has a ghost in his flat—or like most others, that his flat is haunted.
Louis mimics his action, his head bobbing up and down a bit before he puts his hand on the small of Harry’s back and guides him to the couch.
Once they sit on the couch, Harry looks up at the four other boys and asks, “So I’m not crazy? This stuff is actually happening?” And I feel the need to hug him and punch him in the face at the same time for multiple reasons.
“We saw it, that’s for sure.” Liam says quietly, still very jostled from the events, I can tell, “What else has, you know, happened around here?”
Harry shakes his head then drops it into his hands and mumbles something that sounds like, “More than I could have ever dreamt.”
Louis nods his head and says, “Do you want to talk about it?” to which Harry shakes his head.
“No, I don’t want to talk about it.” He replies to Louis, but then sighs deeply, “But I have a sick feeling that I have to.”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Niall assures from his spot on the coffee table right in front of Harry with his elbows on his knees.
Harry again sighs, finally removing his head from his hands. “But—like—I have to make sure that I’m not crazy, that I’m not… you know, seeing things—hallucinating.”
“Well, by what we just saw, I don’t think you’re just seeing things.”
My heart breaks at the sight of his wrecked expression, how much I’ve caused him and just how it’s impacted him. He may put on a façade but I know and he knows that this isn’t normal and this isn’t good.
But the notes? When I told him to stay? Does he think that those weren’t real either?
Harry nods, but his worried expression doesn’t leave his face, “There’s so many things that have happened, and you wanna know when it started? The very first day I stepped in the flat!” He says, much louder than the first times, but it seems to capture the others attention.
Harry continues before any of the others can, “There was a box—of, of, books. There were, like, seven or eight.” He says and I automatically know what he’s about to talk about and my body flinches on it’s own.
“I remember looking over and seeing it on the counter, by itself, nothing else there. And then I go out and get more boxes, and once they’re all there, I look over and there’s a book on the counter! Lou, you were there, you remember!” Harry explains, and turns to Louis, waiting for him to say something.
Louis nods his head, “Yeah, yeah I remember. You kept saying that the book wasn’t there, but I honestly didn’t see it.”
Harry nods his head, a little bit more enthusiastic about the stories. “Yeah, so when you left, I went over to the couch and just thought, ‘I’m not crazy, it’s just that I have a new flat.’ And I swear to God, I felt a cold draft around my body, and you know that people always say—” Harry says but gets cut off by Niall.
“People always say that if a spirit is present the room will feel colder or, like Harry said, you’ll feel a cold draft.” Niall explains, looking all around the group and making gestures with his hands, “Trust me, I’ve seen enough ‘Ghost Hunters’ to know.”
Harry nods, “Well that’s always been true because whenever something weird happens, it feels about ten degrees colder in here.”
Niall makes a knowing face and says, “Yep, that’s what happens in every one of those shows.”
