Haunted

"And who should I make this out to?" asked Harry. His eyes looked up from the picture and he felt himself freeze. "Aurora Ann Life," she said smiling, her honey gold eyes staring straight into his soul. "You're not...you're not alive," he whispered. "You're wrong," she whispered back, leaning over the table. He turned to tell the others, that Rori was back, but when he looked to where she was standing...she was gone.
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Rori Ann Life, was One Direction's life. But she died in a car crash. She was dead. She had been dead for two years now.

But now Harry keeps seeing her everywhere.
Aurora was back...but the question was: HOW?

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6. Envy is a Green Monster

A/N: So, I guess I'm due for some explaining! :/ Well, you see, I've been really busy this week and last weekend. My aunt just passed away and not from old age. She took matters into her own hands... I didn't know her very well, but that was an issue in my family recently. And I've been having rehearsals for the play Macbeth. I would say "COME OUT AND SEE IT!!" Except... I don't want to reveal where I live... And then I had auditions for the Governor School for Theater (They hated me. :'( ) And then I had another set of auditions for All District Chorus. I MADE IT IN! But I didn't really place a very high ranking. :( Unlike freshman year when I was ninth in the district. :(

But oh well! :) Here's the chapter you all have been eagerly waiting for. :)

 

CHAPTER 6

Rori skipped ahead of us as we walked down the street. She was half dancing with Louis and half skipping while she was laughing at his awkwardness. Her smile lit up the whole street, even though it was drizzling in London. Her pale blonde hair danced in the breeze, her golden eyes holding her usual mischievous glint. It was like she had never left.

Though, Harry felt unusually jealous of Louis. Everytime her hands intertwined with his, or everytime she linked arms with him, it was as if a knife was being driven deeper into his chest. Harry shook his head of curly locks and jabbed his hands into his pocket.

"You okay, man?" asked Zayn, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Fine," Harry said through his teeth. Zayn patted his shoulder a couple of times before leaving him alone. They walked into Rori's favorite little restaurant. They slipped inside, but kept their disguises on. Rori quietly laughed at us as we claimed a little table.

"Hello, how can I help you today?" said a waitress. She looked bored as she shifted her weight onto the other foot, her hand resting on her hip.

"Yes, actually you can, love. I'd like a menu," said Louis, teasing.

"Me too," smiled Niall.

"A menu for me as well," said Liam.

"Same," Harry said.

"I would LOVE a menu, love," said Zayn, also smiling up at the waitress. She narrowed her eyes at us, and then they suddenly widened.

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE--"

"Yes, these are the Rori boys. Now, we would like our menus please," interrupted Rori, calmly, before the waitress could yell out who they all were. She started giggling excessively.

"Okay," she said, dreamy-like as if she were high on helium. Rori rolled her eyes.

"I keep forgetting how famous you guys are," she smiled. Harry rolled his own eyes and then smiled back at Rori. Harry opened his mouth to say something witty, when a disheveled head of black hair interrupted him.

"Rori? Rori...Life?" asked a deep voice. Rori paused as the rest of them froze. She turned around, smiling, and then her smile faded.

"Steve," she whispered.

Steve was her boyfriend before she died. He was the boy she saw before the unfortunate accident.

"Rori?! How are you here? You're dead! I saw," his voice broke, "I saw you..."

"Shh, I know," hissed Rori. Her face was turning red as everyone looked over to see where the commotion was coming from.

"Rori! You can't be... But you're here! I used to imagine you coming back all the time. Oh, Rori, I missed you so much," said Steve, hoarsely. It was all Harry could do to punch him in the face. The look he was giving Rori was absolute longing and lust.

"Maybe this is another illusion... But, you look so real. I can smell you. Like your perfume. Like berries--" Wrong, thought Harry and Louis, she smells like rain and flower petals "--And your hair, it's moving--" Wrong, they thought again, it's dancing with life "--And your eyes are even more brown than I--"

"For God's sake, they're GOLD!" Harry cried out. He grabbed Rori's hand, "Let's go, Rori." He dragged Rori out and the other boys didn't follow, to keep Steve from running after them. He didn't stop running until they reached an abandoned playground. Harry let go of Rori's hand as he heard her pant. He sat down on one of the swings, and gently went back and forth. Rori paused, looking at him, as if memorizing the way he looked, the way he used his legs to move back and forth, as if just memorizing the scene that was laid out before her. Then she walked over and sat down in the swing next to him. He took off his disguise and threw it on the ground in disgust. He looked back over at her. Her golden eyes were upturned towards the gray sky.

"Steve needs to go," she said. Goosebumps formed on Harry's arms, but he wasn't cold.

"Um, yeah. I hope he doesn't start stalking you. That would be bad," said Harry. Rori broke out of her trance and then chuckled at him.

"Were you jealous, Hazza?" she teased, pushing his arm playfully. His breath hitched in his throat and he laughed nervously.

"I'm never jealous. I'm not the jealous type. Though, Niall? Niall gets soooo jealous," said Harry nodding his head. She rolled her eyes, and then poked his cheek with her finger.

"I've missed you, Hazza," she murmured, her eyes staring at his cheek. Then her golden eyes met his green ones.

"I've missed you too, Rori. I've missed you so much," Harry whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. A whisper of a smile appeared on her face. Her eyes traveled around his face, as if memorizing every groove and every imperfection in his face. Then her eyes reached his again.

"But you can't stay long," Rori barely whispered that Harry thought he heard the wrong thing. She put a soft, satin hand on his cheek, and then leaned in closer. She pressed her lips against his. It was fire erupted wherever she touched. She pulled away before he even knew what was really happening. She had tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she whispered before getting up and running away. Harry didn't follow her, knowing that it was better for her to leave before something bad happened.

She was dead.

Nothing good would come from it.

 

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