See Through

Olivia Adams isn't alive, but she isn't dead either. Somewhere between heaven and hell lies perpetual purgatory, and she's inevitably stuck in it. There's unfinished business to be tended to, but the question of what it is remains unanswered. She walks the streets of New York City with tears in her eyes, but nobody notices the girl that barely exists. Until a beautiful day. Niall Horan has found her, and he sees and feels and hears her. She's falling in love with him, even though she's frightened since her last lover took her very own life. Through Niall, Olivia is able to reconnect with her sister, Jessi, and exist as if she never left. But, what happens when a dark mass tries to ruin any chance Olivia has of living again? Will the mass get to her, allowing her spirit to move on? Will she be able to fight it off long enough to become human again? Or, will she forever remain see through?

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3. Acknowledged

 

Jessi's POV

 

I wake up to sunshine, still tired and grief-stricken. I'd do anything to have her here with me right now. I'd give up everything I've ever owned, but too much time has passed and there's nothing I can do to get her back. All I can do is pray that I'll see her again one day.

“I made breakfast,” Andrea says as I walk into the kitchen. “Big day today.”

“You are not going, okay?”

“Why!?” she pouts, sliding some scrabbled eggs from the skillet to my plate. “I promise I won't fangirl. I promise, I promise, I promise.”

“If I let you go, will you shut up?”

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

“YESS!!!” she giggles, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. “I can't wait! Oh my gosh what if he has one of the other guys with him?”

“I could care less,” I reply with a yawn. “I just want to know what he wants.”

“Maybe he thought you were cute and just wanted to meet you.”

“Doubtful.”

She pauses for a minute and looks at me deep in the eyes. “Hey...what if he saw you at your showcase and wants you to go on tour with them?”

“Forget it.”

“It's possible. Stop looking on the dark side of things.”

I scoff and take a sip of my orange juice. “My showcase was over a year ago. I doubt it would take that long for someone to notice.”

“Why haven't you done a recent one?”

“Because I know Olivia isn't gonna be there to watch it.”

The room gets chilly suddenly and I shiver. The coldness is almost energetic, like someone else is in the room listening and watching...and waiting. I don't believe in the paranormal, but it's sometimes comforting to know Olivia might be around somewhere.

Do you ever get the feeling like you have no where to turn? Like a halfway house isn't good enough because you're missing the one person that meant the world to you. Your hero, like the stars that shine at night aren't as bright and the world isn't as beautiful without them there.

That's how I've felt for a year, and I'm sick of it. The room is filled with people I love, but they are oblivious to my despair. My sister, my life, is gone. I don't know how to come to terms with it. I've had enough to time to move on with life but every day is the same and nothing changes.

Luckily I have Andrea to confide in. “Olivia would be there. In spirit,” she says, taking my hand. “I miss her too, Jessi.”

“I know. But I just wish I had the chance to say goodbye.”

“She didn't know she was leaving. It's not your fault. It's his.

“Yeah.”

She pulls her hand away and my orange juice knocks over and spills all over the counter. “Ugh!” I groan as I grab a rag to clean it up. “Watch what your doing.”

“I didn't hit it!” she protests. “You did.”

“You pulled your hand away. Mine didn't move!”

“Okay, fine. Whatever you say.” She finishes her plate of food and grabs her purse. “Let's go.”

“Where are we going?” I say with a mouthful of bacon.

“Shopping.”

 

 

 

Niall's POV

 

I need to take a hold on the wheel before I crash. All I've thought about for three days is Olivia Adams and my “encounter” with her. I don't know what I'm gonna say to her sister, but hopefully I'll get the guts to tell her I've seen Olivia without her getting too freaked out.

Everyone else thinks I'm lying. Maybe she'll believe me. Hopefully.

“You're seriously going to talk to her sister?” Harry asks with doubt. “Won't that be weird?”

“Not at all.”

“You're cruel, you know that? Taunting a grieving girl with make-believe about her dead sister. That's inconsiderate.”

“I'm not lying, Harry!”

“I don't believe you,” he smirks. “You've gone nuts.”

“Then by all means come along and let me prove it to you.”

“Oh, I'd love to.”

So it's settled. Harry will accompany me and I will prove to him I really met Olivia Adams. I don't know how I'll do it, but I will. I've never met a girl like her honestly. She seemed so upset crying there on the sidewalk, but one look into her eyes and I knew she was special. She held ambitions and passion that couldn't break out of it's shell.

I'm scared of her, though. If she really isn't alive, that means I talked to a ghost, right? Isn't that brand me some level of delusional? Doesn't matter, I guess. I can't help it that she was there one minute, and gone the next. It makes sense for her to be a ghost. Otherwise, Harry would have seen her, and she wouldn't have vanished.

Six o'clock rolls around as Harry and I arrive at Ramone's Cafe. We take a table outside and wait for Jessi. Fifteen minutes later, I vaguely see three figures walking up to the restaurant, two of them talking amongst themselves, and the other following close behind.

Hey! That's her.

“Harry! Harry, look at those girls!”

“Daayyyummm. I like the taller one, the blonde. You can have the other.”

“No! Look behind them. There's the girl! She's here!”

“There's no one there, Niall.” He laughs and shakes his head. “I swear, you're starting to freak me out a little, and it's getting annoying to say the least.”

The girls get closer and talk with the hostess, who in return points to our table. The three of them join us. “Oh my god!” the tall, blonde girl shrieks as she sees us. “It's Harry!”

Out of the corner of my eye I see Harry grinning from ear to ear like he'd just won the lottery. They're at our table now and they each take a seat. The blonde girl looks like she's about to hyperventilate, and the other looks severely unhappy to be here. Olivia is standing close by, and I try not to look at her even though she's looking at me.

“Hello,” I say to the two girls. “I'm Niall, and this is Harry.”

“Oh, I know who you are!” the blonde one says. “I'm a HA-UGE fan! I'm Andrea.”

She shakes our hands and turns to her friend. “You must be Jessi,” I say finally, breaking her silence. She nods and smiles as our waiter comes to our table. We all order and go about casual conversation. “So how long have you guys lived in New York?”

“All our lives,” Andrea replies, giving Harry the flirty eyes. “But we both want out of here.”

“Why? God, I love America. I would live here, but unfortunately I'm a busy guy. New York is such a beautiful city with such beautiful girls,” Harry says returning the look. I roll my eyes and glance over at Olivia who is trying to pull out a chair to sit down, but she can't quite grab it.

Holy crap.

“So what did you need to talk to me about?” Jessi finally asks.

“Right,” I begin. “Uhm. I don't really know how to say this. Maybe I should just...okay.” I purse my lips and look for the right words, but I can't think of any. Following my instincts, I just ask, “Do you have a sister named Olivia?”

I can tell she's taken aback, and glancing over at Olivia, I see she is too. Her eyes are wide and she's suddenly excited. She comes over to us and stands beside me. “She'll say no,” she says with a grin. “She only talks about me to family and friends.”

“Wait and see,” I reply, clearly not thinking.

“Wait and see for what?” Jessi asks, confused.

“Sorry. I'm sorry, I was thinking out loud. Go on.” Olivia starts laughing at my attempted save, which seemed to work.

Jessi fumbles with her thumbs for a second before replying, “Yes. Well, I did at one point. She died a little over a year ago.” Her voice is a bit shaky now and I think maybe I shouldn't continue. But I have to have answers. “Why do you ask?”

I glance at Harry who has his face in his hands, and then to Olivia who raises her eyebrows, awaiting my response. “She's going to think you're nuts,” she says. “Better stop while you're ahead. Hey, Jessi.” She goes over to her sister and starts waving her hand in front of her face. “JEESSSIIIIIII!!!!”

I laugh and Jessi looks at me awkwardly. “See, nothing,” Olivia says. “I guess you've figured it out by now. I'm not exactly alive.”

I shake off her comment and reply to Jessi. “I met her,” I said point-blankly. Her face is expressionless and unemotional.

“What do you mean? Recently?”

“Yes.”

“That's impossible,” she says. The waiter brings our food and we begin eating without any other words. I don't know what to say now, but Olivia sure does. She keeps talking, and I keep ignoring it, but it's pretty funny with the things she says.

“I didn't mean to offend you,” I whisper finally. “I'm sorry.”

“You didn't,” she laughs. “It's just that uhm. My sister passed away, and I think you've got the wrong Olivia Adams.”

“Oh, Jessi. So naïve and unmindful,” Olivia says, rolling her eyes. “I have an idea Niall. Keep talking about me.”

I nod. “I'm pretty sure I have the right girl,” I say to Jessi. “Long brown hair, brown eyes. Kind of a darker complexion, but beautiful. She looks like you in a lot of ways. She wears a cross neclace with green emeralds on the front.”

Jessi's eyes get big. “Who the hell do you think you are?” she scorns. “How dare you dangle this in front of my face!”

“No! Please, you have to believe me,” I beg. Andrea eyes are huge and she keeps looking back and forth from me to Jessi, eager in the dramatic view of the argument. “She's here right now!”

“Come on, Andrea, we're leaving.” She stands to her feet and grabs her purse. What do I do!?!?! She can't leave! I have to know why this is happening.

“Shit,” Olivia curses. “Wait! Tell her that the day before I died she told me to be careful because Brian was getting very abusive.”

“Jessi,” I say before she has a chance to walk away. She turns back to me with hatred in her eyes. “The day before Olivia died you told her to be careful, because Brian was becoming abusive. I suppose that was her boyfriend.”

Jessi looks intrigued now as she sits back down. “Go on.”

Olivia gives me more things to say and Harry is on the clouds thinking I'm some kind of maniac. “She used to braid your hair every day before school, you always got mad when you couldn't go out with her and her friends, and you still have that blue jean jacket she wore all the time.”

Her eyes become watery and her voice lowers. “How...how do you...how do you know that?”

“I told you. She's standing right beside me.” I look up at Olivia and she smiles.

“Some would think otherwise,” she laughs.

“Don't play with my emotions, okay?” Jessi cries.

“I swear I'm not. I would never do this if it weren't true.”

“Fine. I'll believe you if you can tell me this. When she was alive, she used to call me a nickname because I loved nutty bars. Tell me what the nickname was and I'll believe you.”

I look at Olivia once again and as she tells me, I can't help but laugh. “It was...” I say between the laughs. “Nutterbutt.”

Jessi gasps and puts her head in her hands, crying. Harry is surprised and Andrea tries her best to comfort her. “I guess you did see her,” Harry says in awe. “I'm sorry, mate.”

“It's okay. I just want to know why I can and everyone else can't.”

“I do too!” Olivia declares with a laugh. “It's bullshit! I do hate seeing her cry like that, though. Tell her I love her and that I'm always near her.”

I don't want to cause this Jessi girl any more pain, but maybe she'll gain some closure. “Jessi...Olivia says she loves you, and that she's always near.”

“She sees me here?” Jessi replies through gasps for air.

“Uh, duh. I watch you every day, nimwit.” Olivia rolls her eyes and switches her weight from one foot to the other.

“Of course she does,” I say with a smile. “She always watches you.”

“Finally...” Olivia mumbles. “The see through girl is acknowledged.”

 

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