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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4. Dangerous

 

Jessi's POV

 

Olivia has been with me this entire time, and I didn't even know. I'd do anything to see her now, knowing that she's here and she's sort of alive in a weird way. Thanks to Niall, I know where she is what she's doing...how she's been.

But the question lingers. Why didn't she move on, and why can Niall see her? I usually have answers, but I have to admit that I don't this time. This whole thing is beginning so fast, and I can't drink her off my mind this time. All I know is, she's around.

Niall says he can see her perfectly, thoroughly. He can touch her and hear her. It's not fair, but it's the best I've got, and I'm willing to make the most of it. For the past three days, I haven't left Niall's side. It probably annoys him that I'm hanging around, but I can't help but be near him. Near her. He tells me things she says and vice versa. With him, I can communicate with her, and help her.

His friends don't seem to mind Andrea and I at all – especially Harry whom has taken quite a liking to my best friend. They're always whispering to each other and she's always giggling. She seems so happy and on the clouds and I feel so jealous. I used to be that way...how do I get there again?

“Olivia said to stop daydreaming,” Niall says, looking up from his laptop.

“Sorry,” I murmur, pulling off my headphones and jumping off the window sill. “I was just thinking.”

“As usual,” he replies with a laugh. “What about this time?”

“Olivia.” He chuckles and I assume she must have said something. “What's so funny?”

“Nothing. She just said that she doesn't know if she should take that creepily or not.”

“Not funny!” I yell at to her, hopeful that she can hear me. Chills rush down my body and there's a slight breeze sweeping in from the open window. I go over and close it as the snow begins to fall outside. “Gotta love New York in the winter,” I say. “Tell me again why you all are here.”

“We're on holiday. 2012 was a crazy year for us, and we just want to spend some time in the states.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Actually, we've been so busy that I forgot what fun is.”

A yawn escapes my mouth as he says something to Olivia, but I'm too tired to even question what she said. “What time is it?” I say, yawning yet again.

“About three thirty.”

“Shit!” I groan, grabbing my bags off the floor. “I better go get Andrea and head home.”

I rush out his bedroom door through the coldness and find her asleep on the couch with Harry. That's sweet. Her head is laid gently on his chest and his fingers are wrapped up in her hair. They'd make a cute couple if they dated. “Andrea,” I whisper. “Andy, wake up.”

“Mmmm five for minutes.”

“No, come on. It's late.”

“She's not getting up,” Niall's voice says behind me. “You might as well crash here for the night.”

I think about it for a moment before declining. “I don't think that's such a great idea. I mean, you're a good guy and stuff, but I barely know any of you. I just don't feel comfortable.”

“Olivia thinks you should.”

“Oh does she?” I say with raised eyebrows. “Is that so?”

“Yes, she says to stop playing it safe and just spend the night. I'll make a deal with you. You can sleep on my bed and I'll sleep in the floor. That's only fair, right?”

My eyes are heavy and my body is pretty weak, so I have no choice but to accept his intriguing offer. We trot back to his room where he makes himself a pallet on the floor and puts extra pillows upon his bed for me. I lay down and rest my head, wrapping myself in the warm place where he was laying before. “Sweet dreams, Jessi,” I hear him whisper in my ear before taking his place on the floor.

 

Olivia's POV

 

Watching Jessi sleep. Watching Niall sleep. Going to Zayn's room and seeing things I shouldn't, laughing when Louis rolls out of the bed – literally. Smiling as I see Andrea and Harry all cuddled up. It was a long seven hours without having Niall awake. Truth be told, I'm getting used to him seeing me. I try to be demure and out of the way, but he insists that I stick around because “something draws him to me.”

Jessi is mumbling something, probably rubbish about Niall or me even. No matter, I – swish. Just like that, I'm in the art museum watching the passersby. WHY DOES THAT HAPPEN!? Out of the freaking blue, everything switches and I'm in another place. Like teleportation.

I think about last night and how Niall looked at Jessi when he told her sweet dreams. Call me jealous, whatever. I'm not – I'm just – okay, maybe I am a little. But can you blame me? Niall is the first person who's talked to me since I became the way I am, and I think that kind of gives us something special.

But a ghost could never be with a living person.

That would be insanity.

I sit on a bench just outside on the sidewalk and my attention is directed toward an empty soda can. Why is it that I can touch and feel Niall, but nothing and one one else? Maybe if I concentrate really hard I can get it to budge just a little.

With everything I have, I forcefully kick the can and it moves maybe a centimeter. Okay, gotta put more emotion in it. Think of how mad you were last night when Niall flirted with your sister...SMACK! The can flies across the street and into a wide open cab door.

“Hey! Who threw that!?” the person getting into the cab yells and I can't help but crack up.

One step forward for this ghost, one giant leap for ghostkind. Doesn't that make me like some freaky poltergeist or something? Shouldn't I be scared?

 

 

 

 

Niall

 

She's so pretty when she wakes up with her makeup smeared and her hair in a mess. It's like she tries so hard to put on a shear cover, but once she's out of her shell, that's when the real beauty is exposed. She looks just like Olivia almost – very few differences, but their attitudes are completely opposite. Olivia strikes me as outgoing and adventurous, whereas Jessi is conservative and scared. I like that about her, because it makes me feel like I have to protect her.

Speaking of Olivia, where even is she? She normally waits for me to wake up.

“Olivia?” I whisper through the room, expecting her to bust through the wall at any moment, but she never does. Suddenly Jessi turns over on the bed and looks down at me.

“Is she not here?” she asks, her voice groggy, but sexy at the same time.

“No,” I say. I'm confused here. Why would she just leave? Or, maybe I've lost the ability to see her. Oh no! That seriously can't happen, because Jessi will stop hanging around and I won't get the chance to know her and...oh god.

“She probably went to the museum,” Jessi says. “You told me she said she goes there every day. Anwyay, I'd better go.”

“Oh, do you have to work today?”

“No I just figured I should get out of your hair.”

“I actually like having you around,” I say, joining her on the bed. “The guys don't talk to me much since this whole thing happened. They think I'm nuts, and you're the only person who doesn't.”

“Honestly I think you are too, but in a good way. Hell, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to talk to her.”

She's right there. I could do it now, but she'll probably just push me away. “True, nutterbutt,” I say playfully, pushing her a little.

“Oh hush, I was a little kid.”

“It's still funny.”

“Not really. But I think I have an idea. Can I see your laptop?”

“Uhm, sure.” I grab it off the desk and hand it to her. She opens it and gets online, researching paranormal investigators. “What are you doing?”

“Finding out why you can see Olivia so well.”

“You're going to have someone investigate while she's in the room? Doesn't that verge on cliché?” I laugh and point to one that looks legitimate.

“Probably, but I have to have some kind of answers. I know you came to me looking for answers yourself, but as it turns out, I have questions of my own.”

She shoots an email to one of the investigators, and they reply within a matter of twenty minutes. Apparently, our situation is extremely rare....and....dangerous?

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