**This story is NOT for kids! If you are under 16 years old, please do not read this, and if you are under 16 and you decide to read this book.. please do not come to me and complain!**

Her name is Hanna, she's 17 and she's totally in love with One Direction. One day she get's to meet them, but nothing goes as planned. Will she survive? Will she get to meet her fave band? Read and you will know :)


11. Chapter 11


Harry P.O.V

I woke up this morning with an uneasy feeling i'd see Hanna somehow soon. I really wished i'd see her so i could know what actually happened to her that day. I remember seeing her at the venue, i recognised her from the picture journalist posted on the news web page. I remember thinking she was the most beautiful girl i've seen. She was so shy but so attractive in a way. I wished i could come back in time and take her hand, bring her inside and sat her close to me. She wouldn't be dead if i'd listened to myself.

Hanna P.O.V

I could hear all his thoughts. Was i really the prettiest girl that day? I smiled to myself. I asked god how could i make myself appear to him. I knew he could feel my presence but i want him to see me with his beautiful eyes. Wasn't that just the stupidiest thing ever? I'm dead, DEAD I AM, what interest would that be for him seeing a dead girl standing by his side, watching his every move. He was so beautiful. The press really made him look like a seducer, a player, a cold hearted player, but he wasn't. I knew that. Somehow God helped me that day and I could feel myself appearing to him. What should I say? ''Hello Harry i'm a fucking ghost'', i was no Casper the Ghost. I had to find a way to come back and do it so he wouldn't freak out.


Harry P.O.V

My body was hot, i was nauseous, i felt something warm by me and I was praying it was Hanna. I needed answers more than anything. I couldn't tell anyone, the boys would think i'm mad out of my mind. Breath Harold, breath. I looked down, peaked at the time and when i brought my head back up, there she was. My heart stopped, i wanted to yell, i was insanely scared, but yet calm. I wanted this so bad and now she is here.

''Hanna?'', i asked.

She smiled right back to me, brought her finger to her mouth and whispered ''shhh''.

''I'm so sorry Hanna'', hot tears fell down my warm cheeks.

''Don't you be sorry Harry, it is not your fault. I've been waiting a whole year to meet you, you know. Let's make the best of it'', she replied.

I could feel her every emotion, she was so sad, i knew that, even though she looked happy and confident. I could feel her pain and sadness in every part of my body.

''What happened that day Hanna?'', I asked, still in shock.

''I..'', she paused. ''I wanted to meet you guys so much..'', she gave herself a long pause, again.

''Take your time'', i told her, giving a warm ''it's ok'' eye contact.

''This man, he came from behind your tour bus, he looked like he was part of management. He came over and told me he was looking for a lucky fan or two, so they could meet you guys. I was alone and he took advantage of me. I followed him to the bus, but we were not going into your bus. At first i was scepticle, but then i wanted to meet you so badly, and i followed him to the back of the parking lot, where they standed a bus. This bus Harry. Someone pushed me in and took me away'', She stopped.

We were staring in each other eyes.

She continued.

''He drugged me and i was uncontious for a week. I woke up  a week later, in London. He tied me up in the back of the bus, rapped me, beated me for a whole week. I couldn't take it longer Harry'', she stopped again.

''Its horrifying Hanna, i wish i was there, i would have saved you. I don't know you but i feel something about you. Something so strong, powerful and nothing can change that. I'm here Hanna'', I responded.

''One day i completely woke up. I was finally contious for the first time in the week. I yelled on the top of my lungs for some help. He heard me and rapped me again, swearing he'd kill me if i didn't shut up. I was so scared, i couldn't stop yelling. He finally did it. He punched me, tortured me to death'', she finished.

Louis P.O.V

I was scared. Harry was talking to himself for the past half hour now. I was worried. It looks like he's talking about Hanna again. I wish he'd stop, it was hurting him so much, it was not worth the waste of energy. I took a chance and opened up the curtain of my bunk bed and quietly came down from it. Silently moved to Harry's bunk and asked, ''Are you alright in there mate?'', I opened up his curtain.

Hanna P.O.V

I vanished away like i'd never been here, leaving Harry to deal with Louis's questions i knew he'd ask. It took me 7 days before i'd be able to make another appearance. I knew it wasn't good for Harry's health but i couldn't live without him not knowing i'm stuck here forever, unless he finds a way to help me out of here. He was the only one able to set me free, and he had to know how. Unfortunately i didn't know how, myself, how to let him know how to do so.

''Hey Harry'', i quietly said.

He was sleeping. It was the only safe way to talk without them boys to know i was physically here.

''Hey Hanna, why did you wait 7 days to come back? I was scared, i thought i'd never see you again'', he responded, waking up and sitting down.

I smiled to him, he surely did look concerned about me and cared.

Harry P.O.V

I gestured her to my side. I needed to feel her body against mine. She gladly came forward and we laid down pleasantly ''spooning'' myself to sleep. t's like i've been dreaming everytime i see her. It doesn't feel real, but it actually is.

I woke up the next morning, alone. She was gone again.

''Hanna, come back tonight please'', I whispered.

Today was a big day, we have an interview on BBC radio, a photoshoot and we are starting to film our first movie as well having a show tonight. I needed to get back to my senses and act like i was fine. I hated press and papparazi's, i hated journalists and people in my face every second of the day, and the last thing i needed was an article saying ''SPOTTED; Harry talking to himself''. I knew i was mad crazy, but i was mad crazy in love with this dead girl.. is that even possible?

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