Two Ghosts

Samantha had one addiction. It wasn't the sort that left you needing rehab or reaching for a bottle of £9.99 vodka off the top shelf in the little corner shop that was always busy between the hours of three p.m and nine p.m. Her addiction was different. She was, in fact, a film addict!
Her life at times has been littered with sad moments that meant Sam could have gone one of two ways. But she wasn't a quitter so instead she filled her days with happy endings and credits rolling. Who doesn't liked to get lost in a good romantic comedy?
Richard, her gorgeous boyfriend with his Hollywood looks was her very own Hugh Grant but unbeknown to her, one musician was about to make her question who she wanted her leading man to be but most of all she started to question whether happy endings truly do exist

Copyright © 2016 by Ellie_xo
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5. 5

I spend the next two days in bed, Not knowing what to do with myself has resulted in me doing nothing at all. It's continuously ground hog day in my house. I get up, have breakfast, have a shower, get in fresh pj's, watch movies, have a nap ... You get my point. Truth be told I like my own company, I'm used to my own company but it just feels like something is ... Missing?

Jules has been to dinner with Austin and she phoned me last night to tell me all about it! "He's so laid back, he took me to a KFC. Can you believe it! Me! In a Kentucky fried chicken! How adorable!" I feel as though she wants me to be happy for her, I would be ecstatic if it wasn't for poor Bob! Richards calls have been short and sweet. "Absolutely Hectic over here! I must dash, don't miss me too much!" Is usually how the conversation starts and finishes and as for Harry? I haven't seen him or his "date" so I presume they are holed up in his bedroom doing ... Whatever!

I'm half asleep, the other half of me is fighting to stay awake to watch the end of an affair to remember when the phone rings. I rummage through the blanket I've become knotted up in and answer it on its final alert


'Pumpkin you're awake! Sorry it's so late!' I check my watch, it's a few minutes before midnight

'No, don't be sorry it's nice to hear from you! I can't wait for you to be home -'

'Guess who I'm having dinner with?' his voice cuts me off and I rub my eyes whilst sitting up

'Well considering they are important enough to abruptly end my sentence I'm going to say the president' I can't hide the harshness in my voice. I'm tired and grumpy, funnily enough he doesn't notice

'Oh better than that! Your mother!' He has my full attention and I swing my legs off the couch as I sit up further


'Your mother! That's wonderful isn't it?'

'Hmmm no? What is she doing there? Why are you meeting her? Is she ill?'

'No no darling nothing like that! She emailed' of course she did. I landed nicely on my feet according to my mother when I met Richard and since I introduced them she has got her claws in, just to be sure I don't screw it up and he leaves 'She was so excited that I was in the country that her and Christopher have flown in for a few days'

'Oh, that's -' utterly weird! 'Nice. I hope -'

'Got to dash pumpkin my uber is here! Love you' and with that the phone goes silent.


I cannot sleep! I've even resorted to having a whiskey knowing I'm an utter lightweight but nope, it doesn't help! I dial my moms number but hang up before it rings. I want to tell her to stay away from Richard but a part of me also wants to cry and ask why she couldn't have flown over on my birthday. No! I am not the weak child of hers that does that! That's what she wants!

It's just after one a.m when I hear some type of commotion outside and then a light tapping at my front door. At first I think it's my imagination but the noise is persistent. I grab an umbrella from out of the stand and without taking the chain off, slightly open the door

'Yes?' I boldly say without showing my face. What if someone has been watching the house? What if they know I'm home alone? Oh no, it's like the movie "The strangers" what do I do? What if they try and come in?

'Prim?' I can't contain the relived sigh I feel when I hear his voice. I quickly slide across the security chain and swing the door open

'Harry? What are you doing?' I have never been so happy to see a normal human being! I love horror films, it's my genre but clearly my imagination can runaway ... Sometimes

'I'm locked out. Cliche I know but it's true. I thought Austin would be home -'

'Don't you have a key?'

He raises his eyebrows and then shakes his head, clearly fighting the urge to probably say something mean to me 'Yes, I have a key. But it's currently inside the house. And I'm not!'

'Oh' the cold night air softly bristles it's way around me and I hug my cardigan over my body 'Would you like to come in?'

He looks unsure for a moment and I watch his teeth bite down on his bottom lip before releasing it 'yeah, if you don't mind? Do you have an iPhone charger? My battery is dead and I need to call Austin?'

I hold open the door and then bolt it once he's inside 'I don't mind and yes I do. You know where the living room is. Make yourself at home'


Even though the lighting is only set to dim I can still see his eyes are blood shot and he's clearly had a barrel full of alcohol tonight. I was quick enough to hide the whiskey before he could see it so in the end he settles on having a cup of tea and nearly a whole packet of biscuits (I presume he might be stoned! His house always smells like it!) he kicks off his boots and rests his feet on the coffee table. When I said he could make himself at home I didn't mean literally but it's early, or late whichever way you look at it and I like him in this somber mood instead of us bickering


'So' be cool Samantha! Be ... Cool 'where have you been the last few days? I haven't seen you around?' A perfectly normal question to ask your neighbour but he isn't paying attention to me, he's watching the movie that has started again

'What film is this?' He gestures to the T.V and I can't help the small smile that plays on my lips as I watch his curls softly fall on his face before he pushes them away

'This? It's an affair to remember'

'What's it about? An affair I take it?' He rolls his eyes and then dunks a custard cream into his tea

'It's more than that, so much more' I sit on the settee a little bit away from him and he licks a few crumbs off of his thumb

'Oh really? Do tell!'

'Well' I can't look at him when he looks at me like this. I can only imagine how many girls he has seen cry over him and I wonder if those broken hearts are etched into his brain 'A man and woman meet on a cruise but they are both dating other people. Anyway they end up falling for each other but they make a pact that in six months they will meet at the empire state building -'

'Why didn't they just get off the boat together, say "see ya" to whoever they were dating and be done with it?'

'Because Harry!' I take a biscuit out of the packet and take a bite 'it's not that simple. They didn't want to hurt their significant others and the guy in the film wanted to be accomplished in his own right before he asked the woman of his dreams to be his!'

'Well that sounds stupid'

'You sound stupid!' I snap in aggravation but all he does is grin, which dissolves my scowl instantly.

'So' he gestures towards the television 'Is this on that bucket list of yours?'

I'm taken aback for a moment, somehow touched that he has remembered our previous conversations 'This film? Well I did always imagine going on a cruise. Maybe meeting someone, falling in love. Hey, did you ever watch the love boat?'

He shakes his head and reaches over and takes the hair tie off my wrist before throwing his curls into it 'can't say I did prim. I don't know what to make of you. You know that, right?'

'What?' The words come out as confused as I feel. Make of me? 'What does that mean?'

'I don't know? I just don't know if you're cute, way too gullible or a downright nerd!'

I scrunch up my nose and think about it 'Are any of those traits really a bad thing?'

He mocks me by copying my facial expression and then smiles 'Maybe not for you prim, but maybe so for the people you meet' I think he's about to say something but his phone has been charging and it alerts him to a text. He reaches forward to get it off the floor and his eyes quickly scan the message 'Austins back. I'll let you get some sleep' I'm about to tell him he can stay and watch the film but decide against it. I don't think romance is his kind of thing and he has made it quite clear he's disinterested in the movie anyway. He doesn't bother putting his boots back on, instead he carries them and I follow him to the door 'Thanks for helping me out prim!'

'No problem at all! Thank you for keeping me company' he gives me a small yet genuine smile and steps out into the fresh night air. He walks to the wall but before he climbs over he turns to look at me once more

'Hey, are you free tomorrow? Most of this week even?'

'Would it be totally sad if I told you I had no plans?' My voice sounds deflated but he just softly laughs

'No, It would have been sad if you would have said yes because then you would have screwed up my idea! Be ready for ten o'clock tomorrow morning prim. I've got a surprise!'

He turns his back to me as he puts one leg over the wall and then the other

'Where are we going?'

'It's a surprise!'

'Well what should I wear?'

This grabs his attention and he leans his hands on the wall and I can tell he's hiding his grin well 'Well a gentleman would say clothes but I think they should be optional!'

I know these little comments are slightly inappropriate but he's not sleazy, or cheesy. He has the sweetest face but it's just a mask for his rogue character. Either way he makes me laugh

'You are so ... Wrong Harry' I shake my head in mock disgust before slowly shutting the door but before its closed I hear him call

'Goodnight Samantha. I'll see you in nine hours'

On the way to bed it's the first night that I scold myself and also remind myself that I wasn't like any girl he had been with because I'm happy and not interested! And this girl would not be, and would never, fall for the charms of a man named Harry

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