Zayn's pov

I and Harry were sitting on a big rock.
Harry was telling something with great interest and I was smiling at him. My eyes were studying his face from his hair to his lips. His lips. I wanted them so badly.

I started leaning forward and harry stop speaking.  He leaned forward too. Our lips were barely inches away and then....

I felt something wet and cold on my cheeks..huh?

I opened my eyes and hand subconsciously went to my cheeks there indeed was something wet. I brought my hand in front of my eyes and it was something red. Wait what ?
I looked up but there was nothing on the ceiling.

I cheked it again it was red. What is it ?Blood ? But how ? Harry ? Oh no Harry !

I looked on the couch he was sleeping but it was empty. Where did he go ? I started panicking.  What if something happens to him ? I stood up quickly

"Harreh !!?"

"Harreh !!?? Where are you ?"

I shouted but there was no response.  I wasabout to go upstairs when suddenly the lights started flickering.

Oh no

This cannot be happening not now. Please please not now. I don't want to be killed by a ghost.

I started to move towards stairs I have get harry and we have to get out of here as soon as possible .

I tried to go towards stairs but suddenly the table slided in front of me.I just stood there shock.  How can the table move by itself ?

All of the sudden the lights stopped flickering.  I released a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

Harry ? Where the fuck is he ?

I looked to my side and..

And harry was standing there near the dinning table. His back was facing me. If he was here then why didn't he replied?

"Harreh ? Why are you standing there? and why didn't you answered me ?"

I was now standing behind him but he didn't replied me or turned around and this was scaring me.

I touched his shoulder and tried to turn him around.

He turned around slowly and...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh...oh my god !!!! Who are  you  ?"