Justin's POV {⛔️remember to vote please, thank you!🛑⛔️}

Zayn is dead, gone forever. I couldn't believe it, I thought we would last way longer then this. My heart feels like a desert and I'm lost in it, the sun making me weaker than I am. After Zayn's funeral I drove by myself back to the our house, my dad wanted to stay to keep me company but I told him that I needed some alone time. He was gonna visit me tomorrow to know how I'm feeling all about this and talk to me.

But seriously what is there to talk about?

I parked the car in the parking lot. I sighed hitting my head on the steeling wheel going into thought of what happened in the couple of days or was it hours?

I unlock my seat belt, sighing. I open the door letting myself out to feel the breeze of the wind for once on my skin.I shut the door locking it, walking towards the house. I stuck my hand into my pocket getting out the keys to the house as I found them I unlocked the door letting myself in.

I suddenly heard the TV, it was on, I never switched the TV on since we came here. I was about to walk towards it when suddenly I heard a voice making me jump. "Hey..." I quickly look behind me seeing...Zayn happily standing.

My eyes went wide just looking at him standing in front of me. "What? Why are you so freaked out?" He asks bitting his thumb, going back and forth.

"I-I just went to your f-funeral and you're alive?" He gives me a confused look then lifting his face to his right like he was talking to someone.

"Oh right, I forgot I'm dead, funny thing that I don't even remember it," he giggles awkwardly.

I blow some air out, walking towards the couch to sit down, I'm seeing things he can't be alive. As much as I went him to be but this is unreal. I slowly look towards my right, to see him and he was still there.

"So did you play the songs that I wanted in my funeral?" He smiles taking a seat beside me. I shakily stand up, shaking my head to get out of these thoughts of seeing him.

My mind is playing tricks on me, I miss him so much that it hurts.

"Justin? Baby? Would you stop shaking your head so much? It's kind of a turn off." He muttered tapping his fingers on the couch.

"You can't be real, get out of my head!" I yell a bit loudly making him put his hands on his chest.

"Stop yelling, it hurts my ears," he whispers, holding his ears. I shake my head once again quickly going to the kitchen to have a drink to get my mind off of him for awhile.

I pick up the vodka pouring it into a glass, as I was about to drink it, something slaps my hand away from it making the glass fall down, breaking it into a millions of pieces. "Why are you drinking when I'm right here beside you? Don't you love me?" Zayn suddenly reappears showing himself in front of me. I scream sliding down beside the broken glasses. "Stop or you'll hurt yourself. Let me clean this mess up and no drinking for you young man," he picks up the vodka pouring it in the sink.

I shakily stand up not liking this at all. I run towards the guest room we had downstairs, locking the door. I feel my heart beat through my chest of how hard it's pounding. He hasn't been gone for a week and I'm already imagining him in my head.

How sad is my life?

"Justin, can you please come out? I don't wanna scare you by appearing suddenly on the other side of this door." I slide myself down the door holding my knees up, sobbing.

"Leave me alone, you're not real!" I shout, banging on the door.

"I am, baby I swear I am. Just come out and I'll show you." He whispers, knocking on the door softy. I waited five times till my brain calmed down and I slowly stood up, putting my hand on the door knob, unlocking it.

I take a deep breath looking around seeing no Zayn in sight, I happily sigh but in my heart I wish it was real. I suddenly get pinned against the wall, I look up seeing him smirking at me. I scream holding my hands in front of my face. "Please don't hurt me," I whisper, sobbing and trying to look strong.

"Would you chill? I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanted to show you that I'm real. Well technically I'm dead but my soul isn't." He shrugs, running his fingers against my cheek.

"What do you mean?" I swallow not moving.

"This house, it doesn't want to let me go." I give him a crazy look, pushing his hands away. He sighs going to touch me again but I slap his hand away. "You're pissing me off, babe." He pulls his hands away, putting them up in surrender. "I'm not gonna do anything till you're ready."

"Please tell me this is real," I whisper looking at him from up to down. I see him still wearing the clothes he died in.

"This is real, and this house is giving us a chance." He smiles, going to give me a hug. I don't do anything but let him, he wraps his arms around me tightly, smelling me. "You really know how to act like him." I laugh, shakily hugging him back.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He pulls away quickly, giving me a mad face, putting his hands on his hips.

"I-I-"

"Justin, let's get this over with I'm a ghost and I'm really beside you, Okay? Do you understand that?" He slowly talks to me like I'm dumb.

"I'm not dumb, I know what you're saying." I give him a glare. I give him another glance looking at him seeing the every detail he had. He had the same hair, the facial hair, skin and that hickey I gave him last night. "So you're really here?" I whisper, just trying to be sure.

"I am."

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty much."

"Okay." I simply say seeing him frowning, wanting more reaction but in seconds I hug him tightly, almost letting him not breath. He laughs lighting up the room. "I'm kidding! You have no idea how my day has been without you!" Just his touch like this calms me down.

"S-someone is f-finally happy." I hear him breath out as I squeeze him. I pull away smashing my lips against his, he sighed deeply as I felt his lips on mine, they remained together as his arms trailed around my neck before I felt him touch the back of my neck with his thumb.

We moved in sync as our mouths remained open, our tongues tracing against one another's as I trailed my hands down his back, swiftly picking him up so that his legs wrapped around my torso, I turned us around and pressed him against the wall as my lips left his and trailed down his jaw and to his neck.

As I sucked on his neck, I heard him moan quietly once I found his sweet spot and continuously sucked on it as his hands dug through my hair, I found immense pleasure through just that.

After our long make out session we pulled away without having breath, both of our chests going up and down.

"You're really real." I rub my hand on my lips licking them after.

"Duh, that's what I'm telling you?" He said trying to catch his breath.

"So you haven't found peace yet?" I swallow trying to keep my breath steady.

"I guess not, I'm trapped in this house."

"You know, I'm so glad you are." I laugh looking at him smiling, he sends me a warm smile as well. " I love you and I don't care that you're a ghost or whatever I still love you no matter what." He blushes looking down his hands.

"I love you, so much!" He covers his face not to show me that he's blushing again.

"You've got to tell me all about this," I grab his hand making him sit on my lap.

"Okay," he giggles getting comfortable on my lap. "But first remind me how I died so I don't look stupid in front of the other ghosts in here?"

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