Niall was interrupted by his on scream. What the hell was going on? He crawled on the floor, pulling furiously his hair. I decided to kneel down and tried to help him.

But how?

‘’What’s the matter, Niall?’’ I said a bit agitated.

‘’T-This voice! In…’’

I began to panic. A voice? Clearly in his head, I can’t hear it. Maybe if I connected my mind with Niall’s, I can help him.

‘’I’ll try to help you.’’ I said. He was now shaking. I wanted so bad to grab firmly his shoulders and stopped everything. But I can’t. My hands would pass right through him. I never dealt with what was happening. I closed my eyes to concentrate.

‘’E-Enda. Don’t.’’ Niall stuttered painfully.

I ignored him and proceeded to link my mind with his. When the connection was established, I was push by many thoughts. So much was going on inside him. The room was spinning below. It was so intense, I could throw up. I focus on the emotions speeding everywhere: madness, torment, defeat, anxiety, panic… nothing good.

I could felt something growing inside him, something dark, dangerous.

‘’Enda, p-please. Stop, stop!’’ Niall yelled.

The connection broke. Two cold hands grabbed fiercely my shoulders and pushed me, making me lose my balance and fell on my butt. I immediately shut my eyes open. Did Niall touched me? I glared at him, my eyes wide opened. He was already staring at me, dumbfounded.

‘’The-the voice attacked you.’’ He’s voice was just a whisper. He was frightened.

‘’Niall, explained me what the hell happened!’’ I responded, still shocked by the strange event.

He sighed and nodded. He calmed his self and closed his eyes for a moment before speaking again: ‘’Since I’m dead, there’s this voice inside my head. At first, it wasn’t a big deal: most of the time, it was gone. But when I’ve met you, it began to stay more often, until I had to kick it away, but it always found a way to go back inside me. It still leaves me alone without I interfered, but less than usual. I guess it’s gone for now, because I can speak about it freely.’’

A voice? Since he met me? I didn’t know what to say. What are you supposed to say when a dead one tells you his problem and you can probably do nothing about it? Niall opened his eyes as it had been a while I’ve been quiet.

‘’W-what do you mean, when you met me? Yesterday we met, so how could you possibly know all these informations about how the… voice interact when I’m around?’’ I finally said.

‘’I… I wish I could tell you… but it-it came back.’’ He’s face twisted with pain. He closed his eyes furiously and pressed his palm on his forehead.

I nodded, trying to understand. The ‘it’ maybe stand for the voice.

‘’Okay, no more talking about ‘it’. I don’t want to cause another pain session as earlier.’’ I said and stood up.

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‘’Oh god! This is gross!’’ I squealed.

‘’Shh Enda! He’s going to kill her!’’ Zayn covered my mouth with his hand.

We were watching another episode of ‘The Walking Dead’ in his bedroom. I’ve been whining since we started it. Seriously, it’s too intense! The zombies make me want to puke because they are too realistic! The only ‘monsters’ I’m not capable to watch in movies or series, it’s got to be zombies!

‘’Met mour dirmy mand off my mot’’ I tried to articulate.

‘’SSHHHHH! I’m trying to- OOOH did you see that?’’ Zayn yelled like a little kid who just saw for the first time Santa Claus, except Santa would be eaten up by zombies.

I reached to remote control and paused the episode. I tapped away Zayn’s hand from my mouth and before talking.

‘’Can we not watch this? I don’t like it at all.’’ I whined.

‘’You were the one to propose that series! And it’s on a crucial scene! Click on play!’’ Zayn tried to take the remote in my hand.

‘’No! Zayn, please!’’ I pulled away the remote.

‘’Okay…’’ He sighed. I smiled triumphantly. ‘’But, we have to watch my favorite horror movie.’’ He devilishly said.

My smile automatically dropped.

See, I don’t manage well with paranormal activities, and yet, I’m constantly reacting with lost souls. I’m afraid that the things I see on the screen can somewhat become real, and I could meet them because of my glitch.

Zayn’s favorite horror movie appeared to be on paranormal activities, and it’s called just like that…

‘’So, zombies or ghostly events in a house?’’ Zayn smirked. Whatever I choose, I will shit on myself, plus he will enjoyed both of the choices.

‘’Why not princesses movies! It’s happy and pink and cheesy and girly! Everything I love!’’ I fake smiled.

‘’No, you don’t.’’ Zayn reminded me.

‘’But it’s better than your spooky alternatives.’’

‘’Okay. No TV for tonight, deal?’’ He extended his hand.

‘’Deal.’’ I shook it.

‘’Ah, it was a trap!’’ He snatched the remote control from my hand and resumed the episode.

I exhaled madly and let my head fell backward. I can’t keep watching it. I just can’t.

‘’I’ll go grab a snack. Want something?’’ I said.

‘’Yeah, you can make popcorn if you want.’’

I nodded and got up from the bed. Good excuse, Enda. I made my way to the kitchen and searched in the cupboard for some popcorn.

‘’Ah, there you are.’’ I whispered.

I grabbed the small bag of popcorn to prepare it for the microwave. Once in it, I had to wait.

I decided to think. What else I got to do? My thoughts were mainly on Niall. What happened this morning really jolted my curiosity, and scared the shit out of me! I didn’t know spirits could be haunted by voices. And it attacked me, according to Niall’s words. It was so cold… so dark… I hope I’ll never deal with that again. But I know I will. I thought a bit weird that he had that much of knowledge about the voice. Since he met me, it intensified. In one day? If it augmented this quickly, I’m worried for the next days… I wished all the answers of my questions could just drop from the sky.

Something else bugged me; the voice, when it supposedly pushed me, I felt it grabbing me, like it wanted to eat me or engulf me. When it left, I sensed some sort of… new energy in me, like I’ve gain another power. For a second, I wanted more.

If it was, why would the voice gives me strength when it’s clear it has bad intention?

‘’I can give you everything you ever wish.’’

I jolted around, scanning the room for the new intruder.

‘’Z-Zayn, if it’s you, it’s not funny at all.’’ I stuttered petrified.

Suddenly, my whole body started to shake. My head started to pound horribly.

A presence, other than Niall or a lost spirit; something stronger than them, more dangerous. I didn’t want to look at the room anymore. I locked my eyes with the microwave. I’m tired that’s all. It’s my imagination.

‘’I’m in your head now.’’

Dark dots stared to appear in my vision. The two cold hands that pushed me this morning crashed on my shoulders. I screamed; this wasn’t the same feeling, it was powerful, sharp, deep and painful.

The voice.

It tugged my sweater. It buried his long fingers in me, tearing from my mouth another scream of pain.

‘’So long I searched. So long I failed. And now, you are mine.’’

‘’S-stop.’’ I panted.

‘’Enda!’’

The next thing I knew, I collapsed on the ground, a thick fog enveloping me. Everything was fuzzy, my head was spinning.

‘’Crap, Enda! Stay with me!’’

Notes

Oh my god, FINALLY!
This chapter was so difficult to write, I don't know why! I'm sorry that I hadn't published yesterday... I was so inspired for 'Part of You', but not that much for 'Haunted By Love'.
Hope you like this chapter anyway :)

Thanks for your patience!
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