The Ghost Counselor [Ziall] [MAJOR EDITING]

17~ Strategy.

 

NIALL'S POV

After I had unsucessfully warned Zayn not to stay with that fucker, I went to the bleachers, taking a seat amangst the humans who of course couldn't see me.

This fucking sucks. Zayn can't seem to figure out my case, and now to add to his -and my- problems, a dark angel has him under his hypnotic spell. I have no idea what Justin's plan is. What does he even want? Why is he using Zayn like that when he is throwing warnings at me? What relation do I even have with Zayn? Why can I touch him still? These questions are hurting my head!

I focused my attention back on the game and saw Justin shoot an expert pointer shot with a scowl on my face, which intensified when Zayn hugged him encouragingly. Justin locked his eyes with mine over Zayn's shoulder, and then smirked at me. Okay, this doesn't look good. What is he up to now?

And my question was answered when Justin pulled back from the hug, and cupping Zayn's face, kissed him, right in front of everyone.

What the fucking hell? Again?! I seethed, but of course I couldn't do anything. Yet.

"He's going to get hell for doing this," a voice spat beside me, and I turned in surprise, meeting Molly's angry, green eyes that were focused on Zayn and the asshole. "What the fuck is he trying to do exactly?" I growled.

Molly sighed. "Niall. Justin has this all planned out. He's got a strategy and you have to figure out one too. He's trying to, uh, connect with Zayn."

Connect? What the hell? "Why the fuck?"

"It's simple, actually. I'm here to tell you this, Niall. Justin actually wants you. You already knew that he wants to misguide you, but you didn't know why. He wants your soul, Niall."

My soul?

Molly noticed my expression and nodded, continuing. "Yeah. He wants to connect with Zayn, so that you won't be able to. Because we believe that Zayn can help you in more ways than one."

"What are you talking about, Molly?" Help me in more ways? Yeah, Zayn's trying to figure out the reason I'm stuck here. What more ways can he possibly help me? This isn't making sense to me.

"Just... you just try to keep Derek away from Zayn," Molly said.

"Derek?"

"That's Justin's real name."

"Oh. How do you even know this stuff Molly?" I asked the question that has been bugging me for a long time.

Molly smiled secretly. "Let's just say I'm not a ghost."

I blinked. "Well, I kinda guessed that." Molly always knew more than the average ghost. Guess she's a clairvoyant ghost or something.

"Now, what I am is not important," Molly playfully rolled her eyes. "What you have to do is keep Zayn away from Derek."

"And how do I even do that? I have no idea what to do. He just keeps coming back and getting closer to Zayn! And Zayn doesn't even listen to me!" I ruffled my hair in frustration.

"Just try, alright? Try to speak with him one more time," Molly patted my shoulder, then focused her gaze towards the players, who had now finished practice and were going back to the locker room. I knew I couldn't talk to Zayn with Justin around, I needed him alone.

~*~

After Zayn had went home, I had waited and now apparated in his room.

"Zayn?" I whispered, and he shot up from his bed, tossing his phone to the side.

"Niall," Zayn sighed. "Please tell me you're here to talk about your problems -which we should talk about- and not about my relationship."

I snorted at the mention of his relationship. 

"Look, Zayn. Justin is not a good guy. He's-"

"Not again Niall. Just-"

"Just hear me out! Molly is more than a ghost, okay? She's a clairvoyant or something. She always knows everything and she's always right. And she's fucking right about Justin being an evil arsehole."

"Niall-"

"He's fucking using you as a ploy, Zayn!" I yelled, clenching my fists. "He wants my soul for whatever messed up reason. And he- he doesn't want me to get closer to you! I had kissed you, and that had messed with his plan! Don't you see he's hypnotizing you?!" I panted after my outburst, and looked at Zayn with hopeful eyes.

Zayn shook his head. "Please Niall. You're just jealous. That kiss? It was just to confuse me, wasn't it? Please control your jealousy," Zayn laughed humorlessly, lifting himself off the bed. He stood in front of me, and clenched his fists at his sides, locking his emotionless eyes with mine. He's not himself right now, I can tell.

"That kiss meant nothing to me, and it didn't mean anything to you. I'm with Justin. You're a ghost. You're my client. My only job is to help you cross over, that's it. And it sure as hell is not your job to tell me about my boyfriend's character!" Zayn spat, slamming the door shut behind him.

As much as I tried to ignore it, Zayn's words had hurt. I banged my fist against the wall in frustration, and hissed in pain when it collided with the wall.

I pulled my bruised hand back in shock, staring at it. What the hell?

~*~

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