The Ghost Counselor [Ziall] [MAJOR EDITING]

22~ Empty.

NIALL'S POV

My eyes remained focused on the skyline as the sun rose, the grey sky mixing with the orangey colors, and soon enough, dawn broke out. Another start. Another new day.

I leaned my chin on my knees, my arms wrapped around my legs as I sat on the ledge of one the rooftops of some random skyscraper in New York. I personally loved this city. I loved it's liveliness. And people were always busy with their lives. Always in a hurry. Never stopping and just observing the beauty around them that is life. They take everything for granted.

Just like I did before. And I still regret it. I would do anything for a chance to live life again. Just for a little while. But I know that's impossible.

And as much as I want to avoid thinking about him when I'm sitting here, trying to avoid thinking about him, I can't. He makes me feel alive. The way I can inexplicably touch him like I was not dead. My skin feels warm at the thought. But that's the irony of it all. I'm not alive, he is. He hates me, and I don't hate him. Even if he hurt me so damn much with his words. My fucking stupid feelings are still strong.

I feel so empty without him, and I curse myself for feeling that way. He doesn't even feel the same way. He fucking hates me for nosing in his business.

I sighed and shook my head, and closed my eyes, just absorbing the different sounds around me, natural and human; the twittering of birds, the honking of cars, the clacking of shoes against the paved streets.

The early morning breeze blew, rustling the leaves scattered on the rooftop, and ruffling my hair. I froze in shock, lifting my hand up and running my fingers through my soft blonde hair. How did the wind touch my hair? Everything always passes through me.

The sun now shone above me, and I squinted my eyes. I idly observed my pale, lifeless, see-though hand -the sunlight passing through it- sighing sadly.

Even the sunlight can't touch my hand, so how can he?

And as much as I try to focus my mind away from thoughts of him, it enevitably wanders there. Once again.

Zayn.

I'm not going to bother him again. He made it clear as day he wants nothing to do with me. He doesn't want my help in saving his damn life, and nor does he further wants to help me with finding my way again.

But doesn't he still care about me? How could he just abandon me like that? Does he even feel a smidge of regret? Doesn't he have an oath to his clients like those doctors do?

I sadly chuckled at my silliness. Of course he doesn't have an oath. And of course he never cared about me to begin with. He said so himself. And I pissed him beyond belief. That is why he got rid of me.

I know he was a tad infuenced by that asshole Justin, but still, a part of me believes that maybe I pushed Zayn a bit too far. That this is all my fault. Maybe I was a bit too overprotective? Afterall, like Zayn said, I was just his client, nothing else. I'm just a pathetic, whiny ghost who meddled in his business because of my feelings for Zayn. He's absolutely right.

And I did go a bit too far. I mean I had kissed him for heaven's sake! But I did it for a good cause. A very good cause.

But now I fucking give up! I have tried as much as I could to save Zayn, but I can't. Zayn isn't letting me in, he isn't listening to me.

I give up.

Justin wanted my soul all along, as a part of his sick, twisted mission or something. And Zayn just got caught in the crossfire, which is entirely my fault. Again. It's all my damn fault. I'm alive, and I messed everything up.

I'm fucking dead, and I still manage to fuck everything up! I really am pathetic.

But when I think of this being my fault, it makes me feel guilty again, about thinking of giving up on Zayn when he needs me. He needs me even if he says he doesn't. Zayn isn't himself around Justin, anyone can see that.

So I will give Zayn his space like he wants me to. I won't bother him anymore. I won't ask him for help nor give him unnecessary advice. I won't let him know that I'm there. He will eventually forget about me.

I will just stay in the shadows, silently looking out for Zayn, because I know, that Justin has a lot planned. Just because I'm out of the picture, doesn't mean his plans are over. He wants something more, I can feel it.

And that is why I won't leave Zayn alone, I can't ever do that.

I will be watching over Zayn.

Much like a guardian angel, even if I'm far from one.

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Put #AngelNiall in your comments if you don't want Niall to not give up on Zayn! Zayn needs him! :'( <3

SUPER SORRY FOR THE SHORTNESS BUT I'M HAVING EXTREME WRITER'S BLOCK ON THIS ONE UGH. Next chapter will be longer with some bromance-y Ziam moments. <3

Did you check out my new Ziam book We're on Fire? With sexy fireman Liam and perverted Zayn? xD

I'm obsessed with Ziam these days *sigh*

~zarrycupcake