The Ghost Counselor [Ziall] [MAJOR EDITING]

39~ Sanity.

[note: the boys are all 16 here except niall who is 18 and so excuse me if i use some fetus references and pls refrain from calling me a carrot, thank you ily]

ZAYN'S POV

Thankfully, I made it to school in record time. I always somehow manage to be late even when I punctually get on the bus. I shook my head and unplugged my earphones as I made my way inside the campus.

It had only been a month since I'd started attending this school, and the new kid label was slowly starting to wear off. Though it was a relief that my childhood best friend Liam already went to school here and so I wasn't the friendless weirdo on my first day.

Even since my mum had passed away, I had been convincing my dad to move someplace else, as everything in our house reminded us of mum. We of course didn't want to forget her, we never could, but the change was necessary for getting closure. And also, because she was buried here in London because it was in her will.

And so finally, almost two months ago my father had managed to make the move from Bradford to London, get a transfer on his job (he was a lawyer) abnd find us a decent house on a lease payment. We didn't have any financial problems, so the more than decent house was not a problem for us.

But it did feel lonely there. Especially when dad was at work, which was almost always.

I always felt like moving here would do me good, with my mum somehow near,  and now I feel like it's going to be a fresh new start, a new everything, forgetting everything about Bradford.

So how did that blonde guy from outside my house know me? Did he know me somewhere in Bradford? Or maybe he confused me with the previous owner of the house.

But I can't forget the look in his blue eyes. He was looking at me so hopefully and I can't will away the flash of deja vu when I recall him. Like I'm supposed to remember him.

But that's crazy because I don't ever remember meeting him before.

I put my thoughts about the blonde guy on the back burner as I casted my eyes around the usual place Liam and I were meeting. I spotted his Bieber hair from afar, and with him were Harry and Louis, Liam's two friends who are pretty decent and funny lads.

"Vas happenin boys?" I chirped, and the three lads greeted me variously. I fell into step with Liam as we made our way to homeroom.

School so far was going good for me, great even. I was somehow a bit popular (Louis said it was because of my cheekbones, what even...?) and even more so when I got selected for the basketball team, the only other freshman besides Liam. Liam and I loved basketball ever since we were kids but we were nowhere near professionals.

I had practice today, and so won't be home till late. I sighed in relief as I now had to spend less time alone at home. And at the thought of my house, my mind yet again flashed with what happened just an hour ago, and the confused blue eyed boy.

I wanted to pass off his confusion as a genuine misunderstading, but I couldn't forget the earnest, fervent almost pleading look I'd seen in his eyes. And also the weird nagging feeling that I've seen him before somewhere when I am positive I haven't.

No matter how hard I tried, I kept overthinking unnecessarily. This was no big deal. He didn't seem like a pedo. And I'm pretty sure he didn't even say my name. He won't hurt me.

Is that what I'm really worried about?

No. I'm worried about why I can't get that stupid blonde boy out of my mind when my interaction with him had taken place in like, what? A few seconds? A minute?