Harry's POV

I hit the ground with a sharp thud.

Even though my eyes are open I can't see a thing. It's the darkest black imaginable. And strangely warm too, sort of like having a big hug from nothing.

There's a strange sensation in my back, right between the shoulder blades. It doesn't hurt exactly, it just feels really hot, as if I've been leaning against a radiator.

I try to touch it but I can't quite reach the exact spot.

Where am I?

"Hello? Is there anyone there? "I stand up unsteadily as I call out.

What the hell is happening?

"Imogen?"

Where is she? A second ago I was cooking dinner, arguing with her about the new staff she's chosen and now this.

I feel a stab of panic. Maybe I'm in a coma.

I scramble round frantically in the dark, trying to find a wall or door. The ground beneath me is solid and that's good. I must be in some sort of room.

Crap... Maybe I've been kidnapped.

I knew that something was happening between between Imogen and that new pool boy. Oh god - There was that van outside the house all last week. Maybe they've planned this and now I'm in some bunker somewhere and no one knows where I am and-

Suddenly a light flares and I can see a face illuminated from the light he's cupping in his hands.

I let out a long girly scream and am shocked when I hear a familiar chuckle.

"Oh my god! Lou! Is that you Louis? I can't believe it! You're alive!"

Relief washes through me and in my excitement I forget that we aren't meant to be talking and he's a dick.

I run towards him giddily and slap him on the back.

"Yeah... Erm... Oh crap." He seems surprised by my joyful greeting.

"Lou! What's going on? Where am I?"

"Oh Christ, Why did I agree to be the one to do this?" He mutters to himself.

"Look. There's no easy way to tell you this Haz." He says taking a deep breath.

"What?" I'm still smiling stupidly, relived that there is someone I know here and I'm not in a bunker under the desert waiting for my wife's boyfriend to come and bump me off.

"Well I'm not.... Alive, that is. You're er... Well..."

He halts, looking mildly uncomfortable.

"Sort of like, you know, a bit..." He smiles awkwardly.

"What?! A bit what?"

"A bit, well... Dead."

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AN- Ok now you're going to think I'm obsessed with killing One Direction... I'm really not haha. It's completely different to Ghost! It's told from the POV of all five boys.

Anyway, thanks again for reading.

All the love, R x ;)