" I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love with you.
But it was 4am, and we were laughing way too hard,
And I felt so happy for the first time in a long time,
And I knew I was screwed.
- Anon
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We're laid on her bed.

It's the early hours of the morning and she's still wide awake. It took me ages to convince her I was really back. She cried for hours when she finally realised that it was true, she wasn't going crazy.

We're talking in our old way, using the mirror. She's told me all about her last boyfriend and I've tried to vaguely show her where I've been. I'm not worried about Harry intervening now, he's busy with that cave man guy and he won't have told anyone else to watch the house, given that he hasn't even had permission to carry out his plan.

"So... That night when Lola fell down the stairs... You had to leave because her spirit left her body? You can't have more than one ghost in a house?" Adele frowns.

I shake my head in frustration. It's impossible to tell her what happened using just images.

"I don't understand." Adele lies back on the bed with a sigh.

There's a pause while she debates her next words.

"I thought you'd left because I told you I loved you." She says quietly.

The quiet understanding in her voice hurts me. The knowledge that she'd understand being rejected for that, that she thinks she's not even worthy of loving a ghost.

I focus on the mirror. Writing long messages hurts, it's like a searing pain in my head, but I need her to know this.

I love you. I know it's been a long time for you, but you're burnt into my soul. Even if it was 10 thousand years I'd still feel the same, I could never reject you.

She smiles slightly then hesitates.

"Why? Why do you love me?"

I make a series of images flash across the mirror; the freckle on her neck that I long to kiss, the way she scrunches her nose up when she laughs, the way she pretends she's on a cookery program and talks to an imaginary camera as she's preparing food.

"Oh my god! That's so embarrassing!" She blushes at that last one.

It's cute

She turns away from the words on the mirror giggling and I smile to myself.

We lay in silence for a while.

"This isn't right." She says eventually.

What?

"Just... The only time I feel safe and happy is when I'm hanging out with a ghost." She says flatly. "I'm in love with a man who has been dead for 300 years and I can't even talk to properly... I'm insane."

My gut twists. She still loves me. She just said it casually, as if it was a given fact.

I think for a minute.

You're right

She stares at the words in surprise.

I ignore the pain as I make the rest of  my message appear.

We were just born at the wrong time. It's not us that's wrong, it's whoever decided that souls couldn't live at the same time.
We belong together, my soul met it's counterpoint in yours.My existence without you is nothing. I would say I can't live without you, but we both know that's not quite true...

I hear her little laugh as the words appear.

I love you. And I can't explain how or why. I just know that I've never felt more alive than I do when I'm with you.

I pause. I need the right words but I can't find them.

I love you. I have nothing to give you, I can't offer you anything but that. Just love.

Even if you don't want my love, even if you want to go and live a different life, it'll always be there. I'll be your safe place whenever you need me Adele. And I swear it'll never change or desert you. I'm yours forever.

Her eyes fill with tears and I lie back against the bed, stars swimming in my vision. I don't know why it hurts so much to make writing appear but I don't have the energy to do it again.

"I love you Louis. You're where I belong." She says quietly.

It doesn't need more words than that. I knew I was right to come back.

There's a long pause as we lie wrapped up in our thoughts of each other.

"We were just born at the wrong time." Adele says, half to herself. "But you're still 20!"

She gasps and I laugh that her now being ten years older is more obscene to her than the fact that I'm dead.

There's no humour in her face though and she stares at the mirror thoughtfully.

"I'm only going to get older." She whispers.

I don't care

She stares at the letters, frowning.

"You won't love me in the same way... What about when I'm 80? When I'm old and wrinkled? You couldn't love me in the same way, you'll be twenty forever!"

She falls back to the bed, lost in thought. I can tell she's worked up so I begin to gradually create little white orbs, until the dark room is filled with twinkling stars.

She's watching but she's distracted by her thoughts.

We lay in silence for a while, watching the lights.

"You know..." Adele says finally, her voice barely a whisper. "There is a way we could be together..."

Fear grips me as I realise what she's saying. I thought me being back would stop this.

NO

The word glows harshly from the mirror and she looks at it, but the thoughtful expression on her face doesn't alter.

"If I... If I became a ghost too then-"

It doesn't work like that

"But I'd be with you! We'd both be dead and then-"

No.

I can see determination in her face though. She thinks she's found the answer.

Suddenly I remember.

I don't know how on earth I'd forgotten.

Adele's baby.

I quickly show her the image of her from earlier, when she was stood in silhouette and I could see the small roundness of her stomach.

"I look fat." She frowns.

I try to make the words appear but my head is throbbing and I can only manage the words;

You're pre

"I'm pre-what?" She shakes her head, ignoring me. He eyes are shining excitedly though.

"Don't you see Louis? We could be together properly! You're the only good thing in my life..."

Desperately, I make the image of Lola-Rose appear next to the an image of Adele's swollen tummy.

"What are you trying to tell me?" She frowns. I can see that she's still swept away by her idea.

I think desperately. Finally I have an idea.

I show her the image of Nialls wife, Joanna, when she was pregnant. Gradually the image fades away and I replace it with the one of Adele figure, her swollen stomach evident.

There's a silence.

I chance a look at her and she's staring at the image in the mirror. Her bottom lip is trembling and she's as white as a sheet. Finally her voice comes out at a croak;

"You have to be f*cking kidding me."

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AN- Ok I've already given her a dedication but I have to again because her absolute enthusiasm for this story makes me smile SO much, so @maramellouis this one is for you x

Ok, we're only about 1 (maybe 2) chapters and an epilogue away from the end :(What are your predictions? I'm dying to know.

I hope you've enjoyed my odd little story up to now! Thanks to everyone who has read it x