I carefully walked down the screets, with my hood over my head and my jacket wrapped around me. The weather was terrible in London. I looked up when a girl with a lollypop passed me. I just walked by, making the little girl walking through me. Oh wait. I ‘m Louis Tomlinson, 20 years old, i’m from Donchaster but I moved to London, and i’m in a band. One Direction. And yes, I can see ghosts. Every day. Sometimes they say things to me, and sometimes they just say nothing. I wish I couldn’t see them. My thoughts we’re busy all day because I saw thing nobody else saw. I once told my best friend Stan that I saw ghosts, but I laughed at my right in front of my face. I also said it to the other boys, Niall, Zayn, Liam and Harry. They said it was just between my ears, but luckily they didn’t laughed at me when I said it. But I knew it. It wasn’t between my ears, it was real. Ghost could show themself in different ways. Sometimes I see them how the died, wit hall the scars and stuff. And sometimes, I see their younger version. Just like the little girl earlier. She died when she was a teenager. She was bullied at school. People we’re hitting her, saying bad things, people destroyed her bike so she had to walk home, and they messed up her exams. After six weeks full of being bullied, she tok an overdose of pills and died. It must be terrible, to die like that. Of course it was terrible to be bullied, but if I was her i’d go to the director or an different school.
I sighed and putted my hands in my pocket, and walked a little bit faster. I shouldn’t get distracted right now. We had another rehearsal with the band and the last time I also came too late. So now I had tob e on time. Not much later I opened the door from the studio and a warm gust came towards me. I stepped inside and opened the other door in the studio. I greeted all the boys with a hug and then I hung my coat over the chair. Paul stood in the corner, watching us, so we didn’t act like little children. I sighed when I saw another ghost. This time it was an old man, and he was standing right next to Paul. He walked throught the studio with his cane. I shook my head, and tried to not watch at him, but the man began to talk now. “Louis, focus!” Paul said. I nodded. I had to focus now. Last time I dissepointed and boys because I also got distracted. The first sounds from Momens started playing and Liam started singing. When my solo was coming, I gently cleared my throath, and at the right moment I started singing. When I was finished, I looked at the boys and they raised their thumbs. I smiled, stroked my shirt and started singing again.