Ghost

Prologue

It was the end of junior year, and the four friends Sally Hale, Liam Payne, Harry Styles and Annabelle Feather were all together at the old cabin they visit at the end of each semester. It was the one place where they could actually be together as friends, and as couples.

Harry and Annabelle have been together for almost two years. Harry adores Annabelle. Everything she does makes him smile. When he is with her, nothing bad could ever happen. Annabelle loves Harry dearly. His big heart is what first attracted her to him, but as she got to know him, she saw a husband and a father in him. She knew he was the man she wanted to grow old with.

Sally and Liam were not as romantic as Harry and Annabelle. Yes, they were all over each other, but it was all out of lust. Harry and Annabelle's relationship was always more out of love. Sally and Liam had sex every night because that's what Liam wanted. And what Liam wants, he gets. Sally saw the good in Liam, maybe a little too much though. She would do anything to make him happy if that meant he was to touch her and make her feel like the only girl in the world.

Annabelle had a secret though, as did Liam. Harry wanted to wait with his virginity, but Annabelle really didn't. Liam got tired of Sally; he craved something different. They had intercourse every other night, saying Annabelle was helping Liam make his application for college. Harry and Sally were both clueless because they were both so head over heels for their lovers. Even If they knew, they would not believe it.

As they all sat around the campfire, Annabelle becoming uneasy with the sight of Liam with Sally. She felt sick watching the other couple were all over each other. She also felt sick because of Harry, who was being so sweet. She had to end their affair, her and Liam's. It just wasn't right. Her fellings for Liam would just break up the friends, sd that is the last thing she ever wanted.

"Oh man, I forgot my sleeping bag at my house." Harry groan.

"I forgot my anti-depressants," Sally said after him. "Harry, can you drive is back in town for a minute?"

"Yeah, Annabelle, Liam, you two can work on dinner," Harry gave his girlfriend a smile, but she didn't return it.

"You okay, baby?" Harry asked, touching her shoulders. Annabelle just nodded. "I don't feel that great, but I'll be okay. I promise," and she gave the love of her life a big, warm kiss.

Harry and Sally loaded into the car and drove off, and Annabelle felt Liam behind her, grabbing her hips, starting to slide his lips on her neck. That was always her weakness when it came to Liam, and he knew it.

"How about for dinner I eat you?" Liam had a smug look, grabbing Annabelle ass and kneading his hands through the skin. As much as she was craving his touch, she backed away from him.

"We can't keep doing this, Liam. Tonight is our last night. I-I love Harry. So much I love him and Sally obviously adores you, so we should just be with them," tears threatened her eyes as Liam stood there, really upset. He did not want this to end. He knew one day Annabelle would bring this up, so he had a master plan to make sure he was in control for as long as he wanted.

He turned around, no words being said and grabbed a water bottle. Inside was not just water. Liam drugged it; it was how he could make sure he was in control. Does he do it with Sally? Never. But he would with Annabelle. Because he loved her, and needed her to love him.

"You look like you're going to explode. Drink some water, and we can do this before they get home. We have two hours, baby," Liam said and Annabelle nodded, uncapping the water and chugging down more than half. She was really thirsty.

She and Liam went in, as soon as they did they were all over each other. Liam was dominating, Annabelle slowly getting more and more recessive, almost not being able to see or hear anything. She didn't resist. She figured Liam had some effect on her. A great affect that made her almost pass out.

Liam began to thrust in Annabelle, harder and harder, deeper and deeper he went. He saw Annabelle go limp, meaning the drug had worked and he continued his mastery, taking her from every different angle. She was so tight, felt so good. He doesn't want her to leave.

Liam looked at Annabelle's face and saw that her mouth started to foam. Her eyes were rolled back, she was dying.

"Fuck! Don't you die on me! You're the best Annabelle! I love you!" He screams and starts to shake her neck. He shook it so hard, it broke.

Liam came out of Annabelle and pulled his underwear back on. He studied her, checked her pulse, and there she was, dead.

He killed Annabelle.

What was he going to do! In a half hour, the others would be back; he couldn't have said he did it!

He saw a stool and the kitchen was full of plates. So he knew just how to set it up.

He picked up Annabelle's body and slammed her head against the counter so it looks like she hit her head. Blood came pouring out and they'd exactly what he wanted. He laid the body down and put the stool up beside her and opened the cabinets. This had to look authentic, so he smashed a plate as well.

He heard Harry's truck pull up and he started to act panicked and start being upset. He ran out, tears in his eyes, being the best actor he could. "Harry! Annabelle, she fell and.. And she not waking up!"

The four of them rushed inside to see the crime scene Liam had set up. Harry collapsed beside the love of his life, beginning to cry his eyes out. Sally was upset as well, clinging to Liam, because her best friend had just died of an accident. Liam felt not emotion.

"W-we have to call the cops," Sally choked.

"Liam nodded and called them, and in two hours they were at the door and taking Annabelle's body away. Her parents were there, mourning and just as upset. They hugged and cried with Harry, who was an absolute mess.

A week later they got Annabelle's autopsy back, and the police ruled that it was an accident, but after she had been raped. Liam claimed that he was out in the woods collecting firewood, and the police believed him. At the funeral, after they all said their goodbyes, Harry came up very upset.

"We should make a pact. Anybody who joins our group has to go through a sexual initiation. We can't have this going on again," Liam said. The looked at him in slight shock, but they all agreed.

They would not have this happened again. Expecially not in their new junior year. They were finally upperclassmen. They finally had a say. It couldn't be the same without Annabelle.
In fact, Harry was never the same without Annabelle. He would never even think about falling in love again.

Until Hannah.