The Ghost Counselor [Ziall] [MAJOR EDITING]

27~ Ecstasy.

"You want to apologize to me?" I echoed in disbelief.

Zayn nodded feverishly. "Yeah. I just. Ugh!" He grasped his hair in frustration. "I don't know where to start!" He then met my eyes. "I guess I should start with thanking you," he smiled.

"Thanking me? For what?"

"For saving my life," Zayn responded, his hazel eyes shining with gratitude. I gulped.

"You remember what happened?"

Zayn shook his head. "No. Not much after Justin took me. But I know no one else would save my pathetic arse except you Niall," Zayn laughed humorlessly. I opened my mouth to disagree, but Zayn waved a hand.

"It's true. And just accept my gratitude. And now my apology," he gulped, and then started pacing the room.

"Niall, I am so, so sorry I was a dick to you. I was-- I still am, your ghost counselor, and that means you are my responsibility. You came to me for a reason, you came to me so I could help you, and I had no right to dismiss you and hurt you just because of my selfish reasons."

"But," I interjected. "I was getting a bit nosy, I admit. So I understood your reasons," I murmured.

"But- but I shouldn't have hurt you like that! I was acting so selfishly, just thinking about how you were supposedly annoying me, and not thinking about how you needed my help," Zayn sighed.

"It's not your fault, Zayn. It was 'cos of Justin..." I trailed off.

"N-no it wasn't! I said those words to you Niall. They came out of my mouth! And I've been beating myself with guilt since then," Zayn choked and I looked up at him in shock. He was close to crying. Does he really feel that much remorse about what he said?

"And the worst part is that I didn't even mean any of them. I never wanted you to go away Niall," Zayn spoke, walking closer to me. "You were never annoying, you were just trying to go out of your way and save me. And the truth is, I needed you. Hell, I still need you," Zayn breathed, now inches away from me, his hazel eyes never leaving my blue ones.

My breath hitched as his words registered. I remembered how I think that our connection has been formed. Is it possible that it really has formed? Does Zayn feel it too then? And yeah. I need him too.

"I forgive you," I murmured. "And God, Zayn. You have no idea how much I need you. How much I want you," I confessed, taking a huge breath, and closed my eyes. I reopened them, to see Zayn staring at me with an emotion I couldn't decipher.

Great. We had just made up and I messed it all up.

"Funny," Zayn commented, placing a hand on my shoulder, and moving it to my neck. "I've been feeling the exact same way. It's weird, it's impossible, but for the first time ever..." Zayn grinned at me. "I don't give a single fǔck."

And that was all I needed to hear. In a millisecond, I grasped Zayn's waist and pinned him to the wall, attacking his lips with mine. He instantly responded, wrapping his arms around my neck. This was the second time we were kissing, and it was even better than the first time around.

"Z-zayn?" I mumbled against his lips.

"Yeah?" he sighed.

"D'ya know why we were always able to touch?" I murmured against the warm skin of his neck.

"No, why?" Zayn breathed.

I locked our eyes. "It's 'cos of our connection. You and I have formed that ghost-human bond. That's why you are the only one who I can feel. That's why Justin couldn't take your soul."