Myths

I wake with a jolt, clutching my heart and gasping.
What was that noise?
I wipe sweat off my forehead and take steady pants.

I flip on the bedside lamp at my table and snuggle under the sheets, trying to calm down my beating fast-as-heck heart.

Suddenly, I see my old bookcase rattle.
No big deal. Probably the wind.

Wait.. but my window's closed..
What?!
I didn't open it!

I get up to nervously slam down the window and when I slip back, I realize my covers aren't here.
Wait. What?

"Max?" I call softly, but only hear him snore from the other room.
What is this?

"3 AM," I mumble to myself, looking up at the clock.
I have exams tomorrow, I need sleep!

Suddenly, I hear chants of talking.

"Guys.. space.." One of the boys IN MY FUCKING ROOM WAVES HIS HAND.

"AHHH!" I scream, and they all look at me in alarm.

"Shit!" One of them screeches.
"Max! One Direction a-" I start to yell, but the guy with the curls swipes his hand over my mouth. What the shit are this dead boy band doing in the middle of my private property!?

"I will hold a restraining order for you perverts!" I yell and pull his hand off of mine.

I know One Direction; I haven't been living under a freaking rock for 25 years.

"Shut up!" Zayn barks.

"You shut up, Quiff!" I insult back.
"I'm calling the po-pos!"

"We're spirits now!" Harry exclaims.
"..What?!" I suddenly spit. Spirits? From my book? Could I have unleashed One Direction back?

"Haha.. don't.. be funny Harold.." I say nervously.
"You set us free," Liam points out.

I blink innocently.
"Are you telling me that fake chant I did made you come back?"
"We weren't dead in the first place!" Louis groans.

"Suure." I reply sarcastically. "Anyway.."

"Can we stay here for a couple days, weeks, months?" Harry pleads.
"You're too perfect for me to say no," I shoot.
"Yep, that's one of my best qualities. Yes or no??" He asks.

I groan.
"Only if Niall doesn't eat my closet and Zayn doesn't hog my mirror." I reply grouchily.

"Guess we're staying then!" Liam cheers.

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