“Thanatophobia is a fear of being dead or dying,” Liam says.

“Well from what I see, Harry’s afraid of people dying. Is that even the same thing?” Niall asks, tilting his head to one side.

“No…not really,” Liam says, shaking his head.

“Then how is he… thano-wato-phobic?”

“Thanatophobic,” Zayn says, typing swiftly on the computer on Harry’s desk. “It’s the fear of being dead. Necrophobia on the other hand is fear of dead people or dead objects…actually, dead anything.”

Zayn turns his chair around to face Liam. “Genius, you were right earlier. Harry’s necrophobic, if he’s afraid of dead people.”

“What ish I’m bosh?” Harry says.

“What?!” Niall, Liam and Zayn say at the same time.

“Did you say “what if I’m posh”?” Niall asks, confused.

“That’s impossible! How can you be both?!” Liam exclaims.

“There’s kind of a difference, Mr. Styles.” Zayn says, shaking his head.

Everyone starts talking at the same time and it isn’t long before the room is filled with the chaos of four boys having a heated debate about thanatophobia and necrophobia. I smile-the chaos relieves me.

Suddenly, there is a loud knock on the door, followed by a loud, feminine voice.

“Hey guys, quiet down or I’m coming in there!”

“Angel.” Harry says, removing the cotton balls from his mouth.

Five pairs of eyes stare at the door, awaiting the entrance of the captivating Angel.

Notes

Just in case you were wondering, this is sort of what Angel looks like, except that she wears black and doesn't usually smile.

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