Louis's POV
I woke up in a familiar room. It was the same room from Harry's mansion at Orvicile Woods. Oh how do I get in here? Last night wasn't a dream.
Suddenly I stood up. I search some weapons in the room. The man from last night was a Vampire wasn't he? I had to find a wooden stake, a crucifix, or a gun with a silver bullets.
"Garlic!" I utter. I face palm. My mind suddenly when dizzy. Reality didn't have to mix with my dreams. Was he really supposed to believe in his dreams? Vampires in the twenty first century? Impossible.
The door suddenly opened and makes me jump. There enetring the man on my dreams. Harry or should I say General Harry. But what if they just have the same face? What if Harry was not a Vampire and the General Harry was the true Vampire?
But it seems so real. Harry was really look alike General Harry. His built, his face and the way he speaks like General Harry. It was really ridiculous to think. Harry was only nineteen years old and the General Harry was overly hundred if was really a Vampire.
"Hey, Louis, are you all right?" Harry ask.
I shook my head "Yeah, just a little bit of headache"
He step in front of me. He scan my head "You passed out again in the street"
"I passed out?" I ask.
"Yeah, I was calling you but it seems that you were scared"
"IT WAS YOU!" I suddenly yelled a him.
His eyesbrow creased with confusion "Me?"
"Do I know you from s-somewhere?" I ask.
"I don't think so aside that you and I were classmates and friend, why you suddenly ask?"
How come you were in my dream?"Are you sure? You look s-so familiar".
"Louis, your scaring me. Maybe it was the effect of hitting your head on the rock."
"Maybe. I'm just fine but I'm really hungry Harry" I blurtted out.
He laugh "Yes, I'll send some food over."
Soon Harry was gone, I started to think the events that's been happening to me over this fast few weeks.
Continuation….
“I felt like something was really wrong here. The events were so fast. My emotions as well. The dreams, the night creature that I thought never exist. But do they? If they really exist people were gonna be alert. They were dangerous creatures and if happened that I met one of them, surely I’ll freak out. I hope they never really exist. Or hope not to meet one of them.
Harry. Harry Styles. He was the one who freaks me out. He suddenly comes on my way. He was always there whenever I’m in danger or something bad happens to me. Harry was so mysterious for me. He seems so distant and cold. He has this air of being dominant. But there are times that he seems so affectionate towards me. I was always surrounded of feeling of safety and secure whenever he was around. Even if he was just miles away. But why do I feel this kind of feeling towards him? I’m sure as hell I was gay but this feeling I have for him seems so old. It seems we have met beyond eternity. The way he looks at me with longing in his eyes. Sometimes I felt the urge to hug him. I know I don’t have the right but he raising the deepest feelings that I thought I never have inside of me. And it was so confusing that I always feel his aura whenever he was near or just afar from me like we have this certain connection to each other. And now I was embarrassed to myself for feeling this kind of stuff towards him because he was straight and I’m gay for Pete sake! He’ll never return my feeling for him. I’m sure he will reject me if ever I confess to him which is a no situation for me. My god I feel like a perv right now. Talking to myself. Having this kind of feeling towards Harry. Maybe I’m just envy to his gay couple friends Liam and Niall. Oh Liam, Niall and Zayn. They were friends of Harry which is also confuses me. They have this kind of aura like Harry. The time when me and Harry was about to leave the mansion they were laughing like crazy and they seem talking to each other at their minds. I know it’s crazy but what if they are? Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me.
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A Thousand Years (Larry Stylinson Vampire Story)
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