Love and Fear - Harry Styles x Reader (Twilight Vampire! AU)

average.

I felt my consciousness slowly emerging from nothingness, recalling myself little by little to the loud splattering of rain on my windows. My eyelids opened steadily and the dim light of the rainy morning I had gotten so used to flooded in, finding myself staring blankly at the white ceiling of my own room. It rained all year round - and when it didn't, the sky was a dark gray, anticipating the rain anyway. Some may hate it, but I loved the weather here. I stayed like that for a second, staring at the ceiling, for the morning fog in my mind to clear.

Once I decided I had enough control over myself, I got up and went to the bathroom, marking the start of another day, of another week. A very average one, that is. That was the one and only attribute about me, kind of like a trademark. Other people might not want that, but I see it as a blessing - nothing felt safer than predictability in my life.

A week ago, though, I got the flu and stayed home for around a week. It happened a few times a year, nothing new. Going back to school was just as boring as staying home, but every time something like this happened, I was always a little excited to get back.

I went downstairs and ate breakfast that was left on the coffee table. My parents were probably at work already, as usual. And, the house was empty, as usual. Right as I also got up to leave, the doorbell rang.

Nice timing.

"Y/n! We should get going!" I heard a voice say from right outside the door. I couldn't understand why he would ring the doorbell just to shout something later on, but it happened every day, and I've become accustomed to it.

"Coming!" I shouted back.

I grabbed my bag and umbrella and hurriedly went to the door and opened it. A familiar face stood in front of the doorway, grinning at me.

"Ready to go y/n?" he asked, running his hand through his dyed blond hair and grinning like an idiot. A basketball in one arm, he was much taller than me, his body nicely toned.

First name Justin, last name Bieber, one of the hottest boys in school. The captain of the basketball team and charisma flowing in his blood, the center of the talk between girls and boys: A.K.A. my childhood best friend. He lived right next door my whole life, doing dumb kid stuff together, but before I knew it, he had become the most popular boy in school. It was hard to tell why girls went crazy over him as I see his face every day, but it was like he had some sort of magnet that attracted them. Even then, we would go to school every day together like we always had since pre-school, and I considered him as a brother.

"When am I ever not ready, Bieber?"

"Literally every other day. You're terrible at mornings," he said, with his eyebrows raised.

"You're telling me?" I exclaimed in disbelief. "You're horrible with mornings yourself!"

"But great at night," he asserted with a wink.

"Wha- shut up," I snickered, giving him a light slap on the shoulder. He laughed.

"It's good to have you back."

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