Harry Styles; Short Story Imagines

Unexpected (Pt.1)

Alexa Goldlex.

"Maya?" I call out as I don't take my eyes off of my phone, my legs crossed on top of the coffee table in front of me as I sit slumped on the couch, waiting for my friend to come back.

 She had gone for about ten minutes now, she was only supposed to get a leaf from outside for some stupid ass experiment she wanted to do. Yeah, she's really interested and invested in science and it can be annoying sometimes. The house was really quiet. Too quiet. 

"Maya?" I sing, my thumb still scrolling on my phone. I furrow my eyebrows as I still hear to answer. 

I look away from my phone screen and scan the living room. Where the hell is she?

I slowly stand up from the sofa in suspicion. She's never gone for this long without telling me before. Is this supposed to be a prank? 

"Maya, I swear to god if this is a prank." I say as I slowly start taking small steps towards the big, brown door. I hate pranks, they piss me off so much, so I'm sure she knows better than pranking me. 

I slowly put my ringed hand on the door handle and push it down, opening the door as it reveals the quiet night sky. We had decided to live somewhere far from the city because we didn't like people disturbing us, so all you could see from here was series of trees and a forest. 

"Maya, c'mon." I groan loudly as my black boots hit against the floor as I take each step. I slowly walk down the three stairs and look around the place, but all I could see was just trees and trees. 

When I didn't see her, I sigh loudly and bend down to pick up a stupid leaf for her. Maybe she went to the forest to get come fruits or whatever. When she gets back, I'm going to kill her.

Just as I stand up and turn around, I gasp loudly as I see a presence behind me, my house facing my back.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Said an unfamiliar American accent with a small smile. I scan them up and down. 

They were wearing a black shirt with black skinny jeans, along with black boots with long hair that was just below their shoulder, their jaw line was extremely sharp and their nose were shaped perfectly. But what mostly caught my eye was a silver cross necklace dangling across the neck, perfectly laid out on their shirt.

I stare at them with my brown eyes, uninterested. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, my, uh, my car ran out of gas a couple of miles back. I've been walking forever." He starts while I tilt my head to the side, showing him how it's not really my problem. "Yours is the first house I've come to. I was hoping I could use your phone." He gives me a tired smile.

I narrow my eyes at him, not buying any of it. "Don't you have a cell phone?" I cross my arms against my chest. We were basically dressed the same, I just had a black leather jacket on top of me, the only thing that he didn't have. The both of us even had rings on almost all out fingers.

His looks are very charming, almost distracting me from listening to what he's saying. 

"Yeah." He chuckles. I watch his hand go behind and fiddle with his pocket, he pulls out his phone, showing it to me. "Battery died." 

Yeah, no. I'm not trusting him. My guts telling me not to.

I narrow my eyes wider at him, showing that I don't trust him at all. "Look, I promise I'm not a serial killer. I just wanna use your phone." 

I lick my lips, debating whether I should believe him or not. I sigh, let's just get this over with. 

"Sure." I say before turning around. 

"So..." he sings as I climb up the three stairs. "I can come in?"

"No." I spat bluntly, turning around to see him smirking. "I'll get the phone snd bring it right out to you." 

I watch as his face slowly falls, his smirk dropping as he bends his head down a bit, his green soft eyes not turning into dangerous ones. I straighten my back as my face slowly falls in shock, but I don't show it.

"I thought you country folks were supposed to be more trusting." He says, his voice suddenly going into a thick English accent.

I tilt my head to the side, challengingly. "I'm from England." 

"Well," he says, straightening his back as well. "that explains it."

I watch as he was in front of me in second, making my eyes widen. His abnormally large hand immediately wrapping around my throat as I grunt. He was taller than me, probably about a few inches. A look of fear immediately takes over me. 

"Now show me some good hospitality." He orders as he stares deep into my eyes, his eyes suddenly going big and small, as if trying to do something to me.

Just as I was about to turn around, I grab his arm and twist it, my hand wrapping around his neck as I use my speed to slam him against the nearest tree in a second. I watch as he pants really quickly and loudly, in shock and confusion. 

A small smirk appears on me lips, squeezing his neck a bit harder. "Now, is that a way to treat your own kind?"

yes, its from/inspired by vampire diaries.