Roomed with the Vampire Hottie (Niam) -spontaneous-

Chapter 1

HELLO! IF YOU ARE READING THIS SHIT, YOU ARE PROBABLY INTERESTED OF WHAT THIS BOOK CONTAINS. LET ME TELL YOU WHAT, SOME GRAMMATICAL AND SPELLING ERRORS AND INCONSISTENCY WITH TENSES. YAY! SO IN REGARDS OF THAT, I'M DOING A MAJOR EDIT WITH THE CONTENTS OF THIS BOOK. SO DON'T READ FIRST IF YOU DON'T WANNA BE CONFUSED WITH WHY SOME SCENES AREN'T RELATED TO SOME AND WHY SOME AREN'T PARALLEL TO SOME! SO THAT'S IT! CHAPTERS WHICH ARE EDITED ARE MARKED "EDITED" AT THE BOTTOM PART OF THE PAGE. THAT'S ALL! XD)

"Niall! What's taking you so long from packing? Are you gonna spend 'til your retirement inside that camp we are sending you? From I know, you are not so don't bring too much of clothes unless it's needed! And please Niall, you are taking too long! The bus is about to arrive. Please be aware that time is running and you shan't be doing things unrelated to the thing you should be doing! Ugh, I hate when-"

"YES MOM! I'M ABOUT TO FINISH! DON'T YELL AT ME LIKE AS IF I WERE LATE TO ATTEND MY STATE OF THE NATION ADRESS!" I cut her off. I will never buy her over exaggerated sermons. Even if Nando's would adverstise 'em.

She's like the whole definition of annoying. She's been doing these kind of stuffs since I was a toddler, and now that I just finished high school I thought I escaped that section in my life, well I guess not. I don't even think it's still healthy for her to be like that. I wonder if her mother was like that to her when she was younger and if she does it to me for revenge? Well that's a little brutal.

"Well you better finish young lad!" I hear her mumbling after-words.

"Yes mother!" I sneer.

High school just finished awhile ago, and by awhile I mean last week. Yeah, freshly exited that hell of a place. The bloody spooky classrooms, the white asylum like wall and floor tiles, the halls which speaks sinister and fright, and not to mention the viscious looking profs that came from planet huahua. Gives me the creeps.

And the fact that it all ended, I am now a happy kid on a happy trail. Wait... what? I did not just say that.

But, anyway, it's summer and having to be spending at home is a pain in the neck. I want to spend hours and hours outside feeling the sun's beam. But going out is an understatement to me though, 'cause I am a plain old lazy ox. But I guess that doesn't mean I'd have to actually NOT go out.

Maybe you're wondering what this packing shit and camp crap thing is all about. Well you see there was this article in this magazine my mother has read. It's about a youth camp something like that spoke something like a place to fill that gaps of your blooming. I took that as a metaphor of adolescent. When mom said that line, I puked like for real. But yeah that's how it said.

And since it seemed me and mom had like tha same brand of brain or mind, she some how summed up everything and came up with a conclusion I, in fact, need that camp. Summer is a matter of enjoying and she said somethin' like "You know Niall, you have to take this camp thing, YOLO you know, you onli live once. Feel free to look for guys and have yourself banged." and I gave her the shocked-jennifer-lawrence kind of look. I didn't even know that I just heard that from my very own sweet talking mother. Not so sweet afterall.

I enrolled 3 days before today and boy! Weren't the lines so long? The camp's name's 'Camp Abscond'. I don't know what to feel about the title.

I gather my clothes and fold them neatly and put them according to order. Seperated tees from shorts, sleeveless from tees and jeans from shorts. And of course underwear, you do not want to walk around without underwear.

I've taken my iPod, Macbook and iPhone and put 'em all inside the sling. I am now read to hit the road and go to this seemingly wicked camp of a life time. (that was actually one the lines on the camp's description section)

I sling my bag on my shoulder and walk out my room. I travel down the stairs and I am met by my tatted up high like a purp brother.

"Hey brother dear! Gonna go to that wizzam?" He laughs. I rise an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Hah! Anyway, don't go home pregnant or I'll shoot that person who bangs you! No one shall have sex with you without a brotherly consent." He envolps his hand around me and pulls back after mere seconds. That was weirder that the kardashians.

I walk inside the kitchen and as expected, I see my mom stirring spag sauce, with the cooked spag on he side the stove, ready to be smeared by the sweet and salty red with pepperoni and meatballs cheesed sauce. How I love spags. One of the best dished she can cook. (not like she knows how to cook, she does but her skills are sadly limited; dad cooks better thoigh)

"It'd be better to spend breakfast here, right mom?" I've quickly flown over the table and sit. She takes that as a gesture of me being locked up in hunger. She quickly turns off the stove and takes 4 plates out. She lands them on each of our respective seats. You see, in this household, we have our own seats. Like literally labaled seats. 'Not mess with my chair, and I won't mess with yours.' the household's golden motto.

One time at midnight I put glue on Greg, my brother's, chair. And tell you what, it turned out bad.

"Well, since you'd be missing my spag for two months, I think you shall have two plates."

"Woo! That was a 3 point." I scream.

Dad, Greg and mom have sat on their seats and consumed our breakfast. When I've finished, I quickly get up and put 'em on the sink.

*honk honk* (what a stupid way to manifest the bus' arrival)

"Well it seemed the bus has arrived so I gotta go!" I've lifted and slung my bag and quickly exit our house. I turn my head around to great them. I'm gonna miss these folks. I'll be out for a while, like two months, yeah.

"See ya Hun, and don't forget to text us if something goes wrong." Mom yells.

"Behave and don't cause any troubling." Dad reminds.

"Have fun my little bro, use condoms."

"Greg!"

"What? He's 18! He'll be experiencing it."

"Bye!" I wave my hand while laughing at how messed up my family is. Not messed up like shattered and broken, but messed up like crazy and wicked yet something for keeps. They wave their hands and dissapear as I enter the bus.

Just like high school days, the bus moments. Only that not high school kids are inside, freshly graduated ones. Some are I think younger than me. I just hope I have someone that I can talk to. It's pretty boring if you don't have-

"LEPRO!" A voice has suddenly bolted through my eardrums. When the voice repeats, my ears decipher whose voice they are. And now I am met up with my friend since mid school. The straight as his curly hair Harry Styles. He used to be the school's hottie. For a reason which until now I can't seem to get. And he talks weird too.

"CURLY HAIRED CRITTER FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION!" I race upon him and hug him quickly. He's gestured me to sit on the vacant sit beside him, which I did.

"So... ready for some boy hunting?" He smirked.

"As much as disgusting and completely freaky that sounds, I guess the answer to your question is manipulated by you. So, what choices do I have but to answer yes."

"That's cool! Oh by the way, I naturally bleached my hair." He states. If you don't know yet, Harry worships his hair than anything on this oblate spheroid shaped world. He goes to the salon for hair pampering, recoloring, bleaching, and of course, recurling. It's like his hair is to die for. But once you get touch it, gosh, you'd be hooked up. It's so soft and feels very cared.

"Well, auburn does look good on your locks." I mutter. I sank down my chair and closed my eyes, cuddling underneath Harry's muscular arm. I sigh in pleasure. So soft, yet hard.

Wait... that sounded so filled with intrigue.

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(Edited)