She's Afraid // Louis

Chapter 15 {Any Girl}

"How long have you been a vampire for?" I asked inquisitively, beginning to feel a bit more friendly with this new girl.

"Oh gosh, it feels like forever. Only about a year." She answered honestly, still as a tree.

Lily seemed nice, but I could definitely tell she was badass, something I wish I was at heart. Liam seemed especially fond of her, leaning ever so slightly closer to her, looking at her with all of his attention.

"A year? You seem quite controlled." Harry commented thoughtfully, eyeing her with speculation. Confusion must have swept over my features, because Louis, who had been oddly quiet, noticed.

"You're most thirsty in the first two years, then you're fine." He answered my puzzled expression, and I nodded as if I knew exactly what he meant.

"I don't remember anything from before this life." Lily suddenly let us know, bowing her head down as her bright hair twirled in curls around her head.

This only made me becoming a vampire even scarier. I didn't want to forget any of my life, well there were some parts that I would love to lose, but not my sister, not my parents, not my brother. None of that.

"Not even your name?" Liam asked, worry evident on his features.

"No, I remembered my name. That's it."

I felt bad for her, waking up one day and knowing nothing, no memories or anything. Just a name, her name. The thought sent chills down my spine, but a question lingered in my mind. Would I ever become a vampire, would I ever, ever do that?

"Do you both have a marking?" I must have tuned out, because now Zayn was talking about a whole different topic.

"Didn't check..." Liam let his words hang in the air, and it was quiet for what seemed like a while.

"Then, shall we?" Lily spoke, smiling now. As I sat there, feeling more awkward now that I had nothing to do, as Lily slapped Harry's hands away as he tried to find a marking. She could do it on her own, of course. Except they hadn't allowed me to search for myself, no they didn't care about privacy when it came to me.

"Well, I've found it." Liam mumbled, looking at himself in the mirror. He turned around, before simply saying, "Anchor tattoo, dead center of my chest."

He had his shirt pulled down, and right at where people claim to have their heart, was a rather large anchor tattoo in the darkest black ink one could find. Honestly, it was unique looking. That reminded me, I hadn't gotten a good look at mine. What did ours symbolize, anyways? Or, did they actually have no apparent meaning?

"Mine is somewhere then, not for your view." She said sternly, mainly directed towards a winking Harry.

"Alright, it's settled. How the hell did you two find your mates, in less than a few weeks?" Weeks? It's been weeks, weeks since I've seen my sister? I felt like I doubted that, it's only been... been..

Time had escaped me, so easily too. Exactly what was the date today, I had been taken November 17th, or was it the 16th. I couldn't believe it.

"Luck." Louis answered quietly, his gaze lowering to me, my insides feeling warm, my cheeks being flustered. Why did he have this affect on me, this almost torture that you could feel this way when I was supposed to hate him. He could have killed my friends, my family, he could kill me. But I still love him.

I said it, I said the 'L' word. Do I even know how much that word means, I've never loved anyone except for family. There's never been a person who's ever heard that from me, I usually pushed people away. That was my thing, I never let people stick around. He, was the exception.

Later on, I just couldn't shake the feeling that I owed Louis so much more. After all, I had been the one who treated him badly, almost to the point where even I was shocked at what I said to him. I had to tell him I was sorry, I had too.

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"I'm sorry Louis."

He turned around, his perfectly angled jaw tightening a bit, his fiery red eyes seemed calm. You could get lost in them, as cliché as that sounds. I wondered what their true color was, before he was changed. I bet they were beautiful, just as they are now. Blue, except not just blue. His eyes, they would have been like puddles of water, so clear you could see every aspect of emotion, like the cloudless sky color, sapphires that you could marvel over for hours.

"No, I'm sorry. I dragged you into my fucked up life, dragged you into a place you never would have chosen to live in. I'm selfish, I'm selfish Harley. I should have just let you go. I should have just-" I walked forward, not wanting to hear his sorry's, and placed my hands on his shoulders. He was sitting on a bed, his bed, so the position didn't bother me.

He looked up, almost puzzled at what I was trying to do. I dropped any cares I had, any impulses to just quit this and agree that he was stupid in dragging me into this world. I kissed him, with all I had.

My heart pounded in my ears, his cold lips feeling like marble against mine, perfectly sculpted to fit with mine. His hands lowered to my back, pulling me closer to cut the space between us. Surely my emotions were off the wall, bouncing around inside my head. I hugged him inevitably closer to me, pressing forward onto him. He tumbled backwards, his back softly hitting the blue covers.

For just seconds, I pulled back to catch my breath. I knew he could last forever without air, but how could I continue this without any. As soon as I did, an uncontrollable desire overwhelmed me and I was placing my lips back on his, enveloping the moment.

His hands traced up and down my spine through my shirt, finally moving back towards the hem of my shirt. I could tell he was reluctant to do so, but I just needed him to be more incautiously, I could handle whatever he was hiding.

"Harley..." He breathed against my cheek, but I didn't want to hear whatever he had to say, and kissed down his jawline, tracing it with small, lingering kisses.

His skin was so velvety soft, so smooth against my lips. I looked up momentarily, to see his eyes closed in desire, his mouth open ever so slightly. In truth, I could see now that he truly was beautiful, and even if he was what people considered bad, I could love him. I do love him, in some ways that people consider strange and unbelievable. But I did.

As if in mere seconds, I was laying across the bed, his muscular figure overpowering mine with anticipation. He pushed his lips onto mine, leaving me breathless as his lips forced mine open, trailing against mine. It was almost like he had dropped his safety precautions, and I didn't have any objections to it. Swiftly, he pulled his shirt off his toned body, exposing himself to me. Any human looking at his chest, his body, would think he worked out specifically everyday to keep in shape, when in reality it was just part of the package.

My shirt wasn't as easy to pull off, and it instead got stuck around my head. He chuckled to himself, helping me with it before he paused afterwards, his arms locking into place as he supported himself. It must be because I wasn't much to look at, compared to the other girls he's probably seen exposed like this, with surely more to show off.

I sighed, going to grab my shirt to pull it back over my head. Of course he would be disappointed in me. It wasn't the first time.

"No, no Harley wait." He was cutting off my escape, and I looked down to the floor, holding back my helpless tears.

"Why? It's not like you would care. You could get any fucking girl." I choked out, cursing myself afterwards for sounding so weak.

"That's the thing Harley, I do care. I always will. Even if you never want to see my face again, I would still care about you." He began. "I wouldn't want any other girl, none other than you. Don't you understand? I love you, I fucking love you." He spoke, his breath husky as he stared into my eyes. My breathing was the only thing to be heard other than silence, and I looked up through the tears at him, he cared. He really did.

"I fucking love you too."