The Devil Wore Fedoras (1D Vampire)

Chapter 1

It had been three months since I last saw Zayn, a month since I lost mom, a week since I've last seen my dad, and I can tell the rest of the year was going in the same shitty direction. Excuse my language. I am not usually this vulgar this time of the day. The sun hit my eyes and I hide under the pillows for refuge. I hate the sun. It's too damn bright. Like, come on, tone down a bit, bro. 

"Someone's a little moody," There it goes again. Every now and then, I'd hear sarcastic comments from this invisible being. I don't know if it's just in my head or if it's the effect of some weird paranormal thing wherein I could hear inanimate objects speak.

"You know I'm no inanimate object, Frankie." Dante giggles. Yes, I gave this devious voice a name. It'd be too much of a hassle to say "The evil, annoying, insipid being behind the voice giggles." don't you think? You must think I'm crazy, but whatever, okay? I'm not making things up. I really do have an annoying voice talking to me. How I wish he'd just bother another girl. "You don't want that, Franks." I would have replied by telling him to shut up, but there's no point, really.

"Glad we're on the same page." His voice was husky and deep.

I walk down the stairs, and look for food. Ever since Zayn left, I've been eating away the feels. That's probably why I've been gaining like crazy. I touch my neck in search of the leather strap that carried my mother's pendant, only to realise I hadn't been wearing it after all. Weird. I always had it with me. I run back to the room and grab my phone to call Emily.

"EM! Did I leave my necklace at your place?"

"MY. FUCKING. HEAD. HURTS. MY BREATH STINKS. MY FACE LOOKS HORRENDOUS." Emily shouts over the phone. "What the fuck have I done at Mckenzie's?" 

"I really don't remember much from last night, Emsters." I sigh. "I don't even remember how I got home."

"Horanggutan drove you." Bitterness ever present in her voice when Niall is concerned. I don't get why my two best friends can't stand each other.

"That's because they're two versions of the same rock," Dante comments. I'm a master at ignoring him, but I knew when he made sense, which is, sadly, most of the time. I imagine Dante giving a small bow. Sigh. I must be a little cuckoo.

"We played truth or dare, and you probably didn't want to admit your feelings for Noah." I joke and she fakes barfing noises. "Okay, I get it."

"Wait, which Noah?" A sudden change of tone. "Noah S. or Noah R. cause it depends, really."

"What's the point? Witch already slept with both of them." Dante snorts. 

"Just get your skinny ass in here."

"I'll be there in ten, yeah?" Code for an hour.

When Emily arrived, we decide to ditch our weekly movie marathon to go to yet another party. I don't really go to parties, but ever since Zayn left, I tagged along just to get him off my mind.

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I spot him just before he vanishes up the stairs. The man wearing a fedora. The one my friends had dared me to make out with. He smirks and gestures for me to follow. His green eyes watch my every move, as though he knew what I was planning to do, and he licks his lips quite slowly. Did he? I normally avoid social gatherings like parties, but I happen to be in a really bad mood. So please forgive me for wanting to snog a hot stranger. Whatever. I bet my entire life you'd tell me to go for it had you seen how sexy he looked in that plain black v-neck. I follow him up not long after Em gives me the telepathic approval. Unlike the other "friends" I'm with, she actually cares about me.

As I walk up the steps, I feel my body get lighter. Am I really going to do this? Go have sex with the hot new boy, Franks, sure that'll fix your problems. But it sure won't change the fact that he's getting remarried. Ugh. I can't believe it hasn't been a month since mom died and he's out hunting for a new wife. Needy much?

Speaking of needy, I hear Niall and one of the Gallagher twins at the first room. Although Niall's my best friend, I can never tell which sister he's dating. I guess fedora boy's at the other room then. I knock two times before I come in. He stood near the window, looking all melancholic. What had this boy experienced to look this sad? We were from the same year, but I felt as though I were gazing at an old man's eyes. It reminded me of Zayn's riveting stare. Zayn. He was my boyfriend. Emphasis on the was. He dumped me for effing Alaska. I'm talking about the place, by the way. No way I'll let him leave me for another girl, although I'm quite sure he wouldn't dare to. He's too sweet to forget, you know. Sigh. Why did I have to have the perfect first boyfriend? No way I can find someone better.

"I bet I'm a better kisser," Dante seductively whispers. The fedora boy grins, his eyes turning a darker shade of green. For a moment, my mind drifts towards the border of insanity.

No, Frankie, those are not fangs.

"Yes, they are." I hear Dante mutter, only to realise that the words had come from the fedora boy's mouth.

"I'm Harry," He grins yet again. He's obviously amused by the situation. "But feel free to keep on calling me Dante, I really don't mind." He winks. "I really don't." What the hell is this? Someone fill me in cause I'm having a really hard time digesting all of this.

"I've been watching you since you were born, Frankie." He laughs. "We were destined to be together." He looks me in the eye and caresses my face. His hand felt warm, and I liked how he rests his thumb just below my left eye. "I've been waiting thousands of years for you." His voice held so much pain, it made me believe and trust whatever shenanigans he had up his sleeve. We remain still for a minute, an hour. It didn't really matter, but out of fear, I move his hand away from my face.

Who the hell are you?

"Harry Edward Styles," He answers. 

How can you read my mind?

"I'm a Vampire."

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NOTE:

I sort of rushed this chapter so I'm sorry if there are some errors. I hope it wasn't too confusing.

Please let me know what you think.

-Sammy