The Secret Lives of One Direction (A Paranormal Fanfic)

Controlling Hatred

Chapter Eight

Zayn's P.O.V.

"When I next woke up, I was a vampire," Harry concluded. "I was a bit mad, rather disorientated at first, but I was OK. And now, here I am!"

"Hold on," Niall interjected. "You can't finish your story now! What century are we talking about? What happened to Lucy and the girl you woke up with? What have you been doing since then?"

Harry nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Umm... This was, like, the 14th century, I think? Yeah, that sounds about right.

"I'll tell you a secret." Harry leant forward and so did we - I don't know why, though. It's not like anyone was listening. "That girl I woke up in the same room as... she WAS Lucy."

'Well, duuh, Captain Obvious,' I thought.

"What happened to her?" I asked. Everyone turned to me. "After that night. What happened to her - what happened to YOU?

Harry chuckled - he tried to make it natural, but I knew it was a nervous laugh.

"I don't know what happened to her, to be honest. When rigor mortis passed, I leapt out of the window and ran off into the night. For the next century I made my fortune - after that, I spent the rest of my life, up until now, moving around after a few years. There's only so long you can spend as a personality before people notice you're not ageing... In a few years, I'll have to wipe Harry Styles off the face of the Earth."

That sentence stunned us into silence. Harry and Niall don't age... The band would be finished in a maximum of six years - possibly seven, at a push.

"Well, now you know my past," Harry announced, "let's continue with the story."

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Liam's P.O.V.

That night, the X-Factor officials had decided that, in order for the band to bond, we would stay in a hotel for the night. We stayed in the penthouse suite - it was big enough for all of us.

Throughout the evening, between bonding and various fun activities, I realised that I really liked Louis, Niall and Zayn. However, whenever Harry and I made eye contact, we glared at each other, pure hatred obvious.

Too obvious.

"Liam?" Louis asked during one of me and Harry's stare-downs. I shook my head to regain composure.

"Sorry, Louis," I muttered. "What do you want?"

"What's your problem with Harry?" he asked, his face plastered with a confused expression.

I glanced at my curly-haired arch nemesis briefly. He was chuckling with Niall. I clenched my fist tight before turning back to Louis, a fake smile spread from ear to ear.

"Problem?" I repeated, trying to act non-chalant. "I have no problem with Harry. Why, do you?"

"Liam," Louis said sternly. "I can see the looks, the mannerisms - something about Harry bugs you. And, if you won't tell me, I'll talk to HIM."

"No, don't." I caught Louis' shoulder and spun him round to face me. Unknowingly, I dug my hand into his shoulder, making him wince. "I guess... he reminds me of an old friend who stole my girlfriend, that's all."

"Oh," replied Louis, not looking entirely convinced but going with it. "OK." He watched me closely before going to join Niall and Harry. I breathed a sigh of relief before going to talk to Zayn.

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Harry's P.O.V.

I couldn't stop thinking about Liam that night. I had to find out why we hated each other.

So, early the next morning - about four am - I tip-toed out of the room I was sharing with Louis to, past where Niall was sleeping on the sofa-bed and into Zayn and Liam's room. I crept over to Liam and gently shook him awake, so as not to wake Zayn.

Liam groaned and squinted at me. When he saw my face, anger flashed in his tired eyes. He snapped, "What do you want?"

I gestured to Zayn and put my finger to my lips. Then I whispered, "Meet me beside the pool in ten minutes."

Before he could protest, I left the room as quickly as HUMANly possible. I quietly shut the door and took the elevator down to the lobby, where I made my way to the pool. The door was locked but I used my vampire speed to unpick the lock. Once inside, I made myself a smoothie and sat in one of the long, comfortable chairs, waiting for Liam.

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Liam's P.O.V.

I thought for a long time whether or not I should talk to Harry. I hated him, but I wanted to know why. I could probably control my anger... I hope.

So, after arguing with myself for a few minutes, I resolved to go downstairs.

I was at least fifteen minutes late, but Harry was still there, sat in a chair, drinking a smoothie. Cautiously, I sat on the opposite side of the pool of him - close enough that we could talk, not close enough that I would lose control.

"What's wrong with us, Liam?" Harry asked curiously after taking a long sip of his smoothie.

I shrugged. Harry rolled his eyes and put his cup on the table beside him as he sat forward on his chair, hunched over and watching me intently.

"Come on, Li," he drawled. I hated the way he called me 'Li'. I growled softly as he continued, "Why do you hate me?"

I shrugged again. This made Harry stand unnaturally fast and snap loudly, "That's not good enough!"

I stood up warily. Could Harry control his hate? I could - I've learnt to control most of my negative emotions. But this hatred was so strong...

So hard to stop...

Harry recomposed himself and began to walk the edge of the pool. He spoke as he took his long strides.

"You know, Li," he said, trying to provoke me. "I don't WANT to hate you. In fact, you could be a nice guy. So why don't you tell me what you did and we can become good chums?"

I shook my head, moving out from the seating area. "I didn't do anything," I replied.

"Well, of course you did," chuckled Harry. "Or else why--"

He stopped. He just stopped, as if he had remembered something or had some sort of epiphany. He smirked at me.

"What are you, Liam?" he asked me threateningly. Panic swept through me, paralysing me and knotting up my stomach.

"W-What do you m-mean?"

"I mean, what are you?" This was more like a demand. I stepped back carefully, ready to flee to the exit.

Harry growled, so I took my chance and turned to run to the glass door that lead to salvation. However, I only got a couple of paces before Harry was stood a metre away from me. Confused, I looked back at where he had been stood and then at where he was stood now. Except this time he was so close I could smell his breath - which didn't seem to smell of anything.

I gasped at the red tint in his eye. He smiled at me, flashing two pearl-like fangs.

"You're a werewolf, aren't you, Li?"

A/N OK, 1 vote wasn't that hard so I just banged out this chapter so it may not be much cop. I haven't proof-read it so I apologise for repeats and typos.

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