You're different from the others. (Narry)

Chapter One: How my story began.

You know those stories about vampires? How they sparkle in the sun, how they burn in the sun. How they are pale, cold, and strong? How they have powers? How they can't fall in love? Most of them are fake, not all. Here's my story.

I'm pale, cold, stronger than most guys at the age of 19. I don't sparkle and I don't burn in the sun. I can go outside anytime I want. I am a vampire thought I have been for quite some time now. I got changed I had just turned 19.

When I was 19, I would walk around town in the fancy clothes, talking weird and stuff. I was an ordinary 19 year old boy. I was looking for love. Though, it wasn't going my way at all. I can still remember as if it was just yesterday It was midnight. I couldn't sleep and I had the urge to walk around.

On my midnight stroll in the city, I had walked down the wrong road. I walked past this pub. I was the legal age to go in there, but I stayed out. When I walked past, a tall, strong man threw out about 5 men. He yelled something at them. He looked at me and nodded his head, I nodded back. I began walking again, I had heard footsteps behind me. I just tried to not let it bug me. It didn't until I walked past a dark ally. I got pulled in by the waist. I tried to scream. Though, not a single nose had came out.

One of the drunk men had bit my neck, turning me. Turning me into one of them, a monster. Better known as a vampire. I'm different from most vampires. You see, I am rather tall for my age, skinny, pale, cold, and extremely strong. I am fast, I can read minds and I know better than to drink people's blood.

I drink animals blood, but dying ones though. I'm light on my feet. One thing that comes in handy is, I heal faster than normal people or vampires, that's one of my natural powers. Another one of my favorite powers is seduction. It comes in handy some times.

I am on my own, I have been ever sine I had been turned. I don't have a family or a cult. I was by myself. I was traveling around the UK. I was staying away from the town I had been changed. Holmes Chapel, Cheshire, England. For now, I had just settled down in Ireland. I had a nice house in the wood that was also on the outskirts of town. I had saved up a ton of money form traveling. I had a job at a local bakery in town.

I never understood why people made those lies about vampires, but another thing I didn't understand was, it drew people into liking them. They made movies about them and made books. People must have loved them because they are book for them and movies, they were all people would talk about. Though, the people who made them, they were stereotypes. They were completely wrong about half the stuff.

We don't sparkle, we don't burn. Nothing happens if you give a human a love bite. Vampires are just like humans. The only thing different from humans and vampires were the paleness, strength, body temperature, our eyes change from our regular color to a piercing red when we need blood, and we have fangs Most vampires, now days, change their identity to fit in with the world, so no one would suspect them. Me, I didn't. I'm still Harold Edward Styles, I just go by Harry.

I, at the moment, was getting ready for my job at the bakery, I had to fit in. I had stepped out of the shower and put on a black tee with black skinny jeans. I had just gotten done slipping my boots on when I looked at the clock. I better be going now. I quickly grabbed my phone and keys. I started my way to my work. It didn't take me long, especially since there was no one out. I got there on time. When I got there, I waved at my boss and put on my apron. I clocked in and leaned against the counter.

It was about noon when the customers started to come in. I noticed this blonde boy came in with a laptop. He hadn't ordered anything. He was just typing away on his laptop. There weren't many customers. They were all leaving about 3, them all but that blonde boy. I was leaning up against the counter, debating. Debating whether or not to go offer coffee. I shrugged my shoulders and cleared my throat. He looked at me.

"Would you like anything to drink or eat?" I asked him. He was quiet for a moment.

"Sure. Can I have a cup of tea?" He asked. I nodded my head and turned around and grabbed a mug. I poured some tea and walked towards the boy. I sat it down next to his laptop. "Thanks." He said, sending me a smile. I smiled back.

"Welcome." I told him and walked back behind the counter. I didn't know what to do, so I just pulled out my phone.

I smiled at my background picture. It was a picture of me and my sister Gemma, before I got turned. She was my only sibling and I loved her to death. I heard the chimes above the door go off. I quickly put my phone on the counter and looked at a little 5 year old with her mother. I smiled sweetly at them, they walked up to me.

"Hello, how can I help you?" I asked, smiling at the little girl. She giggled and held her mother's hand.

"Hi. Can you please get me a piece of coffee cake, a Brownie, a small hot coco, and a small black coffee?" The mother asked me. I smiled politely and nodded my head. I turned around and got to work.

I turned back towards them when I was done getting everything ready. I rung it up, I told them the price and she paid exact change. Her and her daughter left. It was soon me and that blonde boy again. I could hear him typing away on his lap top. I grabbed a pastry and sat it on a plate and grabbed the tea pot. I walked up to him. I sat down the pastry and refreshed his drink. he looked at me confused.

"Why'd you do that?" He asked me, confused. I gave him my signature smile, making sure to show off my dimples.

"Ever since you got here, you didn't order anything. I thought you'd be thirsty and hungry. Unless your not and I could take this back..." I lingered, trying not to panic. He just laughed.

"Thank you, that was very thoughtful of you. I don't mind them." He said, smiling. I quickly smiled back before returning behind the counter.

"You're very welcome." I said, winking. He blushed. I'm not very shy of my sexuality. Never have been, don't see the need to start. I picked my phone up again and stated playing a cute little game called 'Fruit Ninja'. It was quiet.

"You're not from here. Are you?" I heard the blonde ask. I paused my game and looked up at him. I caught his mesmerizing blue eyes in my emerald green ones.

"It's the accent, itsn't it?" I asked him, even though I already knew the answer. He smiled and nodded his head. "Well, to be honest, I'm not. I'm from Holmes Chapel, Cheshire, England." I tell him. He took a bite of his pastry.

"Well, I bet its beautiful there." He tells me. I nodded my head. He went back to typing. Then he had randomly stopped. "I'm Niall Horan, by the way."

"Harry Styles." I tell him. He continued typing. My shift was over. I put my apron back and grabbed my phone. I walked towards Niall. "See you later, Niall." I tell him, he saluted me off. I quickly make my way back home.

The next thing I know, I'm laying on my bed in just a pair of boxers. It was usual of me to sleep in my boxers, I feel too confined in clothing. At the moment, when my eyes were slowly slipping shut, all I could think about was that beautiful blonde boy named Niall. Never have I ever wanted Human blood, though, it took all I had to not sink my teeth into my milky white flesh. I soon fell into a peaceful slumber.