Harry is a freshman in university he, by mistake, choose a night class but was too lazy to withdraw it. And after a few days in the class, his eyes fell on a boy that always sat in the back; wearing all black. Harry wanted to get to know him, and Ha...
I'm sorry in advance for this chapter being short but I have a math test tomorrow and I'm crying bc I forgot how fuckin stressful math can be for me. I promise the next update will be longer and more eventful.
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Liam is not a good liar, at all. He once lied to his mom about why he skipped classes and she caught him before he even finishes the lie. He doesn't know how people find out he's lying it's probably the small things like, how red his ears turn or how his hands stand uselessly beside him. He was born with the unfortunate lack of being a good Lier, not that it's a good thing.
But since he's going to be confronted by Harry over his mysteries girlfriend, he's hoping that he won't catch on to the signs. He really doesn't want to freak Harry out with what he was really doing.
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It's been a few days since Zayn's last call and Louis still pissed to be this scared of Zayn. But then again he knows damn well that if Zayn puts his mind on something he'll do it, he's just not sure if he's staying put because he's scared of Zayn or because he cares about Harry.
His feelings are so conflicted he doesn't know what to do. He can't stay put and on the other hand, he can't go following Harry to make sure he won't get hurt; it'll be too weird. He sighed and started pacing around, he knows Zayn well enough to be sure that he's not working alone on this; how else did he know Harry, he couldn't have found out from just looking at his flat building. He also knows that Zayn is smart enough to not put on leads on his helper, he might be emotionally attached to the past but he's not an idiot.
He just wishes he never had to threaten Harry, for all he knows he might not even open the damn diary. His eyes widened at that thought, he rushed to his messy bedroom and started rummaging through his bedside drawer. Once he found what he was looking for he went back to what he called the living room, he opened the window and proceeded to open his pack of cigarets. He looked at the rushing dark street below, in hopes of calming himself down without using the cigaret. Even though he's a vampire, lung cancer can still manifest; it won't harm him as it harms humans but it can still kill him if it grew in his body unnoticed. He also spent a good decade smoking it and he doesn't want to take a chance, he only buys a new pack once a year; just in case.
He tried to avert his attention on anything but the cigaret in his hand but he finally broke and lighted it. He let the cigaret burn without inhaling it for a few seconds before he started inhaling it like his life depended on it and before he knew it, he burned the inside of his finger. He looked down at the remaining stub of light that was extinguishing, he was stunned. He never finished a cigaret this quickly, it's times like these he wished he had a blunt or something a bit stronger than that.
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Harry was trying his hardest not to worry about the possibility of Louis' friend to attack whenever someone walks past him. He's really trying but it's still a bit hard, he hasn't seen Louis ever since he walked out of his flat. He's a bit hurt over the fact that Louis will rather sacrifice him to his friend's jealousy? Rage? Harry has no clue, Louis didn't explain why his friend was after him; he was too busy worrying about his immortal life to care about Harry's life.
Harry was hoping that Louis would give him a call, a text, a visit even but he hasn't heard from him. And the professor stopped calling his name in roll call. Above all the emotions of hurt, fear and, anger Harry really hopes that Louis is okay. Yes, he left him for dead basically but, Harry can't stop thinking about the what if's that could possibly happen to Louis. Like, what if Louis' friend managed to kill him. Harry would never know and he'll be living his whole life worrying whether someone would snatch him up any minute.
He sighed and looked down at the neglected homework that's due the next day. And to top it all, Liam is yet to come back from his said girlfriend. He would occasionally text him to tell him that he dropped by to take some clothes or how he came by to see him and didn't find him, Harry was frustrated at that because Liam knew his schedule yet he came by whenever he was at class.
He's also worried about Liam because Jake told him that he saw him hanging out with some biker kids at the uni parking lot. Jake was the only person he's talking to, he's really nice and cute but he's sure that Jake is straight. He would always keep checking his phone and when he gets a text or whenever they ran out of topics, he would write a long text to whoever he's talking to. Harry never bothered to ask who is he texting because that's rude and extremely nosey, so he just lets him have his time until he hears the telltale of weird noise that happens after you send a text.
He decided to text Liam and see how he's doing. He opens his phone and goes to the messages app, he opens it and searches for Liam's name. Once he finds it and clicks on it, he stops, what is he supposed to say to him. 'Hey, how's your girlfriend that I don't even know the name of?' Or 'Hey, where the fuck have you been?' That won't go well either way. He shrugged and decided to call him instead of waiting for a text. He went to the contact app and searched for Liam's name because he was too lazy to scroll down. It rang twice before Liam picked up.
"Harry! Are you alright?" Liam asked.
Harry was a bit confused at that question. "I'm alright Liam. Why would you ask? You know what, never mind. Where have you been? I haven't seen you in a week." Harry asked.
"Look, I'm sorry for not being there. I'm really busy with my.. Um.. Girlfriend." Liam said hesitantly.
Harry stared blankly at Liam's bed in front of him. He sighed and was about to reply when he heard a guy talking to Liam in a rushed way.
"Liam! Hurry! We have news on where he's staying!" Harry can hear the poor attempt of Liam trying to muffle the sound but, Harry already heard him.
"Oh my god. Harry, I'm sorry! I have to go. I'll talk to you later!" Liam rushed out.
Harry didn't even have time to say anything before the call ended. He rubbed his temple in an attempt to fight an oncoming migraine. He shook his head and packed his unfinished homework, turned off the lights and tucked himself into bed and hoped that the next day would be less stressful than this one.
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Again, sorry for the short update hope you liked it :(
