My Harry's A Vampire

Chapter 2

When Harry came down, he had some red liquid on his face. I guess the liquid was paint that he used on the wall. Nothing suspicious here! I went over to Harry and complimented him on the red wall splatters. “Yes, it is not blood, of course.” Harry said suspiciously. I think he might be practicing for a movie that he is a killer or something. Or maybe he is not. Just as I was thinking that Harry might be a killer, I decided to send a tweet about Harry’s house. “In @Harry_Styles aka #HarBear ‘s house. He has cool red splatters on his walls. smells and tastes like #blood. ikr, i got to lick his wall. #mostluckybitchontheworld #harrystylesisadickjkhesnot #hastag.” Right after i sent it, Harry told me he had to tell me something. I knew he wanted to loose his v-card to me. We walked into his kitchen and he sat me down. “I have to tell you something. I am a vampire.” I knew he was joking. “Haha, funny! How did you know I loved Twilight, but b-t-dubbs, hashtag team Jacob.” “I really am! See look at my fangs, and my sexyness.” He showed me his fangs, and I already knew he was sexy. Then I had to ask him something. “Does my blood smell good?” He smiled, “your blood smells like shit.”