He Sees Through Me Like Broken Glass (A Larry Stylinson Vampire Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

Yesterday night I was re-reading everything form the first chappie in order to write this one without missing anything, and I ended up falling asleep, and then I woke up and turned the laptop off and fell immediately back asleep. I swear I dreamt I became a fucking vampire! It was so amazing though, like, I remember in a part I thought 'wait the veins, and the dark eyes' and then I could see myself getting the dark eyes and veins around my face and my pale skin giong totally white, God, it was so cool... then I woke up several times and somehow in the middle of that weird dream there were five Avril Lavignes, and I remember thinking they had perfect noses, and Avan Jogia was my older sister's boyfriend but we kind of had a thing *omg I would never do that to my sis* and there were a lot of puppies hidden in my wardrobe.

Weird enough? xD

Anyways... I wrote this today and wow it's another of my miraculous long chapters haha, so I really hope you enjoy it, I worked hard on it :))

*Harry’s POV*

I walk home that day, alone, with just my earphones to make me company. I need some time to figure this out, it’s not something ‘normal’, but still, it could never be something supernatural.

Niall told me he had taken Louis’ hand and nothing happened, and I’ve seen him millions of times high-fiving people; why is it different with me?

I start to think this is all probably some joke, a really bad joke, as ‘Roger Rabbit’ by Sleeping With Sirens travels through my ears. It’s just impossible that this can happen.

He tried to talk to me today, but I simply ignored him. He said that he didn’t mean to hurt me, and that he hurt himself as well, but I walked away before he could explain anything else. I’m just- stressed, by this all.

I always knew he was this dickhead, treating people like shit, but still I could always see something else, something that made my stomach churn every time I contemplated his figure. A year ago I came to terms I was gay, definitely gay, and the only reason for this was him, Louis.  I sometimes am afraid of coming out, because even if he’s bi, he’s still older, and bigger, and as I said before, a dickhead, and he could beat me up, along with his lovely friend Zayn. But for some reason, I yearn the day I can finally tell him how I feel, even if that means getting my hand burnt.

Stop smiling you idiot, as if he could love you back.

Just then my ears are shocked by the sound of an unknown music filling them. I take my phone out of my pocket and read ‘Shake Your Booty’ by Kool And The Gang & The Sunshine Band.

Gemma.

I decide to leave it, seeing it’s an old song, and God it is cheering me up. I laugh at its lyrics and melody as I start to dance furtively on the pavement as I keep reaching my house.

“Shake, shake, shake

Shake, shake, shake

Shake your booty, shake your booty!”

And like that goes on and on… oh Gemma.

*Louis’ POV*

“you’re joking, I cannot be cursed!”

“I would never joke about something like this dear, you must go find a witch and fast”

“but how the Hell?!” I start to hesitate as I hold onto the sofa’s material firmly.

“give me your arm” Miss Malik says before grabbing a pen from her bag and writing something down on my skin. “Here, I know the woman who lives here, we’re friends, she will help you”