Risks (Harry Styles Vampire fanfiction)

chapter 3

Elena's POV

As i walked away from Harry, i felt some sense of power. That was the first time I ever revealed to why i cut and after i had a felt the opposite of what i would have expected to feel... i felt strong.

For so long I had thought of myself as a girl who could crack at any given moment, or one who would cry if someone ever saw her scars. In fact I was that girl until yesterday, until Harry. I barely knew him, but he made me strong. 

Would it have been different if someone other than Harry walked into the bathroom and did the same thing he did? In my head, I already knew the answer to that, of course it would. No one is like Harry. There was something about him, something no one else had.

He carried along a certain charm that i never even knew existed until the first time i saw him smile.

Though his flawless features and piercing green eyes were different and more beautiful than anyone else's i had ever seen, it wasn't that contrasting him.There was something about his distinct cold lips and skin and his infactuating old humor that got my attention. He was undeniably the sweetest human being I've ever came in contact with. 

I was half way to my car when I felt the familiar icy skin I dreamt about since earlier today delicately clasp my forearm and turn me to face his emerald orbs. 

"I was wondering if you would like to go out tonight," He asked just as our eyes met, smirking slightly as my heart knocked hard on my chest. I could feel a blush burning in my cheeks as I answered.

"I would love to." He grinned widely and abruptly caressed up and down my forearm, his cold skin making me shiver without warning. (COLD COFFEE REFRENCE SHOUTOUT TO ED SHEERAN)

Before i walked back to my car we exchanged numbers and he told me he would get me by seven, my heart was leaping. 

Harry's POV

After she walked away, her words still lingered in my ears. An unfamiliar feeling started to build in my stomach, fluttering...butterflies. This feeling was so alien to me. I knew what was happening right when I felt the growing sensation in my abdomen, my humanity was building strong again. 

It's been so long since I had felt normal, human. Elena made me feel this way, she made me feel like I was living again, every word shared with her was a step closer to feeling more human.

Would it be different if I had found someone other than Elena in the bathroom? Instantly after I thought of that question, I knew the answer. Of course it would be different. No one was like Elena, even if the same thing happened with someone else I wouldn't feel the same sadness I felt when I saw her, the ache for blood I felt when i smelled hers, or the spark I felt when i planted my lips on her forehead. 

Something about her attracted me. It wasn't her flawless soft skin, her beautiful mahogany eyes or her gorgeous coffee hair that streamed over her shoulder that interested me. The cuts on her wrist, the tears in her eyes and the ability she had to not feel was what lured me in her direction.

It was knowing that she's broken too, that she's living but not alive too that fascinated me. She wasn't a vampire, but she was just as dead as me and maybe that's what i like. If it weren't for the strong intoxicating blood she has pumping through her veins, i could've sworn she's just as lifeless as me. When I was near her, I couldn't help but think we were bringing eachother's warmth back, bringing eachother back to life. 

I couldn't wait to see her again tonight. 

Elena's POV (later that night)

As I undressed myself to get in the shower when my left wrist caught my attention again. It was empty still. I had almost completely forgotten the cuts had been gone.  I am still unsure of how this could be possible, but I try to push it out of my thoughts for now and focus on my date with Harry tonight. 

I've never been on a date before and Harry would be my first. If it was with anyone else I would probably be shaking and my body would be filled with nerves, but just the idea of being with him calms me. 

I procede to shower and get ready for tonight. I pick out a black dress and red heels from my collection and get dressed. I brushed out my hair and stare back at myself in the mirror, wishing what I saw was different. I wasn't pretty enough for harry, I knew that.

He could have any girl in the whole school, he can do much better than you The voice in my head screeched. I knew she was right, i just wish she wasn't. Harry was special; i didn't want to lose him before i even have the chance to have him.

You know he just feels bad for you because of the way he found you the voice spoke with no emotion. Was she right? Was that why he asked? 

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the doorbell.