One Direction Preferences Part 2

HE'S A VAMPIRE

HE'S A VAMPIRE 

Niall: "Is there something wrong with me?" you ask, frustratingly lying on the sofa. "No," he replies quickly, brows furrowed with confusion. "Why do you ask that?" He starts running his fingers through your hair as you start to explain. "We've been dating for a month and you haven't so much as tried to kiss me." He freezes and quickly clears his throat. "It's not you, it's me," he says automatically. "That's such a cliche line that means nothing to me," you growl, suddenly annoyed as you sit up. "Look, I mean it! It's me! If I kissed you I wouldn't be able to stop, I'd go out of control I'd do something I shouldn't," he blurts out, then quickly covers his mouth realizing he said too much. "What do you mean?" you ask hesitantly, watching his eyes turn dark. "Because...I'm a vampire," he says softly, opening his mouth and wincing as fangs jut out among his teeth. You instinctively back up. "I'm not going to hurt you," he pleads, loosely grabbing your wrist. "But I'm not strong enough to be able to....kiss you without wanting to...sink my teeth in...I..." he retracts his fangs and casts his gaze to the floor. "I ruined this, didn't I? Now you think I'm just a monster." You shake your head and place a hand on your cheek. "Not quite." 

Harry: "You always have that necklace on, how come?" you ask, clasping the small pendant of turquoise in your palm. He looks at you and bites his lip as if internally debating something. "Do you want my usual answer or the real, honest, unbelievable truth?" he asks, placing his hand over yours. "Truth," you reply, furrowing your brows in confusion. "This necklace...it's the only thing that keeps me from changing," he explains, toying with the charm. "Changing...into what?" you ask with disbelief. "This," he sighs, unclasping the necklace and holding it tight in his palm. You watch as his skin gets a sparkly pallor and his eyes shimmer with amber. Fangs protrude from between his lips and he frowns. "That," you mumble, your eyes wide. "Yes," he replies softly, placing the necklace back on and returning to as he was. "Are you afraid? Are you going to leave?" You shake your head and place a finger on the charm. "Not now, not ever." 

Louis: "I have to go," Louis says suddenly, glancing out the window of your flat and grabbing his coat. "What? Why?" you grab his wrist with confusion and climb from your cozy spot on the couch. "You literally just got here." He pauses and shuts his eyes for a moment. "Look, I really have to go and I'll explain this more later," he sighs and turns around, sliding on his coat as he does so. "It's going to be a full moon in about ten minutes and that means," he hesitates, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm going to turn...into a vampire..." You laugh and roll your eyes. "If you have to leave just say so, there's no need to make up stories, this isn't Twilight." He frowns and you suddenly realize he's serious. "A few weeks ago a fan bit me and every full moon...I turn...and there's this indescribable craving for blood and I'm afraid I'll hurt somebody so...I''ve been locking myself in the basement of my house and I need to go there really soon so I love you, I'll explain more later, bye," he says quickly, kissing your cheek and sprinting out the door as the moon slowly starts to fill. 

Liam: "Crap," Liam mutters, knicking his thumb with the knife he'd been using to slice tomatoes. "You okay?" you walk over and notice his finger's begun profusely bleeding. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine," he says quickly, shielding his cut finger from view. "No you're not, Christ, you're bleeding bad," you gasp, raising an eyebrow. "You should go to the hospital, God, I hope you don't need stitches," you say frantically, reaching for the phone. He grabs it and sets it on the counter. "I'm fine, I won't need stitches," he assures you, placing his good hand on your shoulder. "How do you know? That cut really deep!" He sighs and shows you his thumb--much to your surprise the deep wound was now nothing more than a faded scar. "What?" you whisper, running your finger along the smooth skin. "I meant to tell you sooner but I didn't know if you'd believe me or if you'd want to leave," he explains, running his hand through his hair. "I'm..a vampire. But I don't drink human blood or anything, I swear," he explains quickly, his eyes sad. "And I can eat regular food, too, I'm still a person...God, please don't leave." You blink your eyes with confusion but slowly lean over and kiss his cheek. "I won't leave." 

Zayn: "Damn it!" you wince as the book you'd been reading slices across your pinky and leaves a paper cut and a trail of blood in it's wake. "What happen-" Zayn begins, looking away from the television but he freezes. His eyes turn amber and he quickly shuts his eyes. "Just a paper cut, calm down," you mumble, watching him start to shake. "Get away from me! Get away from me," he shouts, his shoulders spasm and his voice trembles. "Zayn, what the hell? I feel like Bella from Twilight when she gets cut and the Cullens all...wait," you slowly back away as realization sinks in. "Zayn," you mumble softly, quickly covering your cut with a paper towel and stopping the bleeding. "I am," he replies, slowly calming down now that your cut is under control. "I'm so sorry," he says weakly, his eyes returning to the warm hazel color. "I just haven't quite mastered control yet...I never want to hurt you--I never will, I promise," he assures, looking into your eyes. "I know," you whisper, placing a hand on his cheek. "I know."