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

Chapter 6

*Harry’s POV*

“fuck…” I state as I stumble upon my own feet.

“woah” he hurries to grab my side before I fall, “well, yeah, it’s not the normal speed for a human” he mocks and I hit him playfully before regaining my balance.

“can we walk from here?” I pant.

“that’s why I stopped curly, it’d be weird if your mom saw us arriving like lightning y’know?” he chortles and I roll my eyes.

“my house is four blocks away” I state and he nods, intertwining his fingers with mine as we start walking.

I freeze for a moment but relax- slightly- into his touch, his thumb rubbing my skin softly as he shift closer to me.

“you know I won’t get mad if you want to let go” he says with a small smile and I nod, dropping his hand slowly and breathing once again.

“I’m s-sorry, I-”

“I understand, not ready to come out in public” he shakes his head with a bitter smile, “ no one will come up to you on the street and say ‘HA-HA YOU FAG!’ alright? And if someone does I can beat the shit out of them so don’t worry”

“still, today at school was enough, I guess…”

“listen,” he says, coming to a stop when he sees me clenching my jaw in order not to cry, “no one will hurt you, okay? I won’t let that happen” he says fondly and kisses my forehead.

We keep walking home, hand in hand, suddenly discussing about music.

“but Sleeping With Sirens ain’t that good…” he says and my jaw falls to the ground and my eyes widen comically. “What?”

“how can you even say that?!” I say, squeezing his hand a bit more than necessary.

“well, I only heard like, half of one of their songs? Didn’t like it much and so I went for the next and it was another band so…” he shrugs.

“what song?” I ask, trying to swallow my fangirl anger.

“Um, I’m not sure, it was something like don’t forget about me or something like that, don’t really care”

“don’t really care? Don’t really care?! ‘Don’t You Ever Forget About Me’ is a great song, okay?”

“ok Harry, I just didn’t like it-”

“yeah, ‘cause I bet you’re into heavy rock or something like that, are you?”

“well…” he raises his eyebrows innocently, “you could say so”

“then, you should listen some more of them”

“they’re pussies”

At that point I slap his arm, hard, “how very dare you?!”

“okay, sorry! Ow…” he fake glares, rubbing his arm and seconds later we arrive home.

“it’s so calm here” he says, looking around.

“yeah, it’s pretty silent always, not as many cars, barely any at this time” I say, looking around as well before sinking my hand in my jeans’ pocket “shit…” I mutter.

“what’s wrong?”

“the keys are in my bag, which is at school” I say, narrowing my eyes and he shoots me an apologetic half smile.

“I’m sorry, hey, isn’t your mother home? Or your father? Or someone?”

“mom could be home…” I say and ring the bell, but there was no answer. “She’s probably out grocery shopping”