Risks (Harry Styles Vampire fanfiction)

Chapter 7

Harry's POV (next morning) 

I woke up feeling different. I couldn't tell if it was the good human kind of different, or the normal, bad, inhuman different I feel on occasion.

It felt like a part of me had been lifted away while I slept and carried off, leaving me empty, but somehow, I felt complete. It was a heavy part of me, a little part, but it's now that its gone, I feel lighter. 

I wondered if a bad part of me had been ripped away or if a good part overtook the dark parts scattered throughout me. For the first time in a long time, I had felt content. Everything seemed to be in perfect harmony and in place. Though I wasnt sure if that was the correct feeling because of the long distance between me and my emotions, something about me today felt right. 

My mind now scuried straight to Elena. Did she feel different too? I tried my hardest to believe she expeienced the same as me, that when we kissed, she felt the tingles for minutes after. I liked her, I knew from the second my eyes layed on her limp body in the bathroom stall that she was special, that she was good for me.

I tried to hush my thoughts but they kept going back to the same question, Did she like me too? A part of me knew the logical answer, of course she didn't. How could she like someone that she just met yesterday. These days kisses mean nothing, and i started to worry thats exactly what I was to her, just a kiss, nothing. 

Suddenly I was interrupted by the opening of my front door and the loud call of my name. 

Elena's POV

When I woke up this morning, I could notice the difference. The sun showered over my face dripping down my chest as I lay in bed. In my stomach there was this burning, tickling feeling. What was that? I could hear my steady heartbeat pumping in my chest, i could feel it knock against my fragile insides, and it felt....good.

I tried to remember the last time I felt emotion, but I couldn't. This was the first time in a long time i felt normal, happy. I brought my shaky hand up to my face and danced my fingertips along my slightly swollen lips.

I smiled to myself remembering the kisses Harry and I had shared. I thought about all he had told me, about how he was a vampire, and I was okay with it. How could that be? How was I not even surprised? 

I questioned why I listened to everything he said, why I believed him when he told me he would never hurt me, but I didn't have an answer. He was dangerous, I knew he wasn't good for me, but a part of me was attatched. I knew I shouldn't have kissed him, but something told me I had to. I've known him for 24 hours, how is possible to feel so in need to be with him? 

Something was wrong, but in the sweetest way. In the sweetest way because he cared, because he was different, like I am. 

There was a part of me that felt pain, like I had lost a part of myself. The only thing I ever wanted was to be someone different, be a new me, but not like this, this feeling it hurts. I could feel the place within me that was unfilled. A fraction of me had been ripped out and went away.

I knew something was different since I met Harry yesterday. When I was with him, i was elated, I was full, content. When he wasn't there something inside me didn't feel right. Something was missing. Did happiness fill the space that the big dark part of me held before? Is the happiness to weak to fill the gaping inside me that the thick blackness that ruled my life once was? 

Did Harry feel like a part of him was gone also? He wasn't like me because I was human, but in other ways, we were the same. We had both been dead, but still stuck in this place, this terrible place that we couldn't seem to escape. 

Was what I'm feeling what it's like to be fully alive? I quickly dismissed that thought, it couldn't be. I'ts too empty, I feel more alone than I did before, worse than I did in the bathroom stall. 

I needed to find Harry. Theres something not right. Did he do something to me?

If him being a vampire is possible, many other things can be too. 

Harry's POV 

The noise from the living room surprised me. I wasn't expecting anyone, and it wasn't Elena, I couldn't smell her blood. 

I hustled out of my room and sped down the hall to check in with the univited guest. Once i reached the end of the narrow walkway,  my eyes locked with familiar blue ones. 

"Brother," He smirked at me, his voice thick and harsh, not very much how I remembered it a few years ago, it was now coated in a heavy irish accent, which I assumed he had picked up during our years of separation.

"Niall,"