Sinister

Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

Sometimes, when we want to, we imagine what it would be like if things were different when we were younger. Maybe I would still have my cat if I didn't forget to feed him. Maybe I wouldn't be afraid of big dogs if I would have just listened to my mother and stayed away from the neighbors house. Maybe my dad wouldn't have left if I said something to him. But when those thoughts come to mind, we like to imagine that great feeling like it was actually happening. Like all those bad things in life had disappeared. It feels like if I was to walk through the door of my child hood house, I would see my mom cooking while my father sat there helping her. They would be laughing, stealing kisses. 

But as soon as you open your eyes, all that hope you built up in your head is gone. That sweet dream has become a nightmare which is now known as reality. If only we could live in the life of a dream, things would be easier for all of us. But it isn't real. It never will be. 

What is real though is now, and right now I'm stuck in that world of fantasy and reality. There's parts of me that tell me that this is a dream and when I wake up, I'll be laying in my own bed, waiting for seven to hit so I can get up and go to my job. But the other half is telling me a different story. That half is telling me that this is real. That vampires and creatures do exist. And they are standing in front of you with open arms. To become part of their world. And I don't want to accept the invite. 

My head was pounding with so many thoughts that it had woken me up from my own world. I was lying in my bed, waiting for the alarm of anything to go off. But as I laid there, things seemed almost normal even though I knew they weren't. With this never ending nightmare, I might as well get used to this feeling of living in a dream. 

The door slowly opened reveling Harry and his messy mop of curls on his head. He looked as if he had just gotten out of the shower. He smiled, slowly closing the door behind him. He walked over, placing a cup on my nightstand. He sat down on the edge, smiling at me with a small yet comforting grin. He wore a new shirt, this time plaid. Under it was a Jack Daniels shirt that resembled something I have in my closet. He looked really good in that. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts," I replied with honesty. I slowly sat up, having Harry hand me the cup which ended up being peppermint tea. It tasted like a piece of home had taken place in my heart and it felt warming. Caring, even. 

"I learned how to make it while you were gone," he said, moving closer to me. "I felt like you could use something.. Normal." I laughed at his small remark. Ironic. 

"Where.. What happened?" I asked, trying to remember what had happened not even 24 hours ago. Harry sighed, swooping his hair back. 

"Zayn isn't going to be bugging us anytime soon. Bennit... Well.." My stomach all of a sudden did a flip. 

"What happened to Bennit?"

"He's okay Blair," he assured. "He packed up his things last night and called your father. He met them half way to Forks. I drove him there." 

"Why didn't he tell me?" I was rather hurt that Bennit asked Harry and not me. I'm his sister. And he doesn't even know Harry. 

"He didn't want to wake you. But he did say he will be back soon. He just wanted to figure some things out." I can understand that much. He has always been one to make life more complicated for himself. And he never lets anyone help him. "Anyways, how are you feeling?" He placed his hand on my forehead, making my cheeks heat up. "You had a fever last night. I was worried." 

"I.. I don't feel sick," I replied. "But I do think I could be catching a cold." 

"Well," he said, feeling my cheeks as well. His hand then slowly moved a small piece of fallen hair to behind my ear, his eyes never leaving mine. "No more walking to work. I'll drive you." He let his hand slowly fall beside them. And as if I was some kind of teenage girl, impure thoughts ran through my head. Him wearing this blue flannel with his tight black jeans. I could see the cross tattoo on his hand, the earrings in his ears, outline of a wrist tattoo. The way the necklace I bought him swayed slowly around his neck. He had that look that made girls go crazy. 

He sucked in a sharp breath before finally getting to his feet. "I'll let you get ready." I nodded, watching him leave my room. 

What just happened? Suddenly, my thoughts on Harry have been pushed to the side by the feeling I have for him. Not as in.. Feelings like I could possibly like him but like I care for him. 

I shook my thought from my head as I walked into my small bathroom in my room. After my warm shower, I decided to wear my black sweater with some old ripped jeans, putting socks on to walk around the house in. I left my hair damp as I came out to find Harry watching tv as he scrolled this his phone on the couch. 

I walked over, taking a seat next to him. He didn't take his eyes off his phone as I sat down. "Who is that girl on your phone?" He was caught off guard by my question. "I mean, I was cleaning and I found it and I didn't know whose it was. You don't have to answer." 

"It's my sister," he finally said after a long period of silence. He showed me his phone to see the smiling girl I saw a couple of days ago. She had a bright smile. She looked super beautiful. 

"She's really pretty," I smiled down at the phone. He took it back, locking the screen. "I'm sorry Harry."

"Don't be," he sighed. "Just promise me you won't trust anyone you don't know. Cause things like Zayn can pop up out of nowhere." I nodded as he made eye contact with me. "I'm serious about this. I don't want to let you out of my sight." 

His green eyes were filled with force. I've known Harry for a while now and he isn't one to joke around. And in all honesty, I'm afraid to see him at his most angry. It's best not to fight and just to listen. 

"Are you hungry Blair Hazel?" He finally asked, changing the subject. I nodded, noticing that I have not eaten for two days. "Good. Let's go out to eat." I followed Harry to the door, grabbing my coat from the wrack and tying my hair up. 

There was a time and place for everything and I had a million of questions. Ones about his sister, about Zayn, about the blonde girl who waltzed into my house and killed Zayn. I had questions about what Harry did before now. Who is really is. All I know about him is he thinks of himself as a lost cause due to what Zayn did. He didn't say it, but the way he looked when Zayn brought it up tells me differently. 

"Where do you want to eat?" He asked as we got into his rusty old Mustang. He drove down the streets of Seattle. 

"There's a small diner about 15 minutes out of town," I replied. "It has great food and it's cheep." He nodded and took the small road out of town. 

But as for that time, as it slowly approaches, I'll just sit and wait. Wait for the right time to truly know the real Harry Styles.

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