My Immortal (H.S.)

Chapter 2

Harry P.O.V.

Why did I even come. I thought. After placing my drink order and watching as the bartender turns and begins to prepare it. I take a seat in the far dark back corner of the bar. Avoiding any eye contact and speaking to anyone.

I should've just stayed at my castle in my chamber where I'm not to be disturbed or even seen.

I hate talking to people or even saying anything. I never really liked to draw attention. but, considering that I'm one of the most powerful kings their exists, I could kill them in an instant. But, it doesn't stop anyone from starring at me. It's like they have a fucking staring problem. I mean I'm no different from them I just have a different accent but, it doesn't affect my appearance. Except that I'm a vampire. I forgot about that too. oops?

Sometimes if I don't talk they will. But that's the thing, once they start talking no one can shut them up. The good thing about being this way is the women, It's always the women that throw themselves at me. I accept though, but it's always and only, about the sex. They don't mind either which is fine by me because, I could care less. They get what they want, and so do I. everyone's happy.

Yeah, I've slept with other women, but they all don't mean nothing to me. it's just for the thrill and fun. Never because I actually cared. I did love once, but got pushed away, and was left heartbroken. After that, I promised myself that from that day forward I can't, will not, won't, fall for something so stupid such as "love". It's not my style. Never was, never will be, period.

I mumble a "thank you", as a glass of scotch on the rocks is placed in front of me, and take a sip. I almost don't notice, but from the corner of my eye I notice a figure with blonde hair sit next to me.

"Hey, Niall."

"Hey." he says softly. turning to look at me. As I continue to sip from my drink.

"How are things going...back at your place? he ask's. Clearly not sure how to start a civil conversation. But I don't want to be rude to my best friend.

"Everything's well, how about you?" I ask back. He shrugs.

"S'okay."

"Where's everyone else?"

"Their inside. Drinking. Getting wasted." He said calmly

I nod. no longer being in the mood to talk anymore. He obviously got the memo, as he stood up and off from the stool. He gave me a quick nod, and walked back into the ballroom.

I look at the clock and that when I hear clapping and whistling from inside. A voice then says,

"Lady's and gentlemen, please gather around! We'll be starting in five minuets!"

I sigh and stand off from the stool and fix my black tuxedo and bow tie. Once that's done, I gulp down what's left of my drink, and slamming it on the counter. I reach into my pocket and pull out a twenty dollar bill, and throwing it on the counter and begin to walk away.

I push back my hair and open both thick wooden doors.

This better be good. I thought, as I walk inside.

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Rose's P.O.V.

Emmy takes a step away from me, I turn to face the mirror. My eyes widen by the sight. After what took like for ever to get me ready. I am finally done with my makeover. My hair is now in soft loose ringlet curls, with a few pinned back. The makeup I decided to wear was the natural look with a little more eyeliner than usual, (because emmy wouldn't stop nagging me until she forced me to try in on) and a dark pink-ish lipstick.