I had woken up about 30 minutes before my alarm. I just turned it off and got up, I started to walk my way towards my closet, before I heard a light tapping against the door. I looked it weirdly, wondering what could have possibly made that noise. My answer came a few second later.
"Harry?" Perrie whispered. I fondly shook my head and walked up to the door. I opened it enough to stick my head out.
"Yeah?" I whispered back to her.
"I'm sorry for forcing you to take Niall to Holmes Chapel. Zayn and I had a huge conversation about it. It wasn't my place to have you take Niall there." She whispered while looking down. I could tell she felt ashamed. I stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me, I pulled her into a hug. Her arms were trapped against my chest.
"Hey now, it's okay. It's actually good that you are forcing me to do this, it gives me the opportunity to finally tell Niall that he's my... You know." I told her, I heard her let out a quiet breath.
"Good. He needs to know, so he doesn't start to feel like you're leading him on." She told me, I smiled and let go of her. "Hurry up and get ready. I want to talk to you downstairs." She said before turning on the heal of her foot.
I turned back to the door and opened it. I walked in and closed it, make sure to do it quietly for Niall who was still sleeping. I walked to the closet and grabbed out a pair of black skinny jeans, a brand new pair of boxers, and a white shirt before walking to the bathroom. I took the quickest shower I have ever taken because I was curious on what Perrie wanted to talk about.
I also wanted a bottle of blood before I left for work. Once I was done, I put my dirty boxers in the hamper and grabbed my boots before walking down to the kitchen where I could tell Perrie was. Once I was in there, I noticed she also grabbed two bottles of blood. One was positioned in her hand and the other was across from her, for me to sit. I sat down and took a drink.
"So what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked her, my words were slurred because of my fangs were at their full peak.
"You should take Niall out on a couple dates while you're there." She told me before she took a swig from her bottle.
"What kind of dates? I haven't really been on once since before I was changed." I laughed out, quietly. A smile was forming on her lips, trying to suppress her own laughter.
"Like sort of fancy dates but not full out fancy. While you're at work, I can put in a few pairs of clothing for the dates." She suggested, I nodded my head. I looked at the clock, I had to get going so I wouldn't be late. I drank the rest of my blood before standing up.
"Well, you do that, I have to get heading to work." I told her, while slipping on my boots.
"Alright, well, I hope you have a good day. Don't forget that once you get home, you and Niall are heading straight to Cheshire." She reminded me, I nodded my head.
I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbed Niall's keys and making my way outside. I got into the car and started driving to the bakery. It didn't take me too long because there weren't that many people out. I parked in the small parking lot and locked his car.
I wasn't taking any chances by leaving it unlocked. I walked into the opened door of the bakery. I saw Elizabeth and Natalie already behind the counter. Elizabeth was washing down the counter while Natalie was sweeping. I grabbed my apron and put it on.
"Good morning, Harry." The two women greeted me, I sent them a smile and a nod before I walked into the kitchen. I went on my way cooking.
It didn't even feel as if 6 hours had passed. I was so caught up with pulling bread and cupcakes out of the oven that I didn't noticed Barbara's presence had entered the kitchen. I sat the bread and cupcakes on the cooling rack before she started to talk.
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You're different from the others. (Narry)
Teen FictionHarry Styles was just an average teenage boy before he was turned into a vampire out of force. Ever since that day, he had been traveling all alone throughout the United Kingdom. He was in search for the perfect place for him to be. Niall Horan was...
