Roomed with the Vampire Hottie (Niam) -spontaneous-

Chapter 9

Le Update ♥

So I decided to not change names... since... it would be completely less enticing and interesting... plus the word Hottie kind of carries the whole story, and also tye vampire but you know... yeah...

And from this update on, I'll br changing POV's YAAAAAY! (Mostly Harry's and Niall's)

And sorry for any probable grammar and spelling mistakes. I've done this on my phone so... you know... yeah.

Again, Le Update ♥

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Harry's POV (Zarry Moment)

"Zayn... where's Louis?" I asked. It really is boring when he's not around. Hmp.

"I dunno... why ask me." He spoke. He has that tone in him. Which I can hardly decipher.

"Well I was just wondering if you know... I mean we're all roomates here and at least one of us I think should or would know if where he has gone." I asked, putting up a point. He sneered.

"Why you ask me that? You and him are the "Closest" and both have the "Connection"."

He got up from our bed and sat on the couch beside the drawer.

I stood and faced him, however he doesn't. 

"What's wrong with you?" He stood from where he was seating and looked at me, filled with anger.

"Nothing has been wrong with me, it's YOU who has something wrong." I was taken aback of how those words flew out of his mouth. It's like he's accusing me of something I don't know.

"Wait... me? So there's this... thing wrong with me? I hardly even get your point." I said, raising my tone.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact yes! You are too oblivious and too uncautious to not even see my efforts." He said, having the sharpest glare straight to me.

"What the fuck are you talking about efforts? And too oblivious? Of what am I oblivious abo..."

"THAT I LIKE YOU!" He shouted, cutting me off in the midst of my sentence.

"You... what?" I asked, confused what he just said.

"I like you! Styles! I fuckin' like you!" He said. I stared at his eyes. He looked at me, staright to my eye, like he was searching something under my soul. Shiver me timbers! I'm getting scared... and excited at the same time.

"I... I dunno... how to respond." I said. Without knowing, he held my waist and closed the space between us. He stared at me... he looked into my eyes. I can see millions of emotions that revolves around it. But I can only decipher one.

Lust.

My lips and his, mere inches away from each other. Fuck! I think centimetres.

His faces slowly nears onto mine. My heart is beating fast. The I don't know feeling starts to crawl up and dominate me. I never knew that it could feel this way to actually feel his body.

Yeah I imagine him naked all the time but I never thought that we would be going somewhere. Sure his hot, and dangerously enticing, but the fact that I'm a virgin, and this tattooed badboi could ruin me just gives me nervousness and excitement.

Fuck! I know! Excitement! Like what the hell, right?

He got near my ear and licked it. My body shivered. The tingles that run around my body. Little Harry is getting excited.

I let out a moan.

"Z... zayn... don't... ugh."

He carried me and put my legs around his torso. I was in awe. His aura. He enthralls me. Just the staring of his eyes on my green ones, it makes me wanna pull him hard and give in.

He carried me towards the bed and laid me upon. His face hovers mine.

His eyes, full of lust and wanting, stares at mine, full of nothing but the same things that his eyes have.

I don't even know what I am doing. I don't have a clue of what's happening right now. I don't know just... I purely don't know.

All I see is a black haired hazel brown eyed guy hovering me, and I, locked up to what trance he just spelled on me. I can hardly feel the resistance, the hesitations, the reluctance. The I-dont-want-this feeling. It's like he's controling my mind.

"I've... I've been liking you since... since we've met." His eyes closed, feeling the scene where in.

"I... I don't know what to say... I've... I think I-" My words were suspended. His lips, locked onto mine. Our lips never move. We just let each other feel each other, immobile.

Eventually, his lips move. I let it, but never go with it. I don't know what to do. Should I do the same? I want to... but there's this thing that keeps me.

I just hold my eyes shut.

He stops kissing me. I take that as a gesture of agreeing that I am not ready yet to face the fact.

He pulled back, and just stared into my eyes. Then he smiles.

"I think... I'm going for a walk." He says, stands up, and heads for the door.

Leaving me, laying upon the bed, not knowing the situation I was in early. Trying to absorb the fact... that I almost made out with Zayn.