I'll Be Here✖HS

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I’ll be here – 3

Playlist for the chappy:

The Monster – Eminem ft. Rihanna

Radioactive – Imagine dragons

Let Her Go – Passengers

What about Love – Austin Mahone

Give your Heart a Break- Demi Lovato

 

(Warning: poor writing, so sorry I had to rush this)

Holly’s POV

“You can do it!!” I cheered, as Belle struggled to eat her 7th pancake. Everyone is still asleep—knowing that the time is still quarter to 8, mostly I and Belle wake up earlier than anyone to cook or clean the house because deliberately everyone is precisely slothful and demanding.

 Belle offered me a bet that if she’s able to eat all 10 pancakes in 20 seconds without a scuffle she can get a nibble of Harry’s blood but it’s kind of palpable that if either she wins or lose, Zayn’s not gonna let her get in close proximity with his neck.

“Waer!!! Waer!!!” Belle throttle, trying not to let herself choke at the process, I cover my snicker with a cough because of her situation and fill her glass up some water and hand it to her.

“That’s what you get when you try to win a bet with me” I say, compeling myself to stop laughing.

“Shut up! I only did that so I can get a bite of your mate” She panted. Mate, did she think Harry is my mate? Some part of me concurs and the other is just confuse since I only met Harry last night and yes, I agree his fine-looking & all and there was like a strong current flanked by us but it’s kind of a disbelief that I actually have a mate. For all this years I thought I would be living alone my entire life sucking the life of a weak and pathetic individual, I guess life has many unexpected surprises ahead of you. You just have to be forbearing.

“But you can’t” I reminded her. “Zayn said not to bite him until he said so”

“Well that’s bullshit” She mumbles, crossing her arms over each other athwart her chest. “I really want to taste blood from a hot chap”

I chuckled, however there was something unpleasant developing inside of me.  I don’t know if its envy or my desire of protecting Harry from one of these blood suckers, excluding me. “Well, you can’t, now I’m going to take a bath” I lastly say before fleeting up to my room.

I disrobe my recent clothes and enter the shower and letting the bids of the tender water to fall down my skin, subsequently I brushed my teeth and change into a fresh attire.

Up till now I can still sense Harry’s lips fasten itself to mine, his soft, supple lips moving in sync against my arid and cerise lips.  Butterflies producing at the pit of my stomach at the thought

I shake the vision away and carry on changing—a pair of mint green skinny jeans, Nirvana muscle tee under a large and comfy black cardigan and a duo of white converse. Grabbing the locks of my hair and pulling it into a lazy ponytail.