Chapter 5

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We get food for the boys also and head back to the house.

When we get home we hear glass crashing. We walk in and Harry's eyes are solid black and he seems really mad. Just like last night when his eyes were black. Now I know something is really wrong here.

"Alex go upstairs and lock yourself in my room and don't come down" Zayn tells me.

I do what he does and from his room I hear yelling and it sounds like they're are trying to calm Harry.

As I'm in the quiet room I think of what could be going on. Maybe they're all some type of creature or something.

A knock distracts me from my thoughts and I jump slightly.

"Who is it?" I ask just to make sure it's not Harry. I don't feel like being near him right now if he's gonna be like that.

"It's Zayn" says his voice.

I open the door and I notice a bleeding scratch on his arm.

He comes in and sits down on the bed. I sit down next to him and he's holding onto his arm.

"Are you okay?" I ask worried.

"Yeah. My arm just hurts a little and he turns to face me.

As I look at him I swear I see... fangs? But then they disappear.

My eyes widen and it seems like he notices.

"Is everything alright?" You like you've seen a ghost." he says.

"Yeah everything's fine I just thought I saw... never mind I'm probably just hungry.

"Let's go eat then" Zayn offers.

"No let's go get that scratch cleaned up." I say and we go to the restroom.

I grab a rag and wet it while Zayn sits on the toilet just staring at me.

"What?" I ask curious why he's looking at me.

"Nothing your just really nice" he smiles.

All I can do is smile and blush.

As I run the rag over the scratch Harry walks in.

"I'm sorry for acting like that" he apologises to us. Maybe he knew I was scared when we walked in cause I didn't really make eye contact with him.

"It's okay" I say almost a whisper and Zayn just nods.

When Harry exits the restroom I'm done cleaning the scratch on his arm.

"It looks like it may leave a scar" I tell Zayn.

"It's better me than you" he says.

I smile a faint smile and hang the rag on the rack to dry off.

"Alex" he says

"Yeah?"

"I need to tell you something"

"What do you need?" I ask

"Alex.."

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