The Guy in my Dreams (Harry Styles Vampire Fanfic)

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 A/N please read the a/n at the end!! Thanks! :) 

It's funny how the mind can play tricks on you. Hallucinations, things you imagine, realistic dreams. But they could never compare to reality. The real things. Things we encounter throughout life.

Whether it's being a housewife, lawyer, doctor, or even a vampire slayer; which I am apparently destined to be. "Things happen for a reason", is what my grandmother use to say. But why would things that are supposed to be myths, fake, make believe; be real? What I've experienced so far, was only supposed to be real in books and movies; not in the real world, where it's almost four dollars for a gallon of gas. How is this possible? So many things have changed over time; I just don't understand it.

 I also don't understand how my family got into this mess. I didn't ask my mother. I don't know why, it never really came up; it was more of a quick conversation. Now, I want to know more. I need to know more. Everything, how it all started.

It kept me up most of the night. Tossing and turning. Saying that I got a good night's sleep would be an understatement. It's hard to realize how my life changed so quickly from a mere week. Well I had nightmares before, but the Harry thing, and the conversations with my mother seemed to all fit in, in about seven to eight days. I wasn't ready for this. How could I be?

I thought I could have a regular college life. Parties, school, dorms, just the whole college feel. Not be followed everywhere by my 'protector', and to have to talk to my mother about something that's not supposed to be real, something I could easily be asked if I as crazy, if I was imaging these things. It is just a lot to take in.

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I wake up groggy and slide out of bed. I throw my sweatshirt on and trudge my way down the stairs, making sure to turn the heat up on the thermostat. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee leads me to the kitchen, where I see a yellow post-it note by the coffee maker.

Good morning, I was called into work today and if you leave today please make sure to lock the door. Love you, 

~Mom P.S. You might want to let Harry know that you talked to me and you are ok. Love you again XoXo

I set the note back down on the counter and pour myself a cup of black coffee. The bitterness will help me wake up even though it's almost twelve. I slept in that long? The conversation must have really drained me, and staying up most of the night probably conflicted in sleeping in. I usually wake up around 10, and I consider 11 sleeping, in not twelve. 

I walk over to the round mahogany table centered in the kitchen, and sit in a comfortable silence while sipping my coffee. Now to think about it the silence isn't comfortable it's irritating. There is something, or someone, missing that would always pop up at any given moment nagging in my ear. Oh yeah, Harry. As if on cue an 'angelic', annoying, cheeky, curly haired boy appears in the seat across from me.

"Why are you here?", I ask taking a sip.

"I just came to check on you. You've been gone for so long you know? Almost 24 hours." The sarcasm evident in his tone.

"Aha funny, now why are you really here?" I raise a questioning eyebrow

"I already told you. So how'd the thing with your mom go?"

"You should know, you were there." Harry doesn't think I didn't see him out of the corner of my eye last night. But I did. I just didn't have energy to yell at him for being there. He could've at least given me 24 hours to myself. 24 hours to not be followed, or under the protection of my 'protector'. I'm fine to be on my own for 24 fucking hours. It's annoying how he can treat me like a child. I am clearly an adult.