A different kind of story

Important note at the end *winks*

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Catherine stood still, blankly staring into space at the crowded Starbucks. It's not that she didn't enjoy working at one of the most popular Starbucks in the world. Sometimes, if she were lucky, would see stars come in and order a cup of coffee. She was, right now the one who took orders. She would much rather be the one to make the coffee, and play with all all the foams, and sauces, and flavors. 

Something caught her blank stare. Hundreds of camera flashes went off, partially blinding her vision. This is it, she thought, someone exciting is going to walk through those doors any minute now!Catherine tore out her autograph book, still empty with blank pages filled with white emptiness. Someone walked through the door quickly, taking off his hoodie revealing his identity. 

"I'll have a Carmel macchiato to go please."  Catherine couldn't believe her eyes. It was Harry Styles member of the biggest boy band and the craziest fangirls. She stuttered out, "o-okay. N-name p-please?"

Oh gosh. Catherine knew she just ruined her chance. She wondered if it would be creepy to ask for his autograph.

"Harry Styles." He said making eye contact with her. Catherine tried to smile one of those flirty smiles, but it just looked like she smelt something bad.

"Are you alright?" Harry said noticing her expression. She replied quickly with, "Yes your drink will be ready soon!"

Catherine ran up to George, a middle aged man and said, "You don't mind if I take this to the customer, do you?"

"What?" He said, then Catherine remembered his hearing was terrible. "Take this to the...the poodle?" His eyesight was going to. "My bones are to weak for this."

Catherine sighed, but jumped to the chance of delivering the drink. It would the last drink she would deliver today, it was almost 9:00, but it would be the most memorable delivery yet.

Catherine breathed deeply ready to speak, without jitters, this time.

"Here's your coffee Harry." She said. Suddenly, he turned around. Catherine realized his features for the first time. His chocolate brown curly hair, his baggy t-shirt, his large backpack, his pale face, it was almost to much for her.

"Thank you." He said "Would you like to walk with me?" He said.

Catherine's heart was pounding, when suddenly her boss Bridget came up to her, probably wanting her to stay longer. "I quit." Catherine said quickly. Harry laughed, and guided her out. Catherine was shocked by the cold New York air that hit her face.

"Here," Harry said. "take my hoodie, I can see you shiver."

Catherine opened her her mouth to speak, but words wouldn't come out. In the end, she had to settle with a nod.

Harry tossed her a black hoodie, identical to his. She put on the baggy hoodie, feeling more relaxed, and easy going. As Harry zipped up the bag, she tried to see what was in there, but all she saw was a bottle of red kool aid. Harry looked over at Catherine admiringly.

"What?" Catherine said looking over to him.

"Nothing." Harry said. "You just look better in my hoodie than I do."

Catherine's cheeks flared up with heat. She knew they were red. Catherine thought, how could anyone look better than Harry Styles?

"I don't think so." Catherine said disapprovingly. Harry started to come close to her, so close that she could see his eyelashes. But just before the kiss, Harry jerked his head to the left.

"I think I just saw the paparazzi." Harry said, "C'mon. Let's get out of here."

"I didn't-" But Catherine was cut off by Harry's kiss. Catherine was instantly dazed. She was awoken by her hand, almost being pulled off, by Harry Styles strong hand. They were speed walking until Harry said, "They're gaining on us!" They started running, until they were alone in a dark ally.

Catherine stood beside the building catching her breath. She couldn't believe what just happened. Harry stood next to her and said, "Impressive. Most people can't keep up with me."

Catherine sighed, trying to catch more breath. "Is...that...a good thing?" She stumbled out.

"Yes." Harry said, "It's hard to keep up with us." Harry said getting close to Catherine again.

Catherine pulled away, she was probably sweaty and disgusting. She didn't bother to ask who "us" was.

"You wanna know one of my secrets?" He asked.

"Sure." She said skeptically.

Harry started explaining. "Okay I'll tell you my biggest secret. But you have to do this. Look at the brightest star you can find."

Catherine obeyed effortlessly. There was something about Harry that just made you want to do whatever he said.

"Good." Harry said. "Now close your eyes, and lift your head up to our star. The highest it can go."

Catherine thought, awwww. Our star.

Catherine could sense Harry near her, his hands now stroking her face and neck.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked.

"mmhmm." Catherine replied.

Harry moved as fast as light itself and whispered, his lips milometers away from her ear and whispered almost as fast as he moved,

"I'm a vampire."

Before Catherine could react, Harry Styles jagged fangs sunk into her neck, sucking out the blood. He whistled, and a dragon, which he addressed as Kevin, came to take him and Catherine's dead body away.

Damnit! I thought. Yet another thing to do...

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So, this was my take on creepy fan fiction. I'm not sure if I should make this an actual series or not. How does bad-ass vampire slayers chase after celebrity vampires sound? I'm not sure yet, so tell me If I should in the comments. Also I just wanted to point out that I AM NOT A CREEPY FANGIRL. Trust me. This was EXTREMELY awkward to write, especially since Harry isn't even my favorite (Louis power!). I just knew Harry Styles would get peoples attention. So...BYEGOOD! (Bye good IS going to be a thing. I WILL make it one.)