The Guy in my Dreams (Harry Styles Vampire Fanfic)

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Two weeks later

It's been two weeks. Two fucking long weeks.

Training, school, and homework.

Every single day I wake up sore, tired and exhausted. These past two weeks, Harry has driven me out of my mind.

Harry is the strictest most precise person I have ever met, making me the total opposite. I've improved on my skills, don't get my wrong I can kick some ass. But I never realized how much work, time and energy is put into this whole thing. How could I not? I'm clueless, I know.

The training lasts from 4:00-11:00. Too fucking long. But me being me, I take like twenty or so breaks. I feel that Harry forgets sometimes that I'm human. Humans need breaks.

I don't know how he does it. He's so cheeky, cute, and adorable. But when we're training it's a whole different story.

His whole domineer changes. He acts as if he doesn't want to be bothered by my talking. He seems to only focus on the training part, which I don't always like.

Harry and I get along just fine outside of training but as soon as we begin, he doesn't let me say a word. He gets this whole serious look on his face, it's quite intimidating.

I wonder if he does this on purpose. Just so I will be intimidated by him, to listen and work hard. Sadly Harry doesn't seem to get that I will and can do whatever the hell I want. I can choose to listen, pay attention and actually try; or I can be difficult, whine, and complain.

When other days, like yesterday, I was fed up with Harry's bullshitting so I didn't participate and basically talked and lounged around for hours.

Today I plan on talking to Harry to reason with him, and hopefully break his shell and have a intriguing training day. I should be ready soon, and I have all of the basics down. There is just so much to learn though. It would be different if I actually got to choose my destiny. If I got to choose who I wanted to be, or choose what I wanted to do, this would all be different.

All I can say is that I'd rather do this then be killed. It's as simple as that.

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I'm waiting outside of the building, Harry and I train in. I pull my sweater a little closer to my body, to block out the slight breeze. My knuckles collied with the metal door, sounding a loud knock. After waiting a few seconds the door swings open, revealing a shirtless Harry.

I brush past him and set my bag on the side next to a metal bench. I look around the room noticing weapons and tools I have only seen in movies and on TV.

After we stretch, I glance towards Harry, who is what seems like deciding on which weapon to teach me how to use first. Harry grabs the set of silver knives. I watch as he walks over to set them down again on the metal bench, then strides to the corner to grab a practice dummy. The dummy is set in front of me, and the knives are placed into my hands.

"Take a couple steps back." Harry instructs.

I slowly step back twice and reposition myself. I throw the first knife aiming for the dummy's head, but it misses and bounces off of the wall instead.

I grab the second knife, repositioning myself. I take a deep breath, I set up my arms to throw. I close my eyes and throw the knife, it lands near the very bottom of the dummy.

At least I hit it for starters. I look over to Harry who seems to have a disapproving look on his face. I drop the knifes, that collide to the cement floor with a loud bang.

I stand right in front of him, his tall figure towering over mine. " What the hell is wrong with you?" I question. I fucking hit the dummy!

Harry's eyes travel down to mine, " Never close your eyes, in a situation like this. Closing your eyes could mean life, or death. Closing your eyes could be all it takes for one of them to grab you and rip you apart, limb from limb.Closing your eyes-"

"Okay Harry! I get it, I get it. Don't close my eyes unless I need to blink. I got it. Now loosen up you've been so uptight these past couple weeks." Harry takes a deep breath, and rubs the back of his neck.

"Me being uptight? Really? You can't focus for not even two seconds! I am trying to help you here. I honestly have no choice but to help you, so I'm tring to train you the best I can. But you have to at least put in effort!"

Is he serious?

"I have been, but the thing is... I don't want to do this, I never did. But I have no choice. It'd be different if I was intriged by all of this, but newsflash I'm not! This isn't my thing. I go to the beach, hang out with my friends and what not. I don't do this-this shit! I can't do it. I can't become someone who I'm not. Why can't it of been someone else?"

"You dont think I felt the same way? How do you think I felt when I was turned. How do you think that affected me? You probably didn't think about it at all. You're probably too hung up with your 'tramatic event', than to think about others around you. It's not just you other people are effected by it too, and had to go through the same thing. Wake up! It's not all about you!"

That stung, but he's right. I was only thinking about myself, and how my life has to change. It never came to mind about Harry's past experience. Well I mean it has but it was brief and he didn't go into much dept about it.

"You know what, Harry? You're right. I've been an anoying bitch about it, and I clearly needed that reality check. I'm sorry now can we please move on with the training?"

Harry replied with a nod, we continued.

*Two Hours Later*

I look at the clock, hanging from the wall reading: 11:19.

I stop punching the punching bag, and turn towards Harry; who's hair has been pulled into a bun.

"Harry, it's late. I have school in the morning." He pulls the gloves off of my hands.

"Okay, just help me pack up before you leave."

I sigh in defeat, "Fine." It's the least I can do for what happended earlier.

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I zip up the last bag, and throw my bag across my shoulder. Two hands are placed on my shoulders, and my body is turned around. Harry pulls me into a hug, resting his chin on my shoiulder.

"what happended today is in the past as of two hours ago." I stifle a laugh. " I know how you feel, but this is serious. But you can get through it. Just like me." He pushes my shoulders back, and shines a cheeky grin.

"Okay Styles, Just like you." I yell back as I walk out of the door.

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A/N

It'sssssssssss beeeeeeeeeeeen soooooooooooo looooooonnnnnnnggggggg and I'm soooooooooo sorry for that! I'm really sorry. I once again had writers block. I think I'm going to updte shorter chaps. but more often, and I'm starting another book. Soon. Okay, I hope everyone had a great first day of school, and a good weekend.

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