Midnight Memories (Larry Stylinson AU Vampire)

Chapter Three

"You never listen to me! Does everything I say go in one ear and out the other? You disappoint me beyond belief, yet I still set my standars so high for you! I give you a great life, and this is how you repay me?" My father scolds motioning to me.

I stand up from the table, I've officially lost my appetite. He continues to yell and pound his fist on the table, telling me to sit down and eat, but quite frankly how can I eat when all he's doing is yelling at me?

"I don't owe you anything. I don't have to listen and obey your every. fucking. word!" I yell back silencing him. I turn on my heel and exit the dining room, he follows close behind me.

"Don't walk away from me boy!" Ha 'boy' there's that name again. I turn around to face him, my sudden movement causes him to stumble and take a step back.  His eyes are blazing red and his fangs are bared.

I bare my fangs at him and hiss; Vampires do this to signal they aren't backing down and are up for a fight. He takes a step back in awe by my control and will to fight. This obviously catches him off guard and I grab him by his waist and bury my head in his chest and run him through the nearest wall.

When we hit the wall we fall to the ground and I continuously punch him in the face,  chest, and gut. He cries out for me to stop, but I'm so angry! He doesn't realize how much he's put me through and when he bared his fangs at me, he should've known I wouldn't back down for a fight. My own father, I'm pummeling him.

I finally get tired and stop, before he can say anything I get up and leave. I walk out the door and unlock the gate with my key; I carry it with me at all times, then I lock it back. I try to clear my head of the way my father cried when I had thrown punch after punch at him, but he'll heal, physically at least. 

I walk aimlessly through town, listening to children's laughter and scolding parents. Cars driving past and the smell of car exhaust.

As I look around the town my eyes lock with a pair of icy blue eyes as he stares back into my emerald green ones. What's the saying, oh yeah! Green meets blue?

We stare at eachother for at least five minutes before a blonde haired, blue eyed, fellow takes him away, forcing our gazes apart. I want to run towards him, but I will myself not to. I continue to walk aimlessly until I spot my besf friends; Zayn and Liam. I run towards them and squeeze in between them as I drape my arms around their shoulders.

"Hey, Curly." Zayn greets me, smiling at me warmly.

"Yeah, hey mate?" Liam says, unhooking my arm from around him and I let it drop to my side. "What brings you hear?" He asks.

"Got into it with my dad." I tell him nonchalantly with a small shrug.

"Like, a fight?" Zayn asks me playing with my fingers on the hand that's draped over him.

"Yeah." I tell him hanging my head low.

"Did you win?" He asks raising my chin so I can look him in the eyes. A small grin plays at the corner of my lips and I nod sheepishly humming a 'mhm.' He nods and pats my back giving me a smile.

"Way to go, Tiger!" Liam chants grabbing my hand and dragging me into a warm embrace. I smile into his shoulder and pull away.

"Finally had the balls to teach him a lesson, aye?" He asks punching my shoulder lightly then jabbing the air a couple times while jumping in place; mimicking a boxer.

"Yeah!" Zayn cheers patting my shoulder.

"Come on, I don't wanna talk about it being that it just happened." I tell them and start to walk forward and when I glance over my shoulder, their far behind me.