*HARRY'S POV*
It started as a regular day, the tempting stench of walking meals filling my mind, distracting me from the world that I easily call my own.
I sit alone in my corner of the cafeteria. All students that attend this shitty excuse of an educational institution know well not to fuck with me or piss me off in any way, shape, or form.
People who fuck with me, disappear.
I scribble down yet another depressing ass poem into my composition notebook.
ὍὍ*The broken boy.*
The sun sets but he never lays his head upon the pillow.
The day changes but he stays the same.
He never wakes, or reflects.
He never smiles or rejects.
He never gets any older.
He can lift a boulder.
He is three hundred years old.
His skin is ice cold.
He kills to live.
He can never forgive.
He is a lost toy.
A broken boy.
**
I feel a presence beside me, and a small voice utter the word "hi"
I look up, gulping when I see the striking blue eyes of a red headed girl.
"What" I growl, not wanting to attack the girl with the amazing scent.
"OhuhhyoujustseemedlonelyoverherebyyourselfI'msorryI'llleaveyoualonenow." She whimpers and moves to stand.
If I hadn't of been a vampire, there is no way in hell I'd understand what's she'd just said. Almost reflexively, my hand shoots up and loosely wraps around her wrist. I shush her and pull her to sit.
"You don't have to leave" I glamour her to stay.
"Uhh..." Her eyes seem far away, glazed over.
"Harry" i sigh, gently caressing her hand with my own in an attempt to calm her.
"Huh... what?" She's still confused.
"My name, its Harry" i roll my eyes and laugh at how adorable she is.
"Oh! Right! Uhh I'm Charlene." She stutters aimlessly.
I chuckle and smirk at the things I can glamour this pretty little girl into doing.
"Your so cute charlie" I lightly trail over her lip with my finger, running my tongue over mine, imagining they were connected.
"Uhh..." Her small voice stutters, I hear her heart speed up at an alarming rate. She should have died by now...
"Hey! Cherry! Is this douche pickle bothering you?" Niall growls, pushing my hand away from Charlie.
I seriously debated ripping his head off and drowning myself on his bitter dog blood. But, of course, I didn't want to scare sweet Charlie.
"What's it to you assmaster?" I smirk instead.
"Cherry, go hang out at that table over there" Niall demands, grinding his teeth and pointing to a table a few hundred feet away, seating two other boys and two girls.
"OK" she says adorably and scurrys over to the table.
Niall waits until Charlie is comfortably seated to start talking.
YOU ARE READING
His perfect addiction
FanfictionI look around the huge cafe and search for a friendly face, i spot one boy, sitting alone at the end of the large hall. I walk quickly towards the boy and sit across from him. "Hi?" I say, taking in his black jeans and leather jacket, the way his ch...
