Bitten (Harry Styles Vampire Fanfiction)

Chapter 7: Stay awake

"What?" I answered in disbelief.

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I was being woken up by the loud knocks on the door. I didn't mind it but it became annoying every second. The person on the other side just kept on knocking, persistent on waking me up.

"What do you waaant?!" I shouted. The person on the other side bursted in laughter, amused by my anger. I'd know that laugh anywhere.

"You asked me if I ever heard of knocking, does that answer your question?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled because of the door separating us.

"Go away Afriel. Let me sleep dammit." I shot back settling a pillow over my head.

"Can I come in?" I guess he doesn't get it when someone says "go away".

"No." I said flatly.

"Okay!" I heard the door swing open and saw Afriel running towards the side of my bed and toppled on top of me. His weight flat on my stomach made me grunt. He used to do this to me when we were kids and i'd cry because I was smaller than him. Everything's different now, he became attached to sports and his annoying girlfriend and I learned to love books. We've come apart by our differences in interest, sadly, it affected his attitude.

"Get off me!" My hands were gripping his left solid arm that I tried to pull or push so he would fall off me. Then I remembered he was a football player, so whatever movement I did to him, he wouldn't even flinch. I eventually gave up, struggling to breathe. Then he rolled beside me to a more decent position.

"I hate you." I said, looking up at the ceiling slowly catching up with my breathing.

"Oh, the feelings mutual then." He giggled. I didn't find it funny of waking up someone for no important reason. Thats just wrong.

"Wheres Harry?" He asked, sitting up.

"In the other room." I reply putting a hand over my eyes to shield it from the sunlight coming through the window.

"Why?"

"You don't expect him to sleep here beside me, do you?"

"Actually, I did."

"He's not my boyfriend, Afriel. So stop assuming that we're gonna act as lovey dovey as you are. And stop making up stories about us, it's not funny." I didn't like getting involved in fake rumors, honestly. Even if Harry was famous and good-looking, I never fanatasized myself with him, besides the dreams I get with him in it, I still wonder. Harry seemed to have knowledge about my dreams, and I needed to know what it was.

I felt a slight pinch of pain on my cheek, and it woke me up from my thoughts. I realized that Afriel had slapped me back to consciousness.

"Stop daydreaming about Harry!" He said, faking to be upset about it, when it was exactly what he wanted.

"I am not daydreaming about him! You're such a moron!" I slapped his back hard I think I left the red hand-shaped mark on his skin, still fresh. He was being such a moron, I couldn't resist hitting him. And for the record, he deserves it for everything.

"Who's not gonna become a moron with you as a sister?" He joked, but I was no mood for one. It only made my morning worse.

"UGH! Get out!" I shouted hitting him more with a pillow. He ran to the door and started laughing. Asshole.

"Just get down and have breakfast. Put a smile on your face, even though I can't understand why people say you look prettier that way, when you don't. Haha!" And he rushed down the stairs. I massaged my temple, trying to lessen my anger towards my brother. His jokes nowadays crossed its limits, that whenever he tried to crack one, I wanted to crack his skull.