Vampire Bastard.

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Waking up was not a fun little thing in fact I would definitely compare it to hell. Since it felt like a billion bricks were sprawled out on top of me. Oh and I was sure they were on fire, absolutely sure they were on fire, Well until they completely shifted from me. That's when I panicked and almost ate shit and fell of the bed. But then something or someone grasped my waist and pulled me into them, I wanted to scream as all the memories from the night before flashed into my mind. I wanted to lash out, kick and scream but I also wanted to plan it out and not be one of those stupid girls in horror movies were they scream and the guy shoots them as so as they open their mouth. So I just kicked them in what I assumed was the balls and rolled of the bed and underneath it waiting to be shot, but then instead I got a facefulof curls. Wow what a plan this turned out to be.

I quickly tried to crawl out from under the bed to only have Harry grab me ankle and drag me back under. I groaned as my face smacked into the hardwood floor.

'Harry you fucking ass!' I screamed
"Oh yes says the girl who kicked my balls in!" He shouted back
'I thought you were someone else, I swear!' I try to state in my honest defence 
"Sure of course you did, never heard that excuse before." he shoots back most likely in his honest defence
'Oh come on Harry some guy did try to rape me last night lets not forget.' I cringe
"How could I forget his blood is all over my favorite shirt" 
I stop resisting 'Harry...did you kill him?' I whisper
"Duh." he speaks nonchalantly as he let's go of me ankle and pulls me onto the bed
"Em listen it isn't like anyone cared about him he obviously was the scum of the earth" he whispered as he kissed all around my face and then gently on my lips
'Har-' I was quickly cut off as he pressed his finger to my lips and started creating a love bite on my neck. His fingers exploring my bare legs caressing them as his fingers skimmed up and down the soft skin I tried to speak mutter a word any word but all that came out were soft breathes as he nibbled on the bare skin of my neck.

I wanted to moan, scream a little but in the instant my lips parted the door swung open to a panicked looking niall. Harry had already rushed into the bathroom niall hadn't quiet seen it but as soon as he got close enough his arms swung around my neck in the most suffocating manner as he mumbled thank god your okay and small I'm sorrys into my neck. I wanted to tell him to stop suffocating him but I was beat.

"God niall youre suffocating the girl" Perrie smirked 
"oh sorry Emily..." niall muttered 
"Niall why don't you make em some breakfast, yeah?"
"Me too!" Harry spoke as he came out of the bathroom
"yeah come on Harry you know how to use the stove more than any of us" niall shouted as he made his way out of the room, Harry sauntering after him giving me a quick wink.

That little shit.

"Ooh, What was that?" Perrie asked with a mischievous look across her face as she turned to look at me
"ooh and what is THAT?!" she shouted again with excitement "Oh my god that is totally a love bit holy shit, that bastard really is kinky in the morning"
'PERRIE' I screamed as I quickly covered my neck 
"sorry sorry I forgot you're a virgin" 
'What the fuck, perrie?!'
"I just know okay? okay. However EM! you totally should have seen him last night he started to ask where you were nonchalantly and then he thought he heard a scream that was yours, he freaked and when he found you he was furious he broke the guys neck!"
'woo that's great per but I'm going to take a shower and try to scrub of the dirty and memories from last night and this morning' I smiled
" Oh please you so loved this morning, with Harry's lips all over you and what not"
'My ass..' I mumbled 
"I heard that!" Perrie screamed, god can people stop screaming I still have a freaking hangover

As I jumped into the shower I scrubbed my skin until it felt raw, as memories of his slimmy hands ran up and down my body and his kiss that made me sick.... god I hated him. Plus this morning was not that great. But as I continued to scrub I began to wonder which person finger prints and kisses I was trying so hard to scrub off. The guy at the club or harry? Both duh.

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