Beautiful Creature (A One Direction Vampire Larry Stylinson fan fic)

Chapter One

Damn!!! In one day?? Really?? Just so you know, i will need 4 more votes to write the next chappie!!

First real chappie!!! Yay!!! And i wont make it sound like Twilight, hopefully...

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I walked the familiar streets of my hometown. Passing bells and sculpted angels on every lawn. I have the life, money, cars, clothes, and the girls; anyone would kill to be me, but unfortunately, it only seems that way on the outside, on the inside, i'm alone. My parents are out all the time, i never have an actual moment that a normal family would have. More money, more problems.

Some may say, i want to be rich, i want the life; but this isn't it. Problems occur on a daily basis. Trust: can you trust the ones you love, or can you trust a stranger?

You never know who likes you for you, or for what you have. I don't want to be rich in money, i want to be rich in love.

You're automatically intimidating. No one will push your buttons, even if you start it.

On the other hand, life cannot be better. You can get everything you want, practically everything. You don't have to worry about feeding yourself, or keeping the power on. You never worry about living in poverty. Now i won't ever have to worry about anything.

I awake in my queen bed. Soft sheets are cascaded over my body. I roll over, stretching out my aching muscles. I slide out of the bed, walking into the bathroom. I strip down and step into the shower. I turn on the water and let the warm water run over my body, washing away the sleep. I cleaned my body, washed my hair and stepped out. I wrapped the towel around my waist.

"Good morning Cecilia," i said.

"Morning Mr. Styles," she smiled warmly.

"I told you, call me Harry," i'm not one of those stuck up rich boys. I care for everyone, poor or not.

"Harry," she breathed. "Breakfast is prepared downstairs. Your parents are down there as well."

"Tell them i'll be down in a couple minutes," and with that, Cecilia left. I got dressed and heading into the dining area.

"Morning Harry," my father was reading the morning paper. My mom sent me a smile, i returned the gesture. I took a seat. My parents are the stereotype kind. The rich businessman, who makes decisions without his wife's consent. My mom was a sweet as can be, my dad was a different story.

My dad grew up in a small town, and didn't have much. He had known how to fend for himself by his teens, and ran away. He continued to go to school, gaining an scholarship to Yale, where my sister currently attends. He wants the same for me, the way he grew up clouds hid judgement on most things. He really isn't a sympathetic person.

It was quiet for a while as we ate our breakfast. My father decided to break the silence.

"So what colleges are you thinking about?" be asked. I had graduated about a week ago, and he assumed i had a long list of colleges i wanted to attend. I only had one, little did he know of my acceptance letter.

"I don't know, i would like to go to a college in New York," i shrugged. My plan was to go to college before starting a career, and hopefully get a role, or a recording contract.

"No more about this Julliard, singing is not a career. You should go to Yale, you're already accepted," my father replied. He doesn't believe that i can make a living off of my voice. He owns a law firm, and wants to give me it when i get older, but i don't see myself going to work in a suit. I see myself in front of many people, singing and dancing for their enjoyment.