The Vampire Next Door

Chapter 16

{Sarah's P.O.V}

"Be my girlfriend", He repeated. My stomach churned, and my heart was pounding in my chest, I'm sure he can hear it, or at least feel it. How can he change his mind that fast? Apparently the only reason he's gonna stay here is because of me? It can't be...Can it?.. And was he even asking or demanding? I didn't care at that moment, because all I did was nod, my mouth was out of words. "No nodding, say it. Do you want to be my girlfriend?", he asked. His expression was unreadable. "Yeah..I-I do", I stuttered. Why am I stuttering? He looked at me, a sign of relief washing over his face. "Good", He breathed, and pulled me in another kiss. I am amazed by how fast the atmosphere has changed. Seconds ago I was near crying and he was about to leave, right now I am beyond calm and happy. I'm a one happy girl.

"So you're staying?", I asked after I pulled away. "Weeell", He started looking around, as if he was thinking about it. I shoved him playfully, "Yes you're staying, Styles".

Few minutes passed and we somehow ended up on the couch, cuddling. I looked at the time, 11:23am. I'm 23 minutes late, but who cares? I was in his arms and that's all I need. "Hey, aren't you late for volunteering?", He asked softly, breaking the comfortable silence. It's like he was reading my mind, but I'm not ruining this moment and I don't want to break loose from his firm, safe grip. I shook my head, "I guess I'll pass today", I replied snuggling into his cold hard chest, even though he was wearing a shirt, I can still feel his cold body temperature. I can feel him smiling, "Then go change into something comfortable, we're having a lazy day". This is way better than working at Sephora. I smiled at him then sprinted upstairs. I changed from my casual clothes into my sweatpants and a white long sleeve shirt and fuzzy socks and kept my hair the way it is. I went downstairs and made my way to the living room, and didn't see him anywhere, "Harry?", I called. I felt a presence behind me, turning around, there he was, standing right behind me. I jumped a little, "Oh,.. didn't see you there". I'm sure I didn't see him at all when I enter, I decided to shrug it off. "So, what do you want to do?", He asked. There was only one perfect answer to that...

We ended up watching The Notebook with a big blanket on both of us as we cuddled. Of course that wasn't Harry's idea, he said he didn't want to watch 'some chick flick', but we ended up watching it after promising him that he would love it. The very end part where Ally and Noah died in each other's arms I was trying my best not to cry, but I couldn't help it. Harry sighed when the movie was over, "Oh, Jesus", He mumbled, "It's just a movie, it's just a movie". I couldn't help but laugh at his cute attempt of not to get emotional in front of me. He's so adorable. The cast list appeared on the screen, I quickly wiped my tears and pressed 'stop'. "I can clearly see why you called it a 'boring chick flick' ", I teased. "Oh, shut up...There was something in my eye", He mumbled. I laughed again and got up. He looked up at me, "Where are you going?". "I'm gonna make us some hot chocolate", I answered. "Um, okay". The thing is, I have never seen him eat, or drink. When it comes to food he always backs away, why?

I went to the kitchen as he followed. I put the milk in the kettle so it will warm up as I brought the chocolate powder. "This window faces my living room window", said Harry. I almost forgot we're neighbors. I looked out to where he was pointing and saw his window, closed, with heavy curtains covering it. You can't see what's inside at all, not even figures. "Better not be stalking", He joked. "Look who's talking", I winked. The kettle started whistling signalling that it's hot enough. I poured it into both our cups, the smell of the chocolate invading my nostrils. "Hmm..smells good", He commented. "Thanks", I smile. I looked closely at him, waiting for whether he'll drink it or not.. But of course not close enough to scare him, just a peek now and then. He didn't drink it. Is it that bad? I was about to ask him when I heard footsteps at the front door. Harry's smile turned into a frown, he probably heard it too. Who could it be? "Stay here", His voice stern. He went outside the kitchen and I couldn't help but follow. I turned towards the hallway and what do you know? Mom's here. "Oh hi!", She greeted both of us. "Mom, meet my..er..boyfriend Harry", I smiled. Damn I'm not used to it. Her eyes widened, and her grin widened even more, if that's possible. My mom is a cheeky woman. "Hello, Harry", She extended her arm. "Hello, Mrs. Johnson", He greeted back politely. Deep down I was scared mom would be hurt if someone calls her 'Mrs. Johnson'... She's doesn't consider herself dad's wife, although they didn't get a divorce. He ran away. I watched mom's facial expressions carefully, she seemed used to it, so she kept her warm, real smile. I couldn't blame Harry for calling her that, everyone does. "Nice to meet you! Oh and call me Jenna", She grinned. "Likewise", He replied with the same warm smile. "You both have dimples", I muttered crossing my arms, they both laughed at my jealousy and we went inside.