The Boy Next Door (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 9: Stumble In Your Arms

Sam's POV

I wasn't the big fan of vampires, but when Jamie mentioned Harry being in my book, I immediately

grew curious of who Harry really was. I mean, he looks like the person in my book and

I grew curious if that's Harry or not. I walk inside Chemistry class and Harry isn't there. I sit

down on a seat that is at the back.

~1 hour later~

Harry didn't come to Chemistry. The bell rings. I walk out of class and go to my locker.

"1..8..5...7." I opened my locker, getting my vampirism book. "Hey there." I hear a hot, raspy voice

making me close my locker quickly. "What the hell Harry." I say, furrowing my eyebrows.  

He shot me an apologetic look. "Sorry..I didn't mean that." Harry says. "Can I walk you home?"

He asks, out of no where. "Uh..yeah sure." I say, smiling to my self.  It was time to go home, anyway.

"Hey, can I see that book?" Harry asks, pointing to my vampirism book. "Yeah, sure." I say

handing my book. I suddenly trip until Harry catches me. We are face face now.."Be careful?"

Harry asks, bringing me back to my feet. "Y-yeah." I say. I want to stay in that position forever

because..I am in love with Harry Styles.

"Hello?" Harry says, waving his hand. "Can I come inside your house? So..we could like..

study this book?" Harry asks. I nod.

~~AFTER A FEW MINUTES~~

"We're here." I say, opening the door an not finding Jenny around. "Well, I think she's at work." I say

to Harry as he closes the door behind him. "To my room or here?" I ask him, putting my things

down. "Your room if you like?" Harry says, putting his things near mine, holding the book.

"That's okay." I say, walking up as he follows. I open my door as we get in and Harry leaves the

door open. I sit on my bed and he does too. "So.." Harry says, opening the book. Right where

his face is.

Harry's POV

"So.." I say, awkwardly, opening the book to a random page. Perfect, I opened it to me.

                                                                  Harold Edward Styles

                                                     Harold Edward Styles was born on

                                                     February 01, 1857. His mother, 

                                                  Elizabeth Styles, died giving birth to him since

                                                     she was human while she gave birth

                                                        and his father, John Styles took care

                                                            of him. John Styles never remarried.

                                                                  He studied the years 1800-1899.

                                                              He has claimed to be killed by be heading.

 I close the book immediately and smiled at her, god I wanted to kiss her. Sam has this creeped

out face and that immediately softened. "That..sounds like you." She says, coughing. "I have to go.."

I say running out. I can't reveal my secret to her, it will ruin our friendship. It will ruin us.

I started running home and then going to my room. I notice Sam's window is closed.

                                                           Harry, you just made it a lot worse.  

A/N

SHORT CHAPTER, TO TIRED TO MAKE A LONG ONE.