The Vampire Next Door

Chapter 29

"Hello beautiful."

She stared at me for a while, not fully processing what's happening, or she's just letting it all sink in. I turned towards Jake, who was apparently talking to someone. Shit. It wasn't just anyone, it was Sean. Sean can't know I'm here, especially that I don't trust him at all. "Harry..." Sarah finally spoke, grabbing my attention to her. Sean shouldn't see her either.

I covered her mouth with my hand and backed her up against the wall from behind, shielding us from Sean's vision. She let out a squeal. Was she afraid of me? "Shh, baby girl. It's okay. We have to be quiet, just for now," I tried explaining, but what was the point? She'd still be afraid of me. I removed my hand slowly, her eyes still wide. Okay, so far she isn't screaming which is great. I was about to say something when she slapped me hard across the face, causing my head to tilt. I was caught off guard. To be honest, that took me by surprise, not the slap, the timing of the slap. "What was that for?" I asked softly. I knew exactly what, but I wanted her to say it. She must've been really hurt, and I was the reason for it.

"Just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating," she mumbled. I chuckled. Well, okay.

I looked back to where Jake and Sean were standing, they weren't there anymore. Was Jake smart enough to tell him off without making anything suspicious? I sure hope so. I felt relief wash over me, and I knew we were safe. For now.

{Sarah's P.O.V}

"We need to talk," He spoke, his small smile turning into a straight, serious line. It was finally sinking in, the fact that Harry was standing right in front of me was sinking in. There were a lot of questions that I wanted to ask him, one of them was why was he coming back? However, that all flew out of the window when he covered my mouth and backed me against the wall, silencing me. it really took me by surprised. He kept on looking to his right every now and then. Was he running from someone? Something was so wrong.

"I don't want to talk!" I snapped. I had to keep my guard up, show him that I didn't need him although I was completely the opposite. I missed him so much. I tried my best not to cry and hug him, tell him how miserable I have felt without him, how mom's death made me feel so lonely. I squirmed under his grip, trying to escape it, but he was too strong.

"I know you're mad at me right now, you have every right to. But you have to hear me out."

"I'm not mad," I lied, "I moved on. I don't even know why the fuck you're here." I might've been too harsh or something, but I kept on reminding myself of the nights that I cried myself to sleep, because of him. He looked hurt, making my heart ache even more. His hurt expression quickly changed into an angered one. His eyesbrows were furrowed together, making his frown more prominent. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, since we were kind of making a scene in the street.

He stayed silent for a while, then his head snapped towards me. His frown deepened with every word he said, "Not your choice. You're hearing me out, okay? I have a lot to say. You need to fucking understand what I've been going through!"

"What could you have possibly been going through, Styles? Cheating on me? Moving on with another girl? Leaving me behind when I needed you the most?! Guess what, I really have no interest in what you're about to say. Nothing that comes out of your mouth would make me forgive you."

"You got this all wrong... You have absolutely no idea how wrong you are." Before I could even reply, he picked me up rapidly and before I knew it, we were at my front door. He put me down, "Open the door," He demanded quietly. Without even testing it, he knew it was locked. He wanted to go inside, and maybe continue this argument in private. Since we were arguing earlier literally in the street, beside a brick wall.