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~Louis' Point of View~
There are many, many things that I will begrudgingly admit to not being proud of, and this just so happens to be one of them:
I was currently sat tensely on the edge of my bed listening in to Niall and Harry's conversation. Might as well admit that I was also scanning their thoughts since I'm such a nosy fuck.
I wasn't interested in Niall's story though, because I'd heard it loads of times. No, I was much more interested in how he would go about telling it and how Harry would react to it, seeing as they were 'such good buddies' and all...
Quickly, before you get any ideas...no, I am not jealous. I'm just curious is all.
My shoulders slowly sagged with relief as Niall explained it the same as always, but that momentary comfort left as soon as it had come with his next words:
"It never came though. Now, I don't know how much Louis or Liam told you, but us vampires are labeled in certain categories."
"What do you mean?" I heard Harry question.
Fuck.
I gulped, knowing right then that I was going to be in some very deep shit. In my defense I wasn't exactly in the best of moods when I'd been forced - by Liam of course; I think he should take all the blame - to tell him what he was. I did explain the most important stuff though...well basically. It shouldn't really be such a big deal then right?
"For example, the vampire that changed me was part of In Veteratores, or The Rogues simply put. Those are vampires who travel alone & ignore the laws set by The Council. Rebels, basically." No Niall, don't further explain...
'Ok, I'm completely and utterly confused.
Louis hadn't told me there were categories...
Makes me wonder, exactly how much has he not told me?'
Oh shut up Harry! I told you enough. God I really hope-
"What are the other categories?"
-he doesn't question it more.
Hopefully Niall won't-
"Let me tell you the ending of my story then me and Liam will tell you whatever ya want to know, yeah?"
-take it further since I'm sure he already knows what I've done. Son of a bi- I should probably stop hoping that things won't happen, seeing as the outcome is always the complete opposite.
I sat there for a moment, silently freaking out.
If I stay then I'm practically giving Liam a free pass to kill me, which I know he will, but if I run off and hide for a while I run the risk of angering Liam even more and possibly even Harry... Basically, none of my options are looking too good at the moment.
I guess I could be responsible for once and own up to my actions; let Liam yell at me for a few hours and accept all the questions I know Harry will blast at me then beg for forgiveness...?
Ooooooor...
I could take a suddenly much needed break in Paris or Germany or somewhere far far away and give the two a chance to maybe calm down and forget about the entire thing...
"So, is that all then?" I heard Harry ask, effectively breaking me out of my troubled thoughts. "Can we get Liam so you guys can explain everything to me now?"
I don't like the way he said 'everything'.
"Yeah. Let's go to his study."
Well I'm screwed.
I guess I've lived more than long enough anyways.
It was a rather nice life too.
I hope Zayn, Perrie, and Niall put something nice on my tombstone and visit everyday; that is, if Liam doesn't shred me to pieces then burn said pieces till I'm nothing but dust that blows away with the wind. Sort of like that Kansas song.
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...
What am I even thinking?
I want to live.
I can't even begin to imagine a world without me in it.
It's just not right. It's-
'I'm givin' ya a heads up by tellin' ya to leave, and leave quickly.' Niall's voice suddenly filled my head. 'You'll be fine, but I think it'd be best if you maybe disappeared for a few days to give Liam some time to cool off. I'll cover for ya if needed. You owe me big time Tomlinson.'
Without another thought I quickly slipped out of the house, speeding off in my thankfully silent car like the coward I am.
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It's funny really, how time seems to fly by when you're trying desperately to avoid someone (or in my case some people).
Actually, it's not funny. Not in the slightest.
Taking Niall's advice, I'd stayed in a secluded little town in France, dreading the day that I would have to face Liam and Harry because I wasn't allowed to miss school of all things. Normally I'd go with the whole 'I do what I want' attitude, but I didn't feel the need to further push Liam's buttons. Unfortunately, the day of reckoning happened to be today. I was beyond thankful for the extra time that had been given to me though, seeing as there just so happened to be no school on Monday. I seriously owe whoever came up with the holiday that was responsible for that...
I'd waited till the last possible minute to show up for class, pretending that I didn't feel a pair of green eyes practically burning holes into me as I took my seat. Since everything is against me though, he took it upon himself to twist his upper half till he was facing me in his seat, which sadly happened to be the one directly in front of mine.
"We need to talk," Harry whispered, no trace of emotion on his features or in his tone. With that he turned back around and focused his attention on the teacher who had already began today's lesson.
I hope, for once, that class drags on forever.
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My eyes squeezed shut and I bit my lip quite hard, barely holding back a squeak of fear, as the bell rang far too soon for my liking.
"Finally," Harry mumbled as he jumped out of his seat gracefully, grabbing my arm and practically dragging me out of the room. I'm sure this has got to be some form of cruelty or something...
As he easily weaved his way through the crowds my heart began to pound in over-time as a million horrid thoughts raced through my mind. I was sure I was going to die today, and call me crazy, but I wanted to know how Harry planned on going about it. His mind was completely blank though, and that confused me. Had he been informed of my ability?
When we got to the end of the hall he made an abrupt turn, then suddenly I was shoved into a closet filled with rank smelling cleaning products. My nose crinkled in disgust, but honestly, breathing in a few chemicals I knew would do me no harm was the least of my worries right now.
"I'm not mad at you Lou," Harry spoke, breaking the silence and a bit of the tension that was beginning to feel a little suffocating. I felt a tiny piece of weight lift off of my tense shoulders, causing me to let out a small sigh.
"You're not?"
A smile made it's way onto his face and he shook his head. "I'll admit I'm curious, but I also don't want to know what's behind your reasons for doing what you did, which is basically an oxymoron." I felt more of the weight disappearing at the sight of that smile and with each word spoken, and I couldn't help but smirk as I nudged his side playfully.
"Oxymoron? Someone's swallowed a dictionary haven't they?" I joked. He rolled his eyes but chuckled nonetheless, and with that I was rapidly forgetting what I had been so freaked out over in the first place.
"Possibly. Anyways, we should get to class. I just wanted to let you know now that way I'd have someone to play with for the rest of the day."
I quirked a brow at that and shot him a mischievous smile. "Play with? Why, that could be very misconstrued Curly..." I sent him a wink and his head immediately snapped to the side, his hand darting up to scratch at his neck. Not even a second later though, he was looking back at me with a smirk of his own, his features cool and collected.
"Now who's swallowed the dictionary? And that's not what I meant, but if that's what you'd like then I'm sure I can be of service."
He was joking, I knew he was, and as we made our way to our next class giggling like idiots, I forced myself to ignore the small twist in my gut that wanted him to be serious.
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It was time for lunch now and as Harry chatted animatedly about some band that he'd discovered the other day, I couldn't help but not pay attention, instead focusing on finding the closest escape route and memorizing it. Just in case. Harry had surprisingly forgiven me quite easily, but I knew Liam would be a different story. He has known me longer... Waaaaay longer. As we made our way to our usual spot the feeling of dread that was currently growing with each passing second in my stomach only intensified more-so when I noticed that everyone but the brown-eyed lad was there. Oh great.
"Lou-Lou!" Perrie greeted happily as soon as I sat down.
"Pezza!" I responded, hoping my enthusiasm matched hers. Zayn and Niall gave me looks that I knew all too well and I inwardly laughed as I rolled my eyes. "Nialler! Zaynie!" I cooed, and they beamed at me, jokingly though of course. "How've your days been?"
"Boring. I didn't like school the first time I went, nor the second or third or fourth, and I don't like it now," Niall made a face.
"I second that. These art teachers don't even know what they're talking about. They're completely clueless," Zayn complained.
"They haven't been around as long as you guys though, remember?" Harry countered, humor lacing every word.
"Still," He muttered, causing Harry, Niall, and I to snort.
"Well, I for one am loving it," Perrie spoke with a grin.
"Are you now? Did someone finally get some friends?" I mocked. She stuck out her tongue before responding.
"Yes, actually."
Just as I opened my mouth to retort, the one person I'd been avoiding like the plague sat down across from me, grinning from ear to ear like he wasn't secretly planning my murder or something.
Fuck.
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A/N: So it's my 18th (I don't wanna get ooooold) birthday in a few days (the 12th). Feel free to shower me with gifts & love, but mainly gifts...kidding...partially. I hope this chapter wasn't too horrid. To those of you who've had enough of my "history lessons", as mentioned this is my story. I do as I damn well please.
And for those of you who don't know: I feel honored that you guys actually want my opinion on your stories & all that, & I want to make sure everyone gets noticed. I'm trying, man.
This chapter's dedicated to Delilah_17 (thanks for letting me know you changed your name..) who guessed correctly first! It was Unpredictable by 5 Seconds of Summer! Thanks for playing guys. Guess again & get the next chapter dedicated to you!
Guess the Song/Artist:
"Said her name was Georgia Rose, and her daddy was a dentist. Said I had a dirty mouth (I got a dirty mouth), but she kissed me like she meant it. I said can I take you home with me? She said never in your wildest dreams..."
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