To think, I used to spend my weekends staying in my room in the dark on my phone to joining group therapy for sex addicts, visiting a strip club, and then being abducted and brought to some large victorian mansion in the middle of god knows where.

Put that on my snapchat story for yah.

"We brought you another offering sire." One of the pale lanky red eyed men said once I was brought into a large luxurious bedroom, his cold hand on my back as he shoved me further inside making me turn to him with a frown.

"Please stop poking, I'm tender and I bruise easily." I mumbled, rubbing my love handles before I turned my head back to find a tall dark figure at the far end of the room staring dramatically out the large window in front of him, his back facing me as I studied his tall silhouette.

Fanfiction is like a box of chocolates, you never know which Harry you're going to get.

But I was for sure this one was the vampire one that I read in my early stages of being a fangirl.

"You may leave." Was his gruff response, my gaze falling on the large black cape that was draped over his broad shoulders covering his tall frame as I furrowed my brows in confusion.

What exactly did I read when I was thirteen...

"Yes sire." The others bowed, backing away into the hallway making me copy their bow before I tried following them and exiting out of the room, only for one of them to catch me and push me back inside with a glare.

"Not you." The woman hissed before closing the two large dark cherry wood doors, leaving me alone in the room with Harry who I was assuming was the head vampire.

Iconic.

"Psst..." I heard someone say, making me turn back to Vampire Harry who was still staring out the window with a rigid posture, his face hidden from me as my eyes widened when I realized the small "psst" was from him.

"Uh.. yes?" I said in a hushed voice, not knowing what to say as I raised my brow at him.

"They gone?" He whispered back, his voice low like he didn't want anyone else to hear him as he continued to look out the window.

"Oh uh, yeah they're gone." I reassured him, nodding my head slowly even though he couldn't see me.

"Sweet." Harry said, his tone casual as I watched the black old victorian looking cape from his shoulders fall to the floor, revealing his oversized red and black plaid flannel and black skinny jeans as I watched him shake his shaggy brown hair, the curls reaching his sharp jawline as he wrapped a bandana around his head to keep the strands away from his forehead, still facing the window.

"You want something to drink?" He suddenly asked, finally turning around, his eyes covered with a pair of black shades that showed my reflection, my gaze automatically focusing on the sharp fangs that were protruding from his lips as he gave me a dimpled smile while flicking a fuzz of lint off his Rolling Stones shirt.

"Um... yeah, sure." I shrugged, blinking in shock as he chewed on the gum in his mouth and strode over to one of the old furnitured dark cherry wood cabinets, opening it to reveal a mini fridge as he grabbed a small black remote and pointed it at the wall besides him, pressing a button causing a part of the wall to slide up and expose a large flat screen tv.

"Nice right?" He smirked when he noticed I was admiring his television, one of his large hands resting on his knees, slightly crouching down as he peered through his fridge making me look at the small packs of red liquid put on the side of the refridgerator door.

"You want postive A or positive B?" He asked, running his tongue along the side of his fang before he turned his head to me as I tensed.

We just stared at eachother for a moment, the whole room silent until he let out a chuckle and took the gum from his mouth, carelessly sticking it on the underside of one of the old furniture tables nearby.

"Aw poor kid, you should see your face right now. I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You look more like a.... coca cola girl am I right?" He laughed out in an amused tone, taking out two glass coca cola bottles before tossing me one and closing the fridge with his foot.

"Thanks." I said, still wondering why Vampire Harry was so... hipster and modern unlike his followers as I struggled to open the bottle with sweaty hands.

Not that I was complaining though.

"Here," Harry offered, taking the bottle from my hand, his skin brushing against mine causing my breath to hitch in surprise at how cold his touch was.

Well duh Liza, he was just holding two chilled bottles of coke from the fridge.

And the whole vampire thing too got something to do with that as well probably but eh.

I watched in awe as he tilted the bottle to the corner of his mouth, bringing one of his fangs down on the cap and opening it like a bottle cap opener before it snapped open and the sound of coke fizzing and bubbling filled the room.

"There you go kid." He grinned, handing me the drink before ruffling my hair and moving passed me to fall back onto the large dark red satin bed in the middle of the space with a loud satisfied sigh, bringing the remote control up to change the channel on the tv as he drank from his own bottle.

"So... you're not gonna suck my blood?" I couldn't help but ask, the anticipation practically killing me as I hesitantly sat myself down next to him, drinking my soda as he smirked at my question, obviously amused.

"Hmm... maybe later.." He said, pursing his lips and tilting his head to the side as if in thought before that same light hearted smile spread across his face.

"Look, I'm not gonna hurt you or suck your blood. You're fine and I'm sorry if those guys over there took you and brought you here against your will, they do this like every month for me but I'll drop you off wherever you want later. Those people kind of worship me and I kind of dig it but I got a reputation to fullfill you know? Besides, I should be worshipped more often honestly." He explained, leaning back on his elbows before he sent me a shrug.

"What? Aren't they vampires too?"

"No. God no that would be a hell of a mess right there." He laughed out, slightly choking on his drink from his laughter as he shook his head.

"They're actually these group of random humans who worked at Hot Topic and found out I was a vampire. Unlike others they admired me and started to treat me like a fucking king. They even wear these fake eye contacts and teeth to be with me. Unfortunately for me they're really into the whole renaissance era." He explained, moving his hands around as he spoke and I swear if I could see his eyes he would be rolling them in exasperation.

"Been there, done that." He sang out, changing the channel when he got bored of whatever program or show was playing on the screen as he brought his head back to take a swig of his coca cola.

"I mean seriously, why be stuck in the whole eighteen hundreds bullshit when you've got Netflix and weed here." He said, rubbing his sharp jawline as my body relaxed.

"Then... what do you even do with the people they kidnap and offer to you?" I questioned, finally taking a sip of my drink as I looked over at the tv.

"Usually just hang around and chill for a couple of hours, make the guys out there think I'm sucking the person's blood when I'm actually playing foos ball with them -oh yeah did I tell you? I got a foosball table? You up for a lil' one on one?" He asked, talking to me as if we'd known eachother all our lives before he sent me a cocky smirk.

"Wait, if you don't drink the blood they offer you whose blood do you drink?" I asked, kind of happy I was actually talking to a vampire since I always had a shitload of questions to ask vampires.

"You know those little baggies of blood you saw in the fridge?"

"Yeah?"

"They're animal blood. I'm trying to stray away from human blood. Human are friends, not food." He said, sitting himself up as I smiled.

"Hey, that's from Nemo-"

"Uh no. It's from me honey." Harry suddenly snapped, actually looking quite offended as my eyes widened at his tone.

"I've said it all my life and then in 2002 some wanker heard me and used it for his fucking movie, except he used fish instead of humans and I didn't even get any credit. Not a single check or honorable mention came my way. Fucking blow off." He scoffed, shaking his head in irritation as he put his empty glass bottle down on the carpeted floor before he lazily kicked off his boots.

"Can I ask you another question?"

"You already did." He smirked, facing the television screen as he layed back, propping his head up by placing his toned arms behind his head.

"Oh shoot you're right. But-"

"Eh." He said, mimicking the sound of a button in a game show, not even looking at me.

"I just-"

"Eh."

"I was going-"

"Eh. Oh and I'm sorry, that was all the time we had left for today's show. Better luck next time Jill." He announced in a loud charismatic game show host voice before turning to flash me a handsome smile before bringing his hand out in front of my lips, pretending to hold an invisible microphone to my mouth.

"It's Liza and uh, I'll take question number five for twenty thousand, why does the vampire put up with the group of humans that are following him?" I said in a deep voice, playing along pretending to talk through the invisible microphone in Harry's hand making him chuckle as he continued to hold it out for me.

"Maybe it's cause it feels good to be appreciated once in a while." Harry answered with a tired sigh, retracting his hand back.

"Let it out." I said in a soft tone, patting his shoulder knowing he was ready to vent.

He looked at me for a few seconds, my gaze only meeting the reflection of his sunglasses as a small smile played on his lips.

"Okay, do you know how annoying it is to have girls practically eating in the palm of your hands because you got the whole vampire thing going on and the next thing you know they all cringe and turn away from you?" He suddenly blurted out, turning around to face me, propping himself up with his elbows as I drank my coke and slowly nodded.

"No... but we can pretend I do-"

"Vampires were the shit back then when that vampire werewolf twi-it's-lit whatever movie was out. All the girls loved me, I was getting pussy every fucking day along with a great supply of blood." He ranted, patting the palm of his hand for emphasis when he said "every, fucking, day."

"But now, I come up to a chick, tell her I'm a vampire you know what she says?" He asked me, raising his body from the mattress as I shook my head no.

"She says oh ew, that's so eight years ago..." He mimicked in a voice that sounded similar to Kim Kardashian's as he pretended to flip his hair.

"Like what the fuck is that supposed to even mean, news flash babe, I've been here for centuries and then this bullshit happens. Even girls in the eighteen hundreds had a thing for vampires but now all they want are guys with one leg, August Tinkles-"

"You mean Augustus Waters?"

"Augustus waters what! I watched the whole damn movie just to see what the big whoop over it was and they never even explained what he waters! Like what is he watering, a ficus? A cactus? We'll never fucking know cause the movie never told us." He ranted and I couldn't help but laugh at his words.

"They also like that Peeta bread stick and that guy that's got a number for a name, Five." Harry said, snapping his fingers trying to remember as he bit his lip.

"Four." I corrected him.

"Three, two, one, I know how to count kid." He said, tilting his head to the side when he looked at me before crossing his arms over his chest.

I smiled, just staring at him and admiring him until he cleared his throat, obviously feeling awkward under my gaze.

"You're a funny vampire." I commented.

"You're a funny human." He countered back with a charming dimpled grin.

Charming.

I hoped Prince, Assassin, and Psycho were okay.

"I actually left a few friends back where I was taken and I really need to find them." I mentioned, putting my drink down and standing to my feet as he looked up at me.

He stared at me for a while, biting his lip in thought, his fangs evident once again as I stared at my reflection through his sunglasses.

"It's sort of makes me nervous that I can't see your eyes like I have no idea where you're looking at right now plus I just keep seeing my face in both reflections and I look really tired, like a tired potato-" I rambled on, feeling uneasy that I didn't know what he was looking at as I started to sweat.

"I don't really like my eyes." He admitted with a careless shrug as he pursed his lips with an expression that read "what can you do."

"I didn't like my love handles." I blurted out, blinking rapidly when I realized what I had just said before I lifted my shirt slightly and poked at them.

"But now I love them cause you know, they're apart of me, and I don't know why I thought poking my fat in front of you would make you feel better but-"

Harry laughed, shaking his head at me before he slowly took his glasses off, my heart racing in shock at the sight of his yellow eyes, dark pupils in those deep depths which only emphasized how pale his complexion was.

Depths.

Funny word.

Least I didn't say orbs.

"Since I can't really see my reflection I don't really know what's wrong with my eyes but... most girls are afraid of them. They even glow in the dark too, I'm like a fucking night light during sex." He tried to joke, wearing a sad smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes before I placed my hands on both sides of his face and squished his cheeks together.

"Your eyes are so cool okay, don't say that, and that's awesome if they glow in the dark. Now you got like, extra light to make sure you stick it in the right place during sex. And who knows, night lights could definitely turn some girls on." I reasoned, truthfully meaning the part about how amazing his eyes were.

They were breathtaking really, I mean he had yellow eyes, like a cat, and although it seemed a bit alarming at first especially with the pale contrast of his skin there was something simply dark and beautiful about it.

I hadn't realized we'd just been staring at eachother with my hands still holding his face, my eyes filled with wonder and awe and his with shock as he looked up at me.

"Can I... can I do something?" I suddenly asked, about to retract my hands away from his skin only for him to place his large hand over mine, keeping it there.

"Anything." I swear I heard him murmur under his breath before I leaned my head down.

I watched as Vampire Harry immediatly let his eyes flutter close before he pursed his lips, making me scrunch my face at him in confusion as I proceeded to bring my mouth down to the side of his neck.

"Hiss...." I actually said out loud, hissing under my breath ready to bite him until he gently grabbed my wrists, pulling away from me with wide confused eyes and furrowed brows.

"Kid, what the hell you doing." He let out a nervous laugh, looking at me in disbelief as I smiled.

"I always wanted to bite a vampire, I don't know. I thought it'd be pretty ironic you know." I explained with a straight face as he blinked up at me with a dazed smile, looking at me like I was crazy.

"Liza right." He brought up, still smiling that smile people made when they were trying to hold back a laugh as I nodded.

"I'm Harry." He introduced, his hands remaining their hold on my wrists.

"Hi Harry, let me bite you." I smiled.

"Hi Liza, only if you let me bite you back." He grinned, making me widen my eyes as he laughed, letting go of my wrist to bring his cold hand up to the side of my neck.

"Here, feel that?" He asked, taking my other hand and bringing it to the part of my neck he was touching.

"That's your pulse, you feel it?"

"I'm feeling it now Mr. Krabs." I said, trying to imitate spongebob squarepants' voice.

"You are the strangest human ever." Harry laughed, his eyes leaving mine before they focused on my neck and he swallowed slightly.

"Now if you go down a bit," He began, his voice much huskier and lower as he lightly trailed the tip of his fingers down the side of my neck, running his feather light touch against my skin.

"That's where you bite." He told me, his tongue darting out as he licked his lips, still staring intensely at my neck before he cleared his throat and pulled his hand back.

I touched the part of his neck where he told me only to frown in disappointment.

"You don't have a pulse, that's bull. It's going to be harder for me." I pointed out, poking at his neck.

"True, that and you don't have fangs so you probably won't even puncture my skin at all with those little human teeth you've got. Sucks for you." He mocked with a triumphant smirk.

I crawled onto the bed, going behind him since I didn't want to straddle him when I bit him because I think we all know where that shit leads to in stories.

Oh yeah just sit on my lap babygirl.

Oh look we're naked and doing the sexy sex.

Not that that's a bad out-cum, ahaha get it- but biting a vampire was always on my mythological bucket list.

Yeah I have that.

Vampire Harry smiled, watching me intently before he lowered his collar a bit, craning his neck to the side to give me better access as I cracked my knuckles.

"Hiss..." I hissed again, bearing my teeth about to go down on his neck before he turned his head to look at me, the tips of our noses brushing from how close we were.

"We don't make that sound before we bite someone." He chuckled, giving me a look.

"Oh, right. Sorry." I nervously laughed as he looked away with a smirk, still tilting his head to the side so I could see his neck.

"Hiss..." I whispered under my breath.

"Ever done this before?" I asked before my teeth could meet his skin.

"No, I'm kind of nervous. Be gentle with me." He joked, pretending to sniff as he pouted his lips making me smile.

I finally brought my teeth down onto his skin, hearing his breath quicken at the sensation as I bit down gently, his whole body rigid with tension when I saw that he was fisting the sheets underneath us before he brought his head back.

"Nom, nom, nom." I murmured against his skin, my teeth still latched to his neck as he laughed, sounding breathless.

"You feel like a baby trying to gum me to death." Harry chuckled, making me narrow my eyes as I tried to bite down harder.

"Nom, nom, nom." I repeated, causing the both of us to giggle.

"Sire! Sire!" One of his followers suddenly burst into the room, the doors opening creating a loud bang against the wall in the process before he froze at the entrance, his jaw dropping at the sight of Vampire Harry's head tilted to the side while my mouth was on his neck from behind.

"Uh... it's not what it looks like." Harry said in an awkward tone, not even bothering to move as I stayed still.

"You're letting a human bite you!?" The man shrieked out in utter horror.

"Oh... well I guess it is exactly what it looks like then." Harry shrugged as I tried sucking on his neck while staring at the guy with wide eyes just to freak him out.

"Th-that's not- oh whatever. Sire we got bigger problems! Three big problems actually, and they all look like you and they're here trying to kill us!" He alerted, making me retract my mouth away from vampire Harry's neck as I heard the multiple screams and clash of furnitures outside the room.

"They're here!" I announced with joy, not even waiting for Vampire Harry as I scrambled off the bed and ran out of the room to meet with my crew.

I entered the main large victorian living room, my jaw dropping in shock as I spotted the Psycho, Assassin, and the Prince carry themselves through the corridor across from me while punching and hitting anyone who stood in their way.

The followers of Vampire Harry tried to stop them and fight back, only to be either sucker punched in the gut or flipped in the air and fall on their face while the three continued to walk forward as they fought at the same time with quick sharp movements, Assassin Harry leading the way in between the Psycho and Prince who continued to effortlessly block and hit anyone who came at them.

Do I cry or do I cry because damn they cool as hell.

I noticed that the Assassin had his gun out but he wasn't using it to shoot at anyone, he would just hit whoever was getting in his way with the handle of the weapon.

Finally his determined green eyes spotted mine only making him quicken his pace towards me and for some reason, the look on his face and the way his muscles slightly flexed as he strode over made me almost want to back away in intimidation.

Ah shit maybe he was so in the zone he'd just be slapping everyone while making his way through the hall, including me.

Getting bitch slapped by Harry Styles.

I can live with that.

One more person screamed and tried to ram into Assassin Harry when he was a few feet away from me only for Harry to swiftly grab the man's hair and bring his head down to his knee with a crack before pushing his limp body to the floor, his eyes trained on me the whole time until we were face to face and I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"I followed your orders and didn't kill anyone." He said, his voice deep as he towered over me and tucked his gun back to the side of his pants.

"Thank you. You know I was just about to look for you guys right after I bit this vampire." I began to explain, jutting my thumb behind me to motion to the room in the back as Assassin Harry took a step closer, the look on his face overwhelming me as I unconsciously took a step back.

"I almost killed everyone in that fucking club though when I found out you were missing." He said in a low voice, taking another step forward.

"Oh come on dude, you were geting a lap dance from a stripper it's fine, I wanted you to just relax and chill-"

"If I didn't have that tracking device on the watch I gave you I wouldn't have found you." Assassin Harry growled out, looking thoroughly angered with me before he grabbed my wrist, yanking me towards him until I crashed against his chest and he brought his hand down to my waist, keeping my body to his.

"Don't scare me like that again mi amore." He said, bringing his free hand up to tilt my chin so our gazes would lock before he lowered his head and pressed his lips firmly against mine in a fierce kiss.

AN: Who do you ship now???

Lettin' you guys know that I'm not gonna have my main character Liza be hopping between all the Harrys and leading all of them on, or have her be like, oh I like him- oh no now wait he's kissing me I like him.

Lmao no.

It's so difficult, honestly like the hardest part about writing for me is to try and maintain my main character and not make them annoying.

You have no idea how many good plots I've read in fanfics but had to stop cuz the main character annoyed the shit out of me.

Granted I judge main characters harshly actually even my own so the struggle is real.