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Verbena Whiskey

“ Y’know I never got to tell you how much I like your bunny slippers this morning.” She jumps and the voice, she looks to see who it is, Harry. He sat down directly in front of her while she was paying attention.| Or Liam’s human sister Y/N is like is the most protected person in San Francisco and Harry can’t get her out of his head

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I used the same vampire dynamics seen in 'The Vampire Diaries' so if you're going to get mad don't even bother reading it. Also, as of 2.6.25 I have edited and changed a lot of stuff because honestly- it was so bad. So if you have read this prior to the changes, give it another read. tw: blood, stabbing, death, sex dream, harry lowkey being a stalker, insufferable fluff with liam, not too graphic but there is a detailed death scene, nightmares, drinking, stalking, vampires and the supernatural.

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Is it 2 in the morning? Yes. Is it November in San Francisco? Also yes, but is it wrong for Y/N to want Thai food from the 24-hour restaurant a block from her house? She would think not. Y/N had been studying for a final in one of her design classes for a total of 6 hours at the 1 am mark and needed a break. She had spent the last 45 minutes debating whether or not she would go and the last 15 getting ready. She left her hair down and put on a dandelion yellow hoodie to pair with some dark grey biker shorts.

When she got inside she could smell the food she had been craving and knew that- unfortunately -Jason was going to be the one to sell it to her. Y/N had spoken to him on the phone when she ordered and that was the only part she was dreading. Jason had worked there on graveyard shifts for the last 8 months and always knew how to make her uncomfortable.

Things didn’t get awkward until he had seen her in a group of her friends after she went out to celebrate one of their engagements. He had tried to take her home and when he didn’t stop after she said no the bartender threw him out. Before that, he was just this fresh out of high school cutie, with his artificial cherry-red hair and soft jawline. A guy who would act playfully with her and always gave her extra chicken with her food.

“ Y/N, good to see you.” Jason had been the first one to talk, usually, it was just her that was up this late but there was a small group of people sitting in the corner enjoying the silence.

“ Hi Jason, I had the order of-“ he cut her off with a frustrated tone.

“ The Basil Box, yeah I know. I was the one who answered the phone.” He’s tapping buttons on the iPad that the place used for the cash register, Y/N feels like he’s pressing them too hard because the whole stand that it’s on is moving.

“ Right! Sorry! I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.” Y/N immediately tries to end the conversation so he doesn’t make it any more awkward for everyone else in the whole in-the-wall restaurant.

“ You walked all the way here dressed like that? Don’t you live a block or 2 away? Aren’t you scared someone is going to think you're a prostitute? Y’know and try to pick you up in their car?” Jason doesn’t know how to shut his mouth apparently because now the group in the corner aren’t talking at all. They are all looking at the altercation happening at the cash register.

“ First of all, where I live is really none of your concern," Y/N tries to catch her breath and calm down, but it doesn't seem to work. "Second: mind your own business and third: can I just pay for my food and go?” Y/N snaps at him- it’s rightfully deserved- and she can tell by the way his nostrils flare that this isn’t going to end with her enjoying her meal with and watching Teen Wolf with her cat.

“ Nope sorry, we stopped selling the Basil Box a week ago and the chef is on his break.” He states while throwing her bag- at least Y/N assumes it’s her bag- of food into the trash can. “ I also have the right to refuse you because you are threatening me. Please leave the establishment before I call the police.” I stare at him, mouth wide open.

Did he really just do that?

Y/N was really hungry.

Is she just supposed to leave?

“ LIAM!” Y/N shout to get the cook's attention.

“ Yeah? Oh hey Y/N should have realized you were coming by tonight, what’s up?” Liam greets Y/N while walking out from the kitchen, his prince-like hair now pulled back behind his head. Liam just so happens to not only live in Y/N ’s building but sat next to her in a bar- the same night she had to put Jason in his place- and the two hit it off instantly, platonically, of course, calls Y/N his little sister, even invited her to celebrate Christmas with his friends when he realized she didn’t speak to her parents anymore.

“ Can you make me a Basil Box, level 3 spice, and extra tofu?” He nods and walks up to the counter to see what the real problem is.

“ I sure can but I know I already made of those tonight so let’s see, Jason? Where is Miss Y/N ’s Basil Box?” Liam, being born and raised in England, still had a British accent, not as thick as when she first met him but it's there. Jason is death glaring at her the whole time Y/N and Liam are speaking and she knows that Jason is about to either lose his job or get switched with Delilah e- a short woman who has beautiful tight curls and clear melanin-rich skin - who used to work these shifts before she got switched with Jason.

“ If you look to your left you’ll find it.” Jason barley moved his mouth when he spoke, grinding his teeth like they were indestructible.

“ Where? I don’t see it.” Liam’s voice is very monotone while he looks on the counter to the left of him, Jason still unmoving while staring at Y/N.

“ He means the trash.” Y/N answers for him.

“ The trash?” Liam asks amused and sarcastic.

“ The trash.” Jason echos forcefully.

“ Good news for you Y/N, you now have a free meal! Bad news for you Jason, because you're paying for the new one I have to make and the one you threw away.”

“ No, I am not!” Jason states through gritted teeth.

“ Yes you are, it's coming out of your paycheck.” Liam tells him while walking back to the kitchen, being the manger does have its perks.

After her food is done Liam walks out. “ Here you are, I added a couple extra lemon slices, and a tea to go,” Liam puts the Y/N meal into a plastic bag and hands it to her. “ Have a safe walk home and text me when you get there, okay? Love you!” He calls out as she reaches the door.dd

“ Love you too Li!” Y/N grabs her phone and walks home to enjoy her food with Blueberry- her black Manx cat- but not before she bumps into someone.

“ Watch it.” The dark figure practically growls at her.

“ I’m so sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” She starts to spew out apologies, “ Are you hurt-“ Y/N gets cut off by the figure pulling her into a thin alleyway between the two buildings they had crashed at, her bag of food in one hand and the other on her mouth.

Y/N could hear someone running towards the two.

“ You will not say a word,” he tells Y/N, staring her in the eyes, “ shhh.”

“ What?” She says in a whisper, his brows furrow but he doesn’t think twice before putting his hand over her mouth again. The footsteps stop a few feet from the alleyway and were coming from the same direction the Thai place was.

“ Leave me with my dinner, he is nothing to you.” The figure says barely above a whisper. She could see now that the figure was a man- a quite pretty one for that matter- had long dark hair, and a magnificent jawline. “ Haven’t seen a girl Jason, if I do I’ll let you know.” Y/N hears a couple of footsteps, then nothing at all.

“ Why- How did you know it was Jason? Why did he follow me? How did you hear him? Who are you?” She word vomits out questions faster than Blurberry eats her treats. He guides her out of the alleyway and hands Y/N her food.

“ Can I see your drink?” She hands it to the stranger, he opens it, smells it before closing the paper cup of hot tea again. “ Do you know Liam by chance?” Y/N nods.

“ Liam lives a floor above me, he gave me a free tea because Jason threw my food away.” He gives a half-laugh at her answer.

“ Sneaky bastard. You must be Y/N, no?” Y/N nods again. “ When’s the last time you had Liam’s tea?”

“ Two days ago, he got me one right before my morning lecture, why?” He shakes his head a little and smirks looking at her.

“ Let me walk you home, yeah? I don’t trust that Jason doesn’t try to come back for you.” She nods, still shaken up.

“ How do you and Liam know each other?” Y/N tried to make small talk.

“ Met years ago, been like family.” He gives a short and sweet answer hoping to avoid any more questions.

“ Oh okay.”

By the time they reach her door her feet hurt and she is overly hungry.

“ I’d invite you in but I’m hungry and you're a stranger,” Y/N states matter-of-factly.

“ Makes sense, I’d keep that mentality if I were you, don’t invite anyone in. Especially strangers.” She thinks he’s crazy for a second but then thinks back to “what if I’m the crazy sleep-deprived one?” and drops the thought altogether.

“ Well, good night stranger who walked me home.”

“ Goodnight Y/N .” And with that, the front door is shut and he is gone.

It had been a week since the odd encounter with Jason and the Stranger, and when Y/N asked Liam about it he didn’t give her any answers but enough of a sense of comfort that she moved on.

Y/N ’s friends had been begging her to come out for a drink with them, and tonight she finally gave in. Meredith - her friend- told Y/N to be ready by 9, so when she honked her horn at 9:10 Y/N could run down and jump in her smart car.

Y/N has made fun of her before for having the smallest car ever, but it was truly the “best little engine that could” she has ever been in. Despite the lime green color she had been stuck with, it was cheap on gas and gave the two the perfect excuse to not give anyone rides.

Meredith was the one person Y/N took from her shitty small town in Missouri, she is and will always be her ride or die. She’s the one who helped Y/N take Blueberry when she left her parents- Y/N got her as a present on her 16th birthday and had to sneak her out because “we paid for her, she's our cat.”- she helped Y/N get an apartment at 18 with no credit or a steady job. She was her person.

“ I’m going to get a round of shots and then you want,” Meredith slowly fades out her voice as she tries to guess what drink Y/N will be having. “ Don’t tell me.”

“ But it’s just so much easier if I tell you.” Y/N gives her a slight pout hoping she’ll just let Y/N tell her.

“ Espresso Martini?” Y/N nods and Meredith jumps up and down excitedly. “ And if they don’t have that, which they will, they always do, I’ll just get you what I’m having.” Y/N nods again as Meredith scurries off to the drinks while Y/N picks somewhere to sit. When Meredith comes back to the table with the drinks the two of them slam the vodka shots like it was nothing.

“ God, I think we are alcoholics.” She pouts playfully at her realization. Tonight her bleached blonde hair is curled in big rounds and her almond eyes are accentuated with bold black lines of eyeliner and sparkling gold eyeshadow. “ Oh my fuck, did I tell you about what Brad said to me?”

“ Cute Brad or racist Brad?” Y/N starts to sip from her drink.

“ Racist Brad. He came over to me and just started going on and on about how he would never date “someone like me” like 'what Brad? Smart? Beautiful?' So I asked him what he meant and you want to know what he said?”

“Oh no.” Y/N ’s eyebrows furrow in disgust.

“ Yeah right! Asian! He said Asian! As if I don’t have to deal with that kind of shit all the time Brad thinks it's good small talk. Asked if I was going back to China to celebrate with my family for the holidays, first of all, I’m not Chinese, I’m Japanese, and second I’m Asian American dumbass. ”

“ We can report him to the dean, can’t we?”

“ Already did, I doubt the rich old white2 guy who makes money off of the basketball team is going to punish a starter.” She sits for a minute. “ How did Greta’s turn out?” She means the flower shop Y/N just drew up renovation plans for a final, she had a meeting with the shop owner Greta- a short old Italian woman who Y/N just adored -for a proposal to see if she was interested.

“ Passed the final and I start tomorrow.”

Y/N continued to sip her martini, Meredith does the same with her margarita. Meredith periodically leaves to go dance with someone who asked her- she's gorgeous so it doesn’t surprise Y/N -until Y/N ’s martini is done so she offers to go get the next round.

Y/N walks up to the bar and someone bumps into her.

Jason.

Just as quickly as she realised who it was, she was attempting to walk way. Jason reaches out and grabs her arm at the elbow and pulls her back.

“ But sweetheart you had such confidence talking back to me while I was at work, why are you running now?” His breath reeks of cheap booze and she knows at that moment if someone doesn’t help, she's fucked.

“ Sir can you please let go of me, you're intoxicated, I can call you a cab.” Y/N uses a loud speaking voice so that way everyone can hear her and know that she needs help. He leans in close to her and looks her dead in the eyes, and takes a deep breath.

“ You're going to lean in and kiss me, I am going to walk away and you are going to meet me around the back.” He says it with such confidence it makes Y/N wonder how fucked up he really is. He lets go of her arm and leans back like he's waiting for something to happen.

Y/N takes her chance and swings her arm back and lets it rip back onto his cheek. He stumbles back a couple of steps at the shock of it all.

“ Are you fucking delusional? I said no Jason, leave me alone or I’ll get a restraining order.” Y/N huffs out in frustration and looks at the bar. “ Strange guy who walked me home? I didn’t realize you worked here.” He has a deadly smirk on his face and tears his eyes from Jason who is looking at her in horror.

“ Why hello there,” he gives Y/N a toothy grin and whistles loudly, and steps on something to make himself taller. “ He’s out of here!” He shouts to the security, a round of cheers erupts around her. “ What can I get you Y/N ?”

Tonight he is put back in a bun on the back of his head. He’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and Y/N can see tattoos going up and down his arms that she didn’t see before, whether it was because it was so dark or because he was wearing something to block his arms, she doesn't remember.

“ Well I was drinking a martini but I want something warmer, what cheap sipping whiskey do you recommend?” His lips purse at her question and he tilts his head slightly, eyebrow raised.

“ How about I give you one of my favorites on the house and if you like it, I’ll let you take a whole bottle home?”

“ You're not trying to drug me, are you?” Y/N tilts her head slightly in the same direction and the same eyebrow raised as if to mock him. He dramatically puts his hands over his heart and hits his chest dramatically, letting out a gasp.

“ You really think that low of me?” He starts pouring her a drink as Y/N giggles. “ I think Liam would kill me if he ever found out something happened to you, and I was involved.” Y/N takes a sip and lets it sit on her tongue for a couple of seconds before moving it around in her mouth then swallowing.

The burning sensation tingles her tongue, feeling the burn of the alcohol burn the parts of her cheeks it touches. It's a nice whiskey, better than the Jack Daniels she was used to. It tasted sweet and earthy, but had a little kick of something familiar that she couldn't quiet place.

“ Wow okay, that’s some good shit, must be expensive. The taste reminds me of something, it's like I know what it is but I can't place it.” He pulls a bottle and writes her name on it.

“ It’s from a small little town in Canada, made by this old French guy and is fermented with verbena, not as expensive as you think though.”

“ Can I also get another margarita? It’s for my friend,” He makes it for her and she runs it back to Meredith before running back to the bar. “ Did you say “verbena”?” He nods. “ Oh, Liam got me hooked on that shit. Gave me my own little plant, which turned into 2, then to 4 and now I have 8 different kinds growing in my apartment.” His eyes got huge, “… is that a weird thing to say? I’m sorry Liam first started giving me tea packets for my cramps and now I put it in everything.”

“ I think I’m going to like you.” His smirk showed just part of the top row of his teeth, and Y/N decided right then she was going to remember that smile for the rest of her life.

“ Well, can you like me while I know your name?”

“ It’s Harry.”

Y/N ends up stumbling into her apartment, Liam had to come to pick her up because Meredith left with a girl she met at the bar and she didn’t feel safe in an Uber after Jason.

“ Why don’t you ever tell me about your hot friends,” Y/N whined while leaning on him. “ Didn’t tell me about Jason, but he’s a douche now. But Harry," she let out a sigh sounded like she let all the air in her lungs out. "Could sit and listen to him talk for years. He’s hot too.”

“ You met Harry? When did you meet him?” Liam's voice is soft, but even a very intoxicated Y/N can sense the worry in his voice as he unlocks her front door. Y/N had an arm around his shoulders and he had an arm around her waist like he was trying to keep her on her feet.

“ The other night when you had to remake my food, accidentally ran into him and he-“ she cut herself off with a hiccup. “ Well I don’t know what he did exactly but he did push us in between the buildings and hid me, said something about Jason then walked me home.” She hiccups again and lets out a soft stream of separated giggles.

“ What’s so funny Bug?” Liam sets Y/N on her bed and starts to remove her shoes.

“ Was thinking about him naked but I can’t stop thinking about his face when I told him about that stuff I drink for my cramps, told him about how it was a godsent-“ Y/N continues to hiccup while trying to keep herself up on the mattress while Liam grabs a big t-shirt- probably his -from her dresser drawer. “ Thought I was crazy for sure.” she dragged out the end of the word for fun.

“ Did he come inside after he walked you home?” Y/N shakes her head. He throws the shirt over her bra, pulls it down past her chest, then he reaches back to unclip it and help get it off.

“ Such a gentleman Li,” he lets out a soft laugh, as she reaches up and brushes his stubbly beard. Liam picks her up and she instictivly wraps her legs around him as he carries her to the bathroom and sets her on the counter to get her to start brushing her teeth, he walks away to go make her a cup of tea before bed.

When he walks back in, to check if Y/N had finished brushing her teeth- she had -and he starts using her cotton rounds and her micellar water to take off her makeup.

“ Said I shouldn't invite anyone into my apartment.”

“ Who said that Bug?” Liam blows on the tea to make sure it’s cooled down enough to not burn her tongue. “ Drink.” He gives it to her before doing her skincare.

“ Your friend Harry the Hottie, wasn’t a big deal but it was weird.” Y/N huff a shrug. “ Did you meet him in England?”

“ No, I met him in Italy actually. Why?” He quirks his brow before kissing her forehead and taking the now empty mug out of her hand. Of course Y/N knows the story of Liam leaving home and backpacking around Europe while all his friends went to university, she figures it must of been from his travels that he and Harry crossed paths.

“ He’s British too, hot British.” He sets the mug on the counter in the bathroom before picking her up to carry her back to her bed.

“ You're such a koala bear, might have to start calling you that,” Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and arms squeezing his neck harder this time, as if she was trying to prove a point.

After she's all prepped and tucked into bed Liam leaves her and locks her front door and leaves a note on her fridge.

Harry hadn’t been able to get Y/N off of his mind- maybe it was the portrait Liam was painting of her for Christmas sitting in the back room of his bar, maybe it was Liam altogether -so imagine his surprise when he walked into Gretas to ask if she could help him- again -with his plants at his bar- they kept dying and Harry hadn't a clue of why- only to see the most vampire protected human in San Francisco, sitting on the floor, bulky headphone over her ears blocking out on of her vital senses. He stopped and stared for a second but when Greta herself came out to talk to Y/N and saw Harry went over to talk to him. “ Are they dead again?” Harry nods his head slowly shifting his attention to the short woman in front of him.

“ I don’t know what I’m doing wrong Greta.” She shakes her head and starts up a conversation with him about what might be happening. Even though he was actively participating in the conversation with her he couldn’t help but let his mind drift to why Y/N was also in the shop. When the conversation about the plants ends he starts one about Y/N.

“ So what is Y/N doing here?” He asks and Greta turns to look at her before answering Harry.

“ She is doing the shop's redesign, offered to do it for free but I know that money is tight with her so I hired her.” Greta smiles. “ Reminds me of a younger version of my eldest daughter, makes this place seem less empty, yeah?” Harry can’t help but agree with her. “ If you really can’t get your plants to stay alive, ask her, sounds like you know her so it shouldn’t be hard. She's good with stuff like that.”

“ I think I will, don’t tell her I was here though, I don’t want her to know yet.” Greta nods and with that, he leaves, once again with Y/N on his mind.

Greta knows the secret of the vampire society that lives in San Francisco, she had helped a few rogue baby vampires find their way. Harry ran Greta back in the 80's when she had first opened the shop. Back then Greta used to make fun of Harry for all of his life problems, " I came to America when I was 16 and married a man I had never seen in person in 1950. I gave birth to 8 children, my husband died, my kids grew up and write me every once and awhile, but other than that and you, I am completely alone. Somehow I think you'll survive the punk kids protesting war outside your apartment." They had met right before she left Italy, she had told him all about Walter and all about the love letters they had exchanged over the course of 2 years after her father had told her family about the kid he had met while in New York on business. Harry was just passing through, checking on Liam after yet another "backpacking trip to find himself".

Greta was there when Liam finally made his way to San Francisco, after years of not having a permanent place. Once, while drinking in Harry's bar on New Year's Eve in 1999, she told Harry that if he had asked her to stay in Italy that day- she would have.

" A handsome stranger like you? If you had asked me right there I might have stayed. I probably wouldn't have married Walter. Thank god you didn't, I wouldn't have my grandbabies if you had."

She had been interested in the whole vampire thing when they had reunited, Harry still looked as gorgeous as ever while she had greys and achy bones. She never wanted to be a vampire, she figured it was best to let nature run its course. Harry had gifted her a vile of his blood in case she changed her mind, but she used it for the healing properties to help with the arthritis in her hands.

Harry knew Y/N would be safe with Greta, and Greta knew all about how Y/N was off limits to the vampires in San Francisco.

It had been 2 weeks since the last altercation with Jason. It was 1 am and Y/N had just woken up from a nightmare and couldn't find Blueberry. She had looked in all of her favorite hiding spots, in the bathtub, the closet, the space between the couch and the wall, but she was no where to be found. Y/N had resorted to calling Liam, twice, to see if he had her and he didn’t answer either time. So in a pair of gray sweats and a spaghetti strap cami, she hurried to the elevator to see if he was awake.

“ Liam, I’m sorry if you're sleeping but I need your help,” Y/N says loud enough for him to be able to hear her through the door but not loud enough to wake everyone else up around them. Knocking on the door until it is opened, she expects to see Liam but it was Harry.

Harry was wearing loose blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt. The shirt was sheer at best, giving a almost perfect view of his tattoos. Y/N had seen peaks of them in the couple times she ran into Harry but this was a new sight. Her eyes wondered across the ink on his arms, up to the topless mermaid, to the ship that was partially uncovered. She looked at the birds on his chest, down to the butterfly on his abdomen down to the greenery at the bottom of his abs.

Something about seeing him in such a casual way in a her friends apartment had her feeling hot. She could feel the blood rushing to her head, even her neck felt like it was on fire. Taking a minute to collect herself, she had to actively work to remember why she was there to begin with.

“ I-I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you guys, but have you seen Blueberry?” Harry steps back from the door and calls Liam over to it. If he had noticed her checking him out, he hadn't said anything about it.

“ Y/N !” Liam says with wide eyes and immediately walks out and shuts the door. “ What are you doing Bug? It’s 1 am, told me you were going to sleep early tonight.” Her eyes begin to well up and she gets hysterical. " Are you sick? You feel hot." His words laced with concern as he looking over the crying girl in front of him.

Y/N shook her head no before reponding, “ I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother you- didn’t know you had guests.” He pulls Y/N into a big bear hug.

“ Take a breath with me quick, okay?” He guides her through the breath. “ Okay, what's the matter?”

“ I had a nightmare again and I can’t find Blueberry, I was hoping she was with you.” She sniffles and he rubs her back, “ I really didn’t know that you had people over, I’m sorry.”

“ Shh, none of that, it's just Harry. Not people, just Harry. You know him, nothing to get embarced about. Blueberry's in my bedroom, wanna come inside for a second?” Y/N nods her head but follows it with,

“ Yeah, but you have friends over, I'm sorry for bothering you.” She lets go and begins to walk away before he grabs her arm and pulls her back to him.

“ Come on, it's just Harry. I'll make you some tea and you can just stay here.”

“ Okay.”

He brings her inside and she doesn't remove her head from his chest.

“ You okay Y/N ?” Y/N hears Harry ask and she just shakes her head no.

“ She had a nightmare, she's going to sleep here tonight.” Liam informs him.

“ Oh, okay,” Harry says, she can't see what he's doing but she hears things shuffling around. Y/N steps on Liam’s feet so he can walk her to the bedroom without moving her head and as she hears the bedroom door open she also hears muffled screams.

“ What’s that?” Y/N goes to pick her head up but Liam pushes it back into his chest.

“ The T.V. don’t worry about it.”

“ Shut up before I pull your tongue out, Y/N is trying to sleep,” Harry tells Jason. Jason is currently restrained to a chair and has a cloth in his mouth. Harry turns on the T.V. and “ It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia'' comes on. He turns it up so Y/N can hear the T.V. instead of screams. Liam also turns on the T.V. in his bedroom for Y/N to watch while she cuddled Blueberry. “ You're lucky I didn’t kill you when you were waiting for her to open her door tonight.”

Liam- who is very carefully making verbena and chamomile tea for the sleepy girl in the bedroom, watching to make sure it doesn't touch his skin -jumped into the conversation. “ You're lucky she was too fucked up to realize you were waiting by her friend's car when she tried to leave the bar.”

“ Seriously mate, what the fuck is wrong with you.” Harry has a dropper bottle of verbena concentrate and is dropping little drops onto Jason's bare skin, leaving a burn whatever it touches. “ You died. I gave you a second chance, and you throw it all away by going after Liam’s human family?”

“ Told you he has a death wish,” Liam walks over and puts the cup of tea into the bedroom, “ Be careful it's still hot,” Liam says to Y/N, but no one else dares make a sound. Liam walks out and shuts the door. “ In a town run by vampires, you really thought you could go after the one person we said not to and live?”

“ God you're a fucking idiot, did you know that?” Harry drops some more concentrate on him to get a reaction.

“ So now that we have my Bug sleeping in my bedroom we are going to let you go with a final warning, leave her alone-” Harry cuts off Liam.

“ -or I’ll remove your head from your body.” Liam pats Harry on the shoulder.

“ Can you clean this up, I gotta go lay with her and make sure that she's okay?” Harry nods

When Y/N wakes up the window is open and so is the bedroom door. She can feel the breeze of the morning air passing her like a silent whisper. “ Li?” No response. She can hear someone in the kitchen so she gets up and walks out of the bedroom, “ Liam, are you still here?” When she walks into the kitchen, instead of seeing Liam, Y/N sees Harry, wearing gym shorts, and nothing else.

“ Good Morning, how did you sleep?” He turns around and smiles at her.

“ Good?" She looks around the small apartment, " where's Liam?”

“ He had somewhere to go.” He smirks at her, sauntering toward her like a cat on on a windowseal. “ Liam told me you thought I was cute… what were your exact words? Harry the Hottie?”

“ W-what?”

“ God, do you know how sexy I think you are? Could eat you up in a quick second, or… could go at it for hours…” It sounds so suggestive, Y/N can’t help but feel a tingle work its way down her spine. Harry reaches up and placing a hand on her cheek, tracing her jaw with his pinky.

“ I- uh… Harry, what are you doing?” He’s running a hand down her side, tracing the curve of her breast, to her waist, when he gets to her hips he reaches his other hand to grab at her hips while he lowers to his knees.

“ Would you like that? For me to eat you for hours?” He kisses her stomach where her cami had risen up, “ bet I could do it right, get you off at least twice in 5 maybe 10 minutes. Would you want me to?”

“ H- Harry I-,” Y/N gets cut off.

“ Y/N .” She hears a voice, it sounds like Liam but she doesn't know where it’s coming from. She flips her head around, looking again for her friend. “ Bug wake up.”

Y/N opens her eyes to see Liam standing over her, “ Are you okay?” Y/N blinks the sleep out of her eyes, bringing her hands up to wipe them.

“ Yeah, what time is it?” Y/N ’s voice is still filled with sleep.

“ It's only 8, came to wake you because I didn’t know what time your lecture started and I heard you huffing, puffing, got concerned.”

“ My lecture is at 10, thanks for waking me, I should probably go get dressed so I can make it there on time.” Liam has this wide grin on his face. “ What's got you all smiley?”

“ What were you dreaming about?” Y/N furrows her eyebrows at him, feeling flustered all over again.

“ Nothing? Why?” She stands up and wraps the comforter around her body.

“ Didn’t sound like nothing. Actually, it sounded like moaning.”

“ Leave me alone Liam.” She walks over to the connected bathroom and grabs her toothbrush- a purple one that Liam had bought especially for her -and starts brushing her teeth.

“ So it doesn’t have anything to do with- I don't know, a long-haired friend of mine. Perhaps the one you called 'Hot British' the other night, the one you talked about wanting to bone before you fell asleep on said night.”

“ Ew Liam doesn’t say stuff like that, it’s gross.” Y/N gave him a disgusted look.

“ I meant Harry, y’know because you were calling his name.” Y/N ’s face drops in shock.

“ Leave me alone.” He laughs at her as she walks back into the bedroom, “ I’m hungry, smells good, what are you making?” She walks towards the kitchen only to see Harry standing over the stovetop on the island. Y/N didn’t end up stopping, when she saw him, she just continued until she was walking out the door. “ This is my blanket now, get a new one.” Y/N yells to Liam and she can just hear the both of them laughing.

Harry watched as Y/N runs out of the door Liam’s comforter is wrapped tightly around her body. He couldn’t help but laugh quietly to himself. “ Your little human is having dirty dreams about me, Liam.”

Liam’s laughs get louder as he enters the kitchen to walk to the front door and close it. “ Her reaction to getting caught is what's funny, not the fact that my sister is having sex dreams about you.” Liam says with a scary amount of authority.

“ Wonder if I made her cum,” Harry only had a short amount of time to laugh before he was on the ground, with Liam on top of him.

“ It’s not funny Harry.” Liam flashes his eyes at him, the veins raising to the surface and bulging out before going back into the skin.

“ Fine fine, not another word about it.” Harry laughs out, with this Liam climbs his way off of Harry. “ I have to go see Elizabeth, I’ll talk to you later though, yeah?” Harry is walking out the door before Liam can ask any questions about it.

Was Harry going to see Elizabeth? Yes. Was he going to make sure that Y/N got to her lecture first? Also yes. Harry waits across the street from the apartment building, standing in front of glass doors that lead to a Planet Fitness and as soon as he sees Y/N walk at the front doors, it's game time.

He sees Y/N start to walk, “holy shit she’s going to walk?” Harry can’t help but think to himself. He's a good 25 feet behind her, she makes a left turn and the chase is on.

Right

Cross the road

Left

Right

Cross the road

At this point they have been walking for at least a mile and a half, one last left turn and he officially followed her all the way to campus, that sounds so much creepier than he entends, Now that she is safe, he decides he can go to Elizabeth, in order to do that he had to cross the bridge to Oakland.

Elizabeth is a woman who he had the “pleasure” of meeting over a century ago, she’s beautiful, sure. But Harry has never seen anything more shallow than this singular woman, and he's been around since 1789. She has long black hair and beautiful porcelain skin- some would even say transparent- that held piercing electric blue eyes and thin lips that she usually painted a dark scarlet color. When Harry had met Elizabeth in the 1812 she had been the woman on a move, an icon for people around her. Women needed to be like her and men needed to be with her, she had gotten used to shadowing her veins to a dark blue, keeping out of the sun- even on cold days -to keep her skin pale. The first time she saw Harry she had no clue who he was, and could care less if she was honest. She had been getting invited to party after party with different rich families throughout England. So when Harry had danced with mostly everybody but her, she questioned him.

Harry had made a name for himself back in then, the rich heir to a compound on the outskirts of London and it had appalled her that she was not good enough for him. So he let her in on his little secret and she had been drinking his blood like a supplement until the lead in her makeup killed her, then she ran off with Harry to Italy, where he met Liam. Harry soon after ditched her in Rome and fled to America, traveled all over until she found him here, 5 years ago in San Francisco.

Once Harry had passed the bridge and made it to the oldest house on the street he pushed open the doors, “ Elizabeth?” He yelled.

“ I’m in the tea room darling.” Elizabeth always had a thick American accent, being born in New York back in 1795 and living there till she was 12 in 1807 when she moved with her father after he mother had passed. “ Well I see this was not a pleasure visit, you're barely dressed.”

“ Just because I have good fashion taste doesn’t mean I don’t like to be comfortable with Elizabeth.” Harry had not thought anything wrong with his choice of clothing today- the gym shorts he was wearing this morning and a hoodie- he had really only really come to visit her because he had to.

“ I am always dressed for the occasion of seeing you.” Elizabeth batted her eyes and took a sip of the cold blood sitting in her teacup as if it were earl grey. Elizabeth is wearing a black- the material looks like velvet -cocktail dress, hair up in a sleek bun. Being born in a different century did not mean she didn't keep up with modern fashion. Although she did have a thing for Marilyn Monroe before the Playboy cover, so she did tend to live in the clothes she thinks Marilyn would approve of.

“ Cut the crap Elizabeth. I told you to stop stealing from my stash months ago and you know what?” She hums out as if to ask “what is there to know?” “ I’m all out of B+, O- and AB+. Crazy seeing as my dear friend Liam, you remember Liam right?” She just rolls her eyes.

“ Of course, how could I forget the man you ran away with?”

“ Well his painting of his human sister is gone, the one that he was going to give to her for Christmas.” Harry sits in the white- now a cream color from age - with embroidered floral patterns chair across from her. Arms crossed over his chest accusingly.

“ Well, I guess he shouldn’t have miss placed it.” Elizabeth pouts like a baby getting up and walking away, leaving her teacup in the saucer next to her chair. “ I don’t know why you're here Harold, I don’t have what you are looking for.” With that she walks into the living room, leaving Harry to follow her and stand next to the grand staircase.

“ Really? you wouldn’t know anything about Y/N’s portrait? You’d know her face if you had seen it I guess. She’s just beautiful, could probably start and end wars over her if I’m honest.” Harry understands that if he can’t get answers by asking, he needs to force it out of her.

“ Oh really now.” Harry could hear the building's anger in Elizabeth’s tone.

“ You truly have nothing on that woman. From the time I have spent with her alone,” Harry forces an emphasis on the word, “ she is just so kind, compassionate, warm, not to mention her natural beauty is what really makes her and 11 in a sea of 6’s.”

“ SHE LOOKED LIKE A NYMPH TO ME!” Elizabeth’s eyes immediately widened with her confession. “ You did that on purpose! That’s not fair, you can’t win by cheating, you know the rules!” Now it’s Harry’s turn to roll his eyes.

“ There is no game Elizabeth, give me the portrait, I made you young and beautiful because you asked. You don’t get to throw a fit when you're no longer interesting to me because you're too obsessed with yourself.” Elizabeth is running over to him with superhuman speed and breaks a piece of the railing off to stake him, Harry though being the older and much faster one grabs the arm with the make-shift stake, disarms her, and pulls her arms behind her back against his chest. Holding the stake to her heart he speaks very calmly. “ Elizabeth, I gave eternal beauty, I gave you a second chance at life. Do not make me take it from you. You are going to tell me where the portrait is and for every second you hesitate, I will push your weapon of choice a little further into your chest. Do you understand me?”

“ Yes sir.” She answers quickly, guess all it took was herself being on the line. “ It’s up the stairs in the locked door to the left.” Harry begins his way up the staircase, Elizabeth still against him. When they get to the door, he kicks it in.

“ There is her beautiful face.” Harry speaks softly in her ear. “ Thank you, darling,” and with that, he snaps her neck. “ Much easier to do this when I don’t have to worry about you staking me in the back." Now that he has everything he needs, he leaves with no hesitation.

Y/N decided to go for a run after her lecture and was starving afterward so she headed to Thai The Way- the restaurant Liam worked at -it was really the only restaurant she liked. On the run from her lecture, she felt as if someone had been watching her, she figured it was just from the lack of sleep induced paranoia but the closer she got to the restaurant the less anxiety she felt. So around 4:00 pm, Y/N headed down to the restaurant, deciding she would eat in the restaurant today, knowing Liam was already at work. When she walked in Delilah and was standing at the register. “ Y/N it’s so good to see you!” She walks out from behind the counter to come to hug her.

“ Gee am I glad it’s you and not Jason.” Y/N gave her a great big squeeze genuinely excited to see her favorite hostess.

“ Yeah, he got fired yesterday, something about his customer service.” She shrugged her shoulders like she didn’t have a clue. Stuffing her face into Y/N’s neck she took a big whiff. “ You smell really good today.” Y/N’s cheeks flush.

“ Just got done working out and decided I wanted food.” She picks her head out of Y/N’s neck, her face had veins bulging out, and her eyes had gone red. “ Are you okay? You look kind of sick.” Delilah e just turned around and started breathing heavily. She walked back behind the counter and when she looked at Y/N again she was fine.

“ Lemme guess, Basil Box?” Y/N nods her head at her question.

“ Level 3 please.” She nodded at Y/N’s response.

“ You're number 5, when your food is ready I’ll bring it to you.” Y/N gives her a “thank you”, takes her number, and sits in a seat close to the window that looks out on the street. She still felt like she was being watched for some reason, but looking out on to the city street she didn't see anyone she knew or anyone looking at her. So again she decided she was just overly tired. Y/N loved people watching anyway so she decided to keep her focus on the busy street, seeing the different people walk by.

“ Y’know I never got to tell you how much I like your bunny slippers this morning.” She jumps and the voice, she looks to see who it is, Harry. He sat down directly in front of her while she wasn't paying attention.

“ Thanks, my friend Meredith got them for me for Christmas.” Y/N looks back out the window.

“ So do you happen to like gardening?” Y/N looks at him with a weird look on her face. “ You told me about the mini garden in your apartment.” She has an ‘oh’ look before answering.

“ Yeah, I've been thinking about applying at the flower shop on 7th street actually.” He smiles.

“ Well, why don’t you come help with the plants at the bar?”

“ Are you a manger or something?” He hesitated for a second before answering.

“ Yeah, my boss needs someone to help with the remodel and I could put a good word in if you’d like a job for gardening.” Y/N can feel her eyes light up.

“ I’m studying design at SFSU! Maybe I can go in and apply for interior design.” She pulls out her phone, “ here let me give you my number so you can give it to them.” The two of them exchange numbers. “ I did this place a couple of months back.” He looks around admiring all of the 50’s diner aesthetics she had created. “ Also did the flower shop on 7th, the woman who owns that, her name is Greta, she's so sweet.” He nods.

“ So I’ll have them get some pictures of the ideas they’ve had and I’ll get back to you?” She nods. “ Okay, it's a date.” He gets up and walks out of the restaurant.

It's a date?

Harry had sent her what his boss wanted within a couple of hours, it was a very dark academy meets nightclub. So over a few days, she made mood board after mood board on Pinterest so she had all of her ideas in one spot.

Harry: Hi Y/N, I’m supposed to see if you could meet with me so you can see the layout and make some sort of draft to be okayed, would tomorrow work?

With every text he sent Y/N got a little more excited for the next.

Y/N: I am free tmr so that would be ok, will I be meeting the owner? I already have plenty of ideas from when I was there last.

Harry: Unfortunately no, they went to Cancun and left me in charge and I am supposed to email the draft when it is done. They told me to tell you not to rush through.

Y/N: Ok, what time should I show up?

Harry: Shall we say 10 am? We can take a look at the plants to see what's wrong with them too.

Y/N: Ok 10 AM tmr got it. Goodnight Harry!

Harry: Goodnight Bunny

So at 10 am when Y/N shows up at the bar and Harry is standing behind the counter in a wife-beater, pour himself a glass of a dark liquid. She says the first thing that comes to her mind, “ Harry this isn’t going to work if we are both drunk y’know.” His million-dollar smile shows up and she sets her plans down along with her bag. “ I got you a coffee, Liam said you were allergic to verbena so I didn’t put any in yours, hope that's okay.”

“ Perfectly okay Bunny, my throat swells shut and I can’t breathe so it’s probably best I don’t use verbena.” She nods and opens her spreadsheet on a table that didn’t have any chairs on it. “ I thought the whole point of you showing up today was so that way you could get the blueprints to work off of, what's this?”

“ Well, fun fact, if you tell the construction company the owners hired that you are working on the project and you're pretty, they’ll just send them right over.” Y/N gives him a nervous laugh hoping he won’t be upset at her for some reason.

“ Brilliant! I guess I can just take a look right now then can’t I?”

[blueprints]

After Harry takes a picture of the plans and sends them to his boss, he gets the okay and she leaves the plans with him so he can give them to the construction crew.

“ Hey, what else do you have planned today?” Harry asks her, trying to sound nonchalant.

“ Probably go to the gym, head home and make dinner and end it by cuddling with Blueberry, why?”

“ What if I make you dinner?” Harry now leaning against the door frame looking outside to Y/N.

“ Well yeah we could do that, I guess… wait like at my apartment?” Y/N looks as if she's going through all the stages of grief at once.

“ No. it would be at my house, I can text you the address. See you at 8?”

“ You don’t have to work?” Y/N checks the clock on her phone, it now says 11:12 am.

“ No, I took the day shift today, I work from noon to 6. So 8?”

“ Okay,” she lets out a sigh of contentment, “ I’ll see you at 8.” And with that, she's off to go tell Blueberry.

Y/N likes to work out a couple of times a week, and with a Planet Fitness accross the street from where she lives its not hard to stop from time to time to run the the treadmill. She mostly does it because it gives her a chance to think, to clear her head of the days stress and day dream while listening to whatever comes on shuffle. to herself as she is walking out of the doors of the gym across the street from her apartment building. Walking out of the glass doors in her gym attire, people stop and stare at the sweat ball of a person outside of the gym doors. Y/N would be lying if she said it didn’t make her uncomfortable, but only because it happened so often. She’d be sweating and it felt like everyone within a 10-mile radius could smell her BO and decided to silently judge her, little did she know that it wasn’t the BO wasn’t the reason strangers were staring, but vampires were smelling but the blood vessels through the open sweat glands. Y/N looks both ways before making a break for it across the street. She goes to open the door with her keys but as she's looking for them she remembers she left them by the sink in her kitchen. “ Fuck,” Y/N drags out the word in frustration. She clicks Liam’s buzzer hoping he's home “ Liam are you home?”

“ Hello?” She can hear the crackly sound of his voice through the buzzer.

“ I left my keys in my apartment, can you let me up?”

“ Well well, Miss Bug forgot her keys.” She can audibly hear the smile on his face, the same one he usually has when he's teasing her.

“ Liam, please? I have dinner plans at 8 and I have to shower.” Y/N can feel goosebumps from the San Francisco breeze blowing past her, but all she cal think about is how people could still be staring at her.

“ I don’t know, what do you think, Harry?” Now it really feels like an ice bath when Liam mentions that Harry is in his apartment, what are the chances that her plans are a floor above her? The uneasy feeling is growing more strong but Y/N just chalks it up to paranoia.

“ Harrys at yours?”

“ Yeah, why?”

“ Just wondering can you please just let-'' You get cut off by a hand covering your mouth. You scream for help in muffled cries.

“ Y/N?”

“ You gave me a second chance and you can take it back right?” She can recognize the voice.

Jason.

“ Jason, what the fuck are you doing?” Now it's Harry's voice coming through the speaker. “ Leave her be.”

“ No right Harry? I’m dead. I died. So what's the point?” Jason tucks his head into Y/N’s neck so he was face to face with her artery. “ I’ve waited so long for you Y/N, you have to know clue.”

Suddenly it feels like she is moving at the speed of sound. Y/N closes her eyes tight so she doesn’t get sick, it feels like they had only been going for 5 minutes before they stopped in front of a big Victorian-style house she had never seen before. Jason moves her through the door and into a big room with muted emerald green walls.

A woman is sitting there waiting for them to arrive, and Y/N couldn't help but wonder how a women could be so beautiful. The woman was wearing a tight black and white floral dress with a halter-top neck line and that ended just above her knees. She had pared black gloves that from Y/N view looked like had black lace on top. With a pair of black stilettos and a tight curly bun on top of her head, Y/N thinks it's almost like the women stepped out of a 50's film. “ You must be Y/N, your portrait looks nothing like you. I bet Harry hasn’t even seen you in person.” The woman scoffed in disbelief, and gets up and it looks like she just appeared in front of her but Y/N knows that this isn't possible, people can do that. “ Answer me!” This grown woman is throwing a fit in front of her and all she can think about it is how does she know Harry. “ Are you Y/N or not?” She just nods her head. “ Wasn’t so hard now was it?” Y/N shakes her head this time. The woman gets in her face and stares her directly in the eyes, “ you will give me your phone.”

Without hesitation Y/N pulls it out and hands it to her, scared of what might happen if she doesn’t. The woman asks for the password so she gives it to her, “ 0-8-2-9.” Just as Y/N is about to ask what is happening, Harry walks into the room. “ Harry!” She just about shouts to get his attention.

“ Shut up, skank!” The woman yells at Y/N. “ Why hello Harold, what a good surprise it is to see you.”

“ Elizabeth, call off your attack dog.” Harry’s voice is monotone.

“ I made him a promise actually, where is Liam?” Elizabeth grabs a cheese-spreading knife from her side table before sitting down in her chair.

“ Outside.” Elizabeth laughs.

“ Oh, right he hasn’t been invited in! Y/N, have you invited Liam into your home?” Elizabeth seems to be having fun with all of this. “ I bet you have, I looked and your name is on Liam's lease so you probably had to invite Harry in'' Jason cuts her off.

“ I remember when you invited me into Liams.” Y/N is just looking around confused.

“ Harry, what are they talking about? I want to go home.” She manages to get out with any stutters even though she is visibly shaking.

“ She doesn’t know?” Elizabeth laughs, “ oh honey, so young, so ignorant, so useless. We’re vampires, darling!” All the air in Y/N’s lungs seems to disappear.

Y/N feels like the world just collapsed around her, is this a joke? Vampires aren't real, they don't exist. Dracula was just a story people told their children so they would sneak off into the dark. She's just supposed to believe this whole time that the people she had grown to love and care about were vampires?

“ Y/N listen to me, I will tell you everything, just breathe for now, okay?” She just nods mindlessly still trying to process the information she was just given. Even so, she trusts Harry the most in the room, considering one of them has sexually harassed her and the other had had her kidnapped, Harry was the best bet.

“ Well this is the end of my part,” Elizabeth stands up and hands Y/N’s phone to Harry. “ Go ahead, Jason.”

With the okay Jason tucks his head into her neck and bites down- hard -Y/N can feel the skin break and she lets out a scream. Shortly after her scream, Jason lets out his own. “ Vervain!” He manages to get out while choking. As soon as Jason fell to the ground, the cheese spreader Elizabeth had picked up was thrown and stabbed into Y/N’s abdomen.

“ Harry?” Y/N asks with tears in her eyes from the pain, and Harry could her the concern and confusion in the way she said is name before falling to the ground in agony.

Harry looks at Elizabeth and with no hesitation, “ Goodbye Elizabeth,” he runs and pulls her heart out of her chest. Fingers digging into the skin and he could feel the solidness of her sternum against his fingers as he pulls her heart from her body. “ See you in hell.” Harry then appears in front of a very loopy Y/N- blood loss - and he pulls the knife out, slowly so it doesn't hurt as much.

“ MOTHERFUCKER!” Y/N yells from the top of her lungs, Harry chuckles- never hearing the girl who looked acted like the embodiment of a 'Care Bear' use such foul langue- before biting his arm and putting it to her mouth. “ I’m not going to drink your fucking blood that's disgusting.”

“ It will heal you, I promise." Still she hesitated. " Do you trust me?" Harry was grasping for straws at this point, trying to get Y/N to drink it to heal herself, " hurry please before Jason gets up.” So she follows his orders after noticing the threat of impending doom was still in the room with them, and Harry pulls her to his chest, petting her hair back, “ That's it Pet, you're okay.” Harry kisses her on the top of her head. Before pulling his arm away from her and picking her up cradling her like a baby. Carrying her outside to Liam.

“ It’s okay Bug, sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up." Liam's voice might as well of been a lullaby, because that's all it took for Y/N to let herself relax and drift off hoping that when she woke, this would all just be another nightmare.

When she opens her eyes again she is sitting in Liam’s bedroom, Blueberry cuddled up next to her. “ You're awake!” Harry is sitting on the end of the bed. “Scared the crap out of me," Harry breaths, wiping his eyes from exhaustion, "I’m so sorry Y/N.” Y/N thinks for only a moment, before sitting up. Taking another moment to lift her shirt to look at the stab wound that should be there, but isn't.

“ You need to tell me what's going on, right now.” Y/N has made up her mind in the 3 seconds she's been awake and she needs to know what's going on.

“ Harry and I are vampires. I met Harry in Italy a couple of years after I was turned in 1822. We don’t feed on humans, and if we do it's consensual, but we mainly drink blood bags.” Y/N spends almost no time at all on the fact that her only family is dead, deciding she can spiral about that later. Right now she moves on looking at Liam who is standing in the doorway.

“ Why did you become so close with me? Were you planning on turning me?” Liam shakes his head.

“ I needed someone-” Liam rephrases. “ I needed a human to sign the lease so no vampire could get in without being invited in because vampires can walk into human-owned buildings.” She nods. “ After I found out about your parents, you reminded me of myself right before I turned and I had this need to be there for you.” She nods.

“ How do you go out during the day?” Harry laughs.

“ I know a witch that makes up daylight rings, give them to people I know I can trust-” Harry gets cut off by Liam.

“ -like Delilah, she has a daylight ring.” Liam walks and sits next to Y/N on his bed. Witches are real? Her eyes blow wide in shock, Delilah is a vampire? “ Every vampire in this town knows who you are, and knows to protect you at all costs.”

“ That's how you get around so flawlessly at night, they’re all watching you. And if anyone steps out of line-” Liam cuts Harry off as Harry leans back so his head is lying on Y/N’s blanket-covered spread thighs.

“-it's an immediate stake to the heart. We gave them a second chance or showed them how to be a vampire, so if they disobey us, game over.”

" You've killed people to protect me?" This is a lot of information for her. but for some reason she's inclined to trust the men sitting next to her on the bed.

" Of course I would Bug, and it's not really killing them. I'm just taking away the second chance I've given them." Liam answered.

" So kill people to give them a second chance, then you take away they're second chance?" This is sounding more and more confusing the more they try to explain it.

" No, we only turn people who are going to die. It's apart of this unspoken rule book I made up back in the 80s, 'no turning for fun, only for need or upon request'." Harry takes the chance to answer rather than Liam.

" Harry's been here for a couple more decades than I have. I only decided that I wanted to stay here after this New Year's Eve party he threw at the bar in 1999." Liam smiles as he remembers how the night ended with him, Harry, and Greta all sipping the last of their cocktails at 2am talking about what type of resolutions they were going to make.

“ Oh and verbena is just another word for vervain, Liam thought if he told you it was vervain and you told somebody, you’d be a target.” Harry grabs her hand and puts it in his hair as he is talking.

“ Okay, but what does verbena even do?” Y/N asks, carding her fingers through Harry’s hair, touching him like shes not sure if hes real at first before settling into the position of petting a vampire.

“ It is like a poison to vampires.” Liam answers.

“ Haven’t found a single person who knows why just that it is though.” Harry continues the thought.

“ Are you hungry? Got some food Delilah dropped off from the Thai shop when she heard what happened.” Y/N nods her head yes and Liam leaves the room to go get it. Harry sits up so he is facing her.

“ Listen I understand if you don't want to go on our little date anymore, y’know me being a vam-” Harry is cut off by Y/N pushing their lips together. Impulsive? Yes, but all of Y/N's impulsive decitions have lead her to some of the best outcomes.

Meeting Meredith? Y/N impulsively decided they were going to be friends when she was 8. Moving to San Francisco? Y/N had been saving up to go to New York, but when Meredith told her about where she was going to school in the fall, Y/N bought a ticket. Liam was because she was looking for an apartment when the dorms were too full and impulsive took a stranger's (Liam's) advice and applied at the complex they now live in. So, yes it was impulsive but she was kind of on a role with it so why stop now?

“ You just saved my life, have a whole town of people watching after me, and think the fact that now I know means I don’t like you anymore?” Y/N is genuinely confused when she asks. Harry just nods his head yes. “ God you're stupid,” she pushes their lips together for a second time. Harry smiles into the kiss.

“ You think me saving your life was cool, wait until you see my house.” He snickers with a big toothy grin.

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