How sweet the Taste

With a world full of mysteries, secrets and lies, how certain are you that you aren't apart of something beautifully dangerous? Something incredibly supernatural? Anna was fairly certain from a young age that something just wasn't right.


19. What?

Needless to say, I dropped out of the high school. I couldn’t handle everything supernatural and school at the same time, so I just basically locked myself into my house, only going out when I really needed something. I just couldn’t handle it.


    I popped in The Notebook and curled up on the couch, nibbling on a strawberry. I was about halfway through the movie when someone knocked on my front door.  I groaned and got up, shuffling through the house. I opened to door the reveal a blue eyes blonde, taking me by surprise.


    “Can I help you with something?” I asked after we stood there for a few minutes staring at each other.


    “Uh, yeah. Are you Anna?” He asked, his accent a thick irish one, different form all I’ve heard around here. 


    “I am. Who are you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at me. He brushed by me, walking into my house. Well then.


    “Sure, come in. Make yourself at home.” I say sarcastically.


    “I will, thanks.” He replied, walking through my house like he’s been here a thousand times.


    “Who are you?” I ask, closing the door and following him up the stairs. He pushes open the door to my room, walking right in.


    “I asked you a question.” I say, sprinting across the room to stand in front of him as he goes to open the closet doors.


    “What?” he says, sounding aggravated.


    “Who in the hell are you?” I asked again, louder than necessary.


    “Oh, Niall Horan. Pleased to meet you, miss. Now, if you will just stay right here.” He said, quickly sliding his hands through my arms to grip underneath my armpits. He picked me up with ease and walked a few steps back before putting me back on my feet.


    He pulled open the double doors and grabbed my largest bag. He unzipped it and  began to pull clothes off of hangers and stuffing them into the empty space. I watched him out of pure amazement for a few minutes. Who in the hell does he think he is to just come into my house and start messing up my crap? 


    I walked forward, almost to his side when he held up his hand, causing me to come to a stop. What the hell? I pushed forward to get nowhere, finding myself unable to get any closer to him. It was like some sort of invisible wall there. I walked around to the other side, finding the same result. 


    “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked angrily, pressing my palm into the invisible shield like thing in front of me. It was hard but completely see through. How was that even possible?


    “I’m trying to help you.” He said, shutting the closet door before walking to my dresser, which was beside me. 


    I whined as the shield forced me back away from my dresser, not allowing me to get any closer to him.


    “And how are you trying to help me?” I snap, throwing my hands up in the air out of frustration. 


    “You can’t be anywhere near Harry so the boys decided we would help you.” He  barely explained as he opened my first drawer and started grabbing handfuls of panties and shoving them into the bag. My face went scarlet as he did so, the heat going all the way to my ears. Gosh, this is embarrassing.


    “I can pack my own stuff.” I say, poking the barrier between us.


    “You wouldn’t have gotten it done fast enough.” he said, shutting the drawer and opening the second one, much to my embarrassment discovering my bras. The process was repeated until all of my socks were in the bag as well. 


    “I would have if you would have explained everything instead of barging in and putting your hands all over my panties.” I blurt, making my own face blaze with heat.


    The blonde turned towards me, a sexy smirk playing on his face. He didn’t bother replying to that, instead just walked into the bathroom. I followed him as far as his little shield would let me, barely able to see anything as he plundered through my bathroom. Seconds later the bag was zipped up and sitting on my bed while he was back in my closet, throwing clothes as me.


    “Get dressed, we are leaving in five minutes.” he said, shutting my bedroom door behind me. 


    I stare blankly at the door for a few seconds before stripping down and sliding the clothes on. He gave me a pair of black skinny jeans with a white tank top and my converses. Not bad but not what I would have picked out. Not even two seconds after I pulled my shirt down, the blonde boy was back in my room, grabbing my bag in one hand and gripped my upper arm tightly as he walked me out of the room.


    “I’m really sorry, but you can’t see where we are going. Please forgive me.” The irish boy said, an apologetic look in his eye. Before I could ask what he meant, he puckered his lips and kissed my forehead, making my vision go black.

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