I didn't sleep that night at all.
Well...I didn't sleep at all for the next few nights.
Oh, believe me....I wanted to. I desperately needed to close my eyes and go into a peaceful slumber. But, I didn't. My eyes didn't close for even half a second. All I could think about was him.
Him and only him.
I don't know why...but I was drawn to him for some odd reason. He was different that's for sure...almost as different as me. I had never tried to think about being in the world with someone else like me.
My father told me when I was younger that, "we don't go looking for others of our kind. You never know if someone is really who they say they are Liv," he said.
At the time, I thought our kind was just the everyday human being...
But, I wasn't normal.
I was an Extra.
I got up from my bed and stretched my limbs. My muscles slighty ached from being in the same position for several hours.
Sunshine was peering through the light green curtains surrounding the nearby window. I covered my eyes with the palm of my hand for a few seconds, until my eyes became adjusted. A large yawn escaped my lips and I glanced around my room for a few seconds. Sure, it wasn't that big. But I could tolerate the small space. I mean it would have to. I couldn't afford a bigger place.
I placed my hands on top of my head, while walking over to the mirror which was attached to my dresser. The messy ponytail I put in my hair last night is still there...sort of. I pulled the hair tie out of my hair with ease, my blonde hair falling down my shoulders in a series of waves as a result.
Dark bags were underneath my eyes from the lack of sleep I've had. My green eyes were bloodshot, remnants of mascara that I had put on a few days ago lining my eyes.
Jesus, I look like an absolute train wreck.
Sighing, I walked out of my room, my bare feet immediately touching the solid and cold linoleum floor of my apartment. I heard my feet slightly treading across the floor as I walked towards the kitchen.
Do you know that feeling when you are so hungry that you could kill someone, but once you open up the fridge there's absolutely nothing?
I growled, as I was faced with an absolutely empty fridge. I slammed the fridge shut and I let out a huge sigh.
"I just want to eat," I groaned, my hands raking through my hair. "Is that too much to ask for?"
I grabbed my leather jacket which was draping over a nearby chair and I slipped it on. A pair of brown combat boots caught my attention near the front door and I threw those on too.
That won't match Liv.
I ignored my criticism and raised my hand only to have my car keys on the table across the room flew right to me.
Honestly, my special abilities...powers....(whatever the fuck you want to call them) come in handy sometimes.
No one knows what I am, and what I am capable of...except for Argent. And I would like to keep it that way.
I didn't ask to be an Extra. I wouldn't wish this upon anyone. I've never had the chance to live life like a normal person. I'm a freak, and I'll always be one.
I want to just get rid of all this shit and just be normal.
But all the normalcy in my life got thrown away when my parents and brother were killed 5 years ago...
I inherited this crap from my father...it was all a part of his genes. My brother was lucky, as he didn't inherit any of this.
Lucky little shit.
It was almost as if God pointed at me when I was born, and just said "You are destined for great things Liv. Good luck trying to be a normal person."
Well the question I would like to ask is: Why me?
Why was I chosen to be a freak and not my brother? Ryan was much stronger than I am. He was my father's favorite, unlike me. I caused my family way too much trouble, and my dad hated that. But, he never hated me. I think he realized that I was the "destined" child, so he tried to protect me at all costs.
"It's not that hard to deceive someone Liv. Don't you ever forget that."
The one thing I hate the most about living in the world with the rest of society. Humans thrive off of lies and deceit, which is why I stay to myself most of the time. People are narcissistic, and they will do anything to get what they want. Anything.
When I was 12, I was suspended at school because I almost killed the boy who used to bully me with my bare hands. But, they didn't have any actual and physical proof that I strangled the boy.
"She had him slammed up against a wall," my teacher screamed frantically. She looked like she had just seen a ghost. Her pupils were dilated, her voice shaking. "He was floating! The boy was in mid-air," she stuttered. She aimed her attention towards me, her cheeks slightly red. "Because of her."
I stared at my teacher as she went on and on about what I did.
I-I didn't choke that boy.
At least I didn't intend to.
All I could remember was the fact that he threw a pencil at me from across the room, which gladly hit me dead in the face. Laughter filled the room, and I clenched my fists. I was done with his shit. So, one minute I was angry and the next, he was pinned to a nearby wall, his feet at least 3 feet off the ground. I remember hearing his murderous screams (without doing anything to him really), his profuse shaking.
That's all I can remember because I blacked out.
I remember my dad picking me up from school that day. I expected him to give me his all too famous "what did you do now?" look. But, I was shocked when he walked into the office just as happy as he was that same morning.
He was actually...happy? He was happy that I almost killed a boy at school. Weird right?
The ride home in our busted-up and old Volkswagen was completely silent. I didn't know what to say. However, my dad on the other hand had looked nervous. He was tapping the steering wheel with his fingers continuously. I watched as millions of thoughts ran across his mind. He was always very readable. He could never hide anything from me, even if he tried.
When we got home, he sat me down on the couch. He crouched down so that he could kneel on one leg. Seriousness was all across his face now, and I thought my life was going to be over then and there.
"You know what kiddo?"--he smirked--"You're going to be really special someday kiddo." He placed his hand on my head and ruffled my hair, messing up my perfect bun.
"What happened today dad?" I asked him, my eyes glued to the floor beneath me. A laugh escaped his lips which forced me to look up at him. His eyes were gleaming with...I don't know. Happiness?
With the snap of his fingers, a ball of energy formed in his hand. I still can't describe it to this day. You could barely see it, as it was nearly transparent. But it was definitely there.
"H-How are you doing that?"
"It's easy," he laughed carelessly. "You can do it too." My eyes were studying him curiously. This wasn't real. It couldn't be.
Suddenly, he grabbed my left hand, which was curled up into a tight ball. He signaled for me to open my hand, and I did. But, ever so slowly.
"Now," he said, his eyes trained on the force in his palm. "I'm going to pass it over to you."
"W-What?" I squeaked.
He laughed again. "Don't worry sweetie. This will only work if you trust me. Do you trust me Liv?"
I nodded my head. My dad was the only person I have ever trusted in my entire life. That moment changed my life forever. I was finally given answers.
I knew I was different.
I'd always known that I was different, and my dad confirmed that the same day.
"You're an Extra Liv."
From that moment on, my dad began to train me. He taught me how to control my powers. He taught me all the perks to being an Extra. At the time, I thought me and my dad were the coolest people ever, and that we could do whatever the hell we wanted to. We could just go bat shit crazy (even though my dad would never let me do that in a billion years)!
But all great power is eventually discovered. And once it is, everyone wants it and they will do whatever it takes to get it...
I was walking home one day my senior year of high school. I was only down the street, a couple blocks away from my house. That's when I heard it. The sound of firetrucks blaring their horns behind me filled my ears. They all whizzed past me and I counted each one.
I began to wonder what the hell was going on. I drew my lip in between my teeth, as I continued to walk. But, the atmosphere around me was different.
I was anxious.
I was worried.
Something was off. I could feel it deep in my bones. I desperately pleaded in my mind that the firetrucks wouldn't turn down the street where my house was.
"Please," I breathed out, my fingers crossed in the pockets of my jacket.
But despite my plea, they did and I remember running so fast to my house that I could hear my blood rushing in my ears.
My heart stopped in my chest as I began to register the sight in front of me. Our amazing three-story house, bricks and all, was engulfed in bright orange flames. I watched as my entire life burned away, along with the remnants of our destroyed house.
"Where's my parents?!" I screamed, tears running down my cheeks. The world around me slowed down as I searched around frantically for the people I loved unconditionally. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, my heart beating so fast and loud that it was all I could hear.
An ambulance pulled up directly in front of my house, paramedics rushing out of the vehicle. A stretcher was pulled out, and a lump formed in my throat.
"Where's my brother?!" I shouted. "Where's my parents?!"
I felt as if no one was listening to me. No one was paying attention to me. I watched as the firefighters began walking towards the fire, towards my now demolished house.
The thoughts of the paramedics, firefighters, and policemen filled my ears all at once. The noise was so overwhelming that I placed my hands over my ears and fell to the ground. I landed on my knees, and curled up into a small ball.
A arm wrapped around my shoulders, and I looked up through my tear-filled eyes to see a policeman. He was young. 27 maybe? I remember his eyes. They were a crystal blue color.
"Are you Liv Knight?"
He let out a sigh, and I watched as his face filled with remorse. "I have some tragic news," he said before removing his police hat from his head. His eyes avoided mine as I waited for him to continue.
But he didn't need to.
I already knew what he was going to say.
"N-No," I sobbed out while shaking my head in denial. "N-No," I choked out again, my voice shrill. "You can't be fucking serious!"
I broke down right in front of the man, and he pulled me into his embrace. I cried and cried. My body was shaking as the world around me began to crumble. I hung onto this man for dear life, the sound of my shrill screams and sobs probably being heard all around the world.
They were gone.
My mom. My dad. My brother.
It's funny how fast your life can change in an instant. That same morning, I saw my parents with smiles on both of their faces. I used to hate how joyful they were about life each and everyday. But to see that with my own eyes again would mean the world to me.
Oh, and let's not forget Ryan. He was a few years younger than me, so I was his older sister. I picked on him and I protected him at the same time. He was so annoying to me at the time. B-But I loved him. And I would just love the chance to hug him again and tell him how much I love him.
That's all I want in life...a do-over.
But do-overs only happen in fairy-tales sadly.
Weeks later, I read the police report. My family's unexpected deaths were the result of an intentional arson crime.
To this day, I have no idea who killed my family, or who burned down my house. It's all a mystery. A mystery that I've allowed to be unsolved temporarily.
But everyday, their deaths haunt me.
And so do the murderous people that decided to kill them.
The cool fall air hit my face as I walked outside the front doors of my apartment. I pulled my black leather jacket closer to my body, as a chill ran down my spine. I made it to my car again, and slid down in the leather seats slowly. The car roared to life as I turned the keys in the ignition. With the snap of my fingers, the heat in my car turned on and I sighed in relief.
I hated the weather in New York. I fucking hated it. It can be really nice and beautiful one day outside, and the next it's just very dreary and cold. It's very bipolar.
The drive to the local supermarket was very short as it was just right down the street. I parked my car in a single parking spot, and turned it off before getting out.
When I walked into the store, through the automatic doors, I received glares from practically everyone. Do you want to know why? Because the entire town that I live in sees me as the girl who's entire family died in a mysterious fire, and now she has nothing.
Every time someone looks at me, that's all they see. Or they see a freak. No one sees me for who I am, and that's simply because no one has ever cared enough to try to get to know me. No one gives a shit about ole Liv Knight...
I walked towards the dairy section to grab a gallon of milk, then walked to the cereal section to grab a box of cereal. I don't really eat that much anyway...so this should be enough.
I made my way to the checkout line which was filled with a few people. My foot tapped impatiently on the ground as the line moved as slow as it possibly could.
An annoyed sigh escaped my lips, which caused the old lady in front of me to turn around and briefly glance at me.
"There goes that poor girl again. What a shame."
I watched as she turned back around, only to shake her head. I bit my lip to keep myself from replying to her thoughts. I was honestly tired of everyone feeling a load of pity for me. I didn't need anyone's pity. I don't even pity myself.
I looked around the small grocery store. Not that many people came here, which is why I preferred this store.
Less people=less eyes=less attention.
The magazine rack attached to the small vending machine beside me caught my eye, and I picked up the first magazine I noticed.
"Billionaire CEO Harry Styles: The Most Successful Young Entrepreneur of Our Time"
That's a name that I hear all the time. Everyone is always talking about him...well at least thinking about him. I have a long list of words to describe this guy: sex god, arrogant, hellish, narcissistic. The list goes on and on inevitably. Even though I've heard so much about him, I've never had the chance to even look at a picture of the guy.
This Styles guy probably isn't as hot as everyone says he is. I've learned that the media overexaggerates a lot of things, and this might just be another one of those "things."
I flipped open the magazine, as the cover just showed an image of a man in a crisp, white button up shirt. His face wasn't even showing. Once I flipped open the magazine, all I saw were just a bunch of advertisements.
I noticed that the line had begun to move some more, so I took a few steps forward. My fingers continued to flip through the pages until something stuck out to me. Dead in the center of the magazine, I found what I was looking for. But I definitely wasn't expecting to see what I saw.
He was wearing a white, loose dress shirt that looked so familiar. Brown curls of hair framed his strong cheekbones and perfectly shaped jawline. His face was somewhat stern as he stared into the camera with his striking green eyes.
My eyes lingered down to his lips...his pink and full lips. And then it hit me.
The magazine slipped out of my bare fingers right there in line, and I quickly bent over to pick it up. I-Is t-that...
I looked up from the magazine, slightly dazed. The woman at the register was staring at me, no emotion strewn across her slightly aged face.
"S-Sorry," I blabbered out as I quickly placed the gallon of milk and cereal on the register. I continued to flip through the magazine as she checked out my few items.
A smirk spread across her lips covered with cheap, bright red lipstick. "Him," she said while pointing at the magazine. "Are you crazy over him too?"
I scoffed in my mind. "Crazy?" I replied. "Over him? Are you insane?"
She simply shrugged her shoulders and I closed the magazine shut (not before saving my place). "Well, I know that you weren't going to even be interested in that magazine if he wasn't on it," she wittily remarked.
I sighed as I placed the magazine on the register as well. "Fine," I said before nervously laughing. "I guess you caught me."
"Sweetheart, that man gets every woman to beg at his very feet," she laughed. "Of course you were going to buy that magazine."
I gulped as the lady bagged the magazine along with the other items I had bought. "Thank you," I began to say while searching for her name tag. She gladly held it up, and I read the big and black bold letters scribbled across it. "Martha."
"No problem," she replied. "Have fun with that magazine."
She winked at me and I scurried to grab my bags. I walked right out of the store to my car, and I unlocked it. After locking the doors once I was securely inside, I searched through the grocery bag for the magazine.
One little peak wouldn't hurt?
I flipped right back to the middle of the magazine I saw Styles the first time. His smooth and slick appearance caught me of guard once more, and I swallowed slowly as I flipped the page once more. I didn't read the article in great detail, but just simply scanned over it.
"Styles, 25 is known as America's youngest and most powerful business entrepreneur. The British native set his sights on the Big Apple (New York City), starting about 5 years ago at the age of 20. Since then, Mr. Styles has taken the world by storm with his powerful business techniques, along with his suave and cool persona."
Below this section was a picture of Styles in front of a white backdrop with a pleated black suit. His exquisite green eyes boldly stood out in the image, a similar daunting look in his eyes which I witnessed a week ago. His arms were folded across his chest, his lips thinned in concentration...
Images from that night a week ago flashed through my mind. He looked the exact same, radiating off a large amount of authority and power. The look strewn across his face was intimidating enough to make my legs quiver beneath me. Dear Lord.
His fingers were still covered with multiple silver rings with intricate and detailed designs carved into them. His large hands captured my eyes as well as I scanned the remainder of the page. At the ending of the article, I noticed a clump of contact information typed in bold letters.
Maybe I cou-
I quickly shut the magazine and threw it in the seat beside me. No. I can't get in contact with him...I have no idea what kind of threat he is to me...or to anyone else.
But you need answers Liv.
I raked my fingers through my hair, a sigh slipping through my lips. I glanced over at the magazine one more time and smirked.
His name sounded weird rolling off my tongue.
Harry Styles. Harry Styles.
I turned on my car once more, and quickly drove off. I found myself glancing over at the magazine a few times on the way home.
What do you think is going to happen Liv? He's just going to jump right out of the magazine?
That would make things so much easier if he could...
My fingers tapped against the steering wheel of my car as I sat under a red light.
I looked over at the magazine again, and a wave of amusement washed through me.
That's my guy...and I need answers.
[a/n: so thanks for reading! vote, leave a comment, or even add this story into your library if you want to please? :) i hope you liked this chapter, even though its kinda long.
next chapter will be in harry's pov! and i will be posting it next week. im going to try to post a new chapter every week, we'll see.
again, tysm for reading.
-kayla (twitter: almighty_styles)]