We were finally on the plane. I was sat with Harry on one side, Louis on the other. Zayn, Liam, and Niall were in front of me. I was drumming my fingers on the arm rest, trying to find something to do.

I still need to offer my blood to Zayn and the other two boys. Zayn mainly because he's the thirstiest and I also owe him. He kept eying everyone who walked by him, in almost a hungry way. Like, if they came to close, he'd bite them. It looked really dangerous for him to be this hungry. I watched the flight attendant walk by and Zayn went rigid in his seat. I saw the boys glancing at him with worry. I decided I had to do something.

"Zayn?" I whispered as I put my hand on his shoulder in front of me.

He whipped his head around to look at me, his eyes flashing from human to vampire and his fangs were already elongated.

"Come on." I stood up and walked to the isle. He slowly got up and followed me as I led him back to the bathroom area. I shut the door behind us and locked it.

"Gwen, what-" He whispered.

"You're thirsty. I don't want you to have to deal with the thirst any longer. Besides, you might snap and..." I took a deep breath,"Here, just drink my blood." I pulled the collar of my dress down, fully exposing my neck.

"Gwen! I'm too thirsty, I might drain you!"

"Zayn, I trust you."

"But-"

"Just drink." I grabbed his face and gently pulled him to my neck.

"Gwen, are you sure?" I felt his breath against my neck.

"Yeah, just drink."

He took a deep breath and I felt his nose brush along my neck then focus on one spot. He kissed the spot, then began to nibble on it. Then, his nibbling became rough and before I knew it, he had sank his his teeth into my neck. I whimpered in pain and I felt him begin to drink my blood. My neck began to burn a lot and I leaned back into him. He ran his hand through my hair, using his best efforts to try to calm me. My knees gave out and I fell down against him. He had his arm around my waist and he held my up against him. I got a really bad headache and I got dizzy. Spots started appearing in my vision.

"Zayn!" I gasped. His hand froze in my hair, but then continued to run through. I felt him slowly pull out of my neck, the cold air on my open wound made me wince and cry out a little, but it didn't hurt that much, as faint pleasure coursed through my veins, most of it controlled by Niall.

I felt him start licking it, trying to heal my neck. I felt the tingling of my wound healing. I slowly got my strength back and Zayn sat me down on the toilet. He grabbed a paper towel and dabbed at my neck, then he wiped his chin. He tossed it in the trash and we both left the bathroom. He eased me into my chair and whispered a thank you into my ear before taking his seat. His eyes were back to normal, he wasn't hungry anymore. I smiled to myself as I fell asleep on Louis's shoulder.

*****

I looked out of the window, most of the view was obscured by leaves as they danced in the wind. The stars were out as the crickets chirped. The wind felt nice on my face on that summer night.

I left the window and laid down on the wooden floor. I looked up through the hole in the ceiling at the stars overhead and exhaled. I turned my head to the side to meet Harry's eyes.

"Sometimes, I like to look at the stars and pretend that it's a map to my life..." Harry whispered before he turned and looked back up at the sky. I continued to watch him, the wind tugging on his curls.

"I like to think that even though I've lost some people, they're still stars on my map, they're still there even if I'm not..." He murmured in a broken voice. I looked at the stars and imagined his theory.

"Stars seem so much more than just balls of gas burning miles away. What if they're ideas, emotions, memories from the world, all built up with enough energy to light the sky and guide the rest of human kind? maybe that's why stars are so inspiring. There must be so much more..." He turned to me and smiled. "What do you think, Gwen?"

I looked back up at the stars and smiled, "I think they're aligned with fate. I think that the stars are what control us, lead us to where we should be. They are always there, even when we can't see them, and I don't think they'll ever leave. They're eternity," I replied as I watched a star fall from the sky.

"And that star, it may go out, but another will appear in the sky. The fallen star is on its way to do something great..." I finished and Harry chuckled.

"Like make a wish come true?" He teased and I giggled.

A few moments of silence lapsed as we both looked back at the sky,"Sometimes, I wish him more than anything. Sometimes, I pretend that I'll go home and he'll be in the kitchen, making an ice cream Sunday. Or that he's in the living room watching sports... But in the end, it's just pretend and the television is off and we don't have any ice cream left. And, when I'm feeling dangerous, I'll even pretend it's not my fault.." I whispered as my chest tightened.

"That's not pretend, Gwen. It's not your fault. Your dad was hit by a drunk driver," Harry muttered with sincerity. I felt my throat constrict as tears filled my eyes.

"I miss him so much, Harry."

Tears fell as Harry pulled me into his arms.

"It'll be okay, Ch-Gwen, just hold it together and it'll get better. I promise." Harry whispered as he stroked my hair.

*****

I woke to someone gently shaking my shoulder and I moaned.

"Mummy, go away! I'm not ready to go to hell! I mean school!" I moaned, swatting the hand away. I heard a deep but sad chuckle and I moaned again.

"Gah! Why is it so cold?!" I shouted, rubbing my arms as I continued to keep my eyes closed.

"Gwen? We're about to land..." I heard a male voice trail off beside me.

"Yeah, on crazy land. Go away, Hunter!" I told my annoying cousin.

I heard a sigh and felt someone pull something across my waist. I heard a click, but just mumbled to myself and nuzzled into my pillow, which was strangely hard. What the hell? Who replaced my pillow with a cold rock? I cursed and opened my eyes to find myself looking straight into a pair of sparkling green eyes. I gasped and jumped off of his shoulder and he chuckled.

Is it bad that it kinda felt nice waking up next to Harry? It feels as if something runs deeper between us. I have always felt connected to him, but I just blew it off assuming it was because he's not ugly and because we used to hang out a lot, but we kind of drifted apart when I was old enough to not need to be baby sat anymore... But now, I feel naturally attracted to him, more than ever, and I don't understand why. He just seems so familiar, yet I can't place it. It's as if my heart already knows what it needs, but my mind is telling me I don't really know him. My body already reacts a bit to him. His laugh sends slight shivers down my spine... What is wrong with me? I don't like Harry. Not that way...

"It's nice to see ya awake, Gwen," He smiled at me, showing off his dimples as he interupteted my reverie. I grumbled and stretched my arms above my head, blowing off how my heart skipped a beat when he said my name. As I brought them back down, I almost elbowed Louis in the nose, but he caught my arm gently. He laughed and carefully pressed it against my side.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked through my yawn.

All the boys chuckled and Zayn replied,"Hours."

"Ugh! I bet I look like crap. I'll be right back-"

"All passengers please remain seated as the plane lands." A flight attendant announced.

I groaned,"Louis! Please fix my make up!"

All the boys laughed again, then Louis put on his Serious Business Face. He very carefully dragged his fingers under my eyes and on my eyelids to fix my smudged eyeliner. He smoothed my hair and lightly rubbed my cheeks.

"There! You look amazing!" He exclaimed.

"Thanks, Louis!" I pulled him into a hug and he laughed.

The seatbelt light was dinging ahead and the plane began to land. I felt a jolt as we landed and I yelped. The boys all laughed at me as we took our belts off. I pulled my coat on over my shoulders and I followed the boys off the plane. I followed them through the airport and Niall carried my bag for me. I smiled at him and left the airport.

Zayn hailed us a taxi and I asked where the previous car was.

"Well, we had a friend of ours lock it up for us. Oh, and we're going to a hotel for tonight since the caretaker is out of town with the key and won't meet us to give us the keys until tonight." I nodded as we piled into the taxi. Liam sat up front with the driver and I had to sit on Harry's lap. He had his arm around my waist and I smiled. Niall sat next to me and Zayn and Louis were across from us. I watched out the window as we drove through Paris. I couldn't help but be amazed by all the little shops and many different people on the streets. Everything looked so pretty at sunset. The country of love with the most romantic sky background. Harry and I used to watch the sunset with Gemma when she would baby sit us. It made sense why he never changed; he couldn't. I looked at Harry and smirked.

"You're gonna have to teach me French!" I giggled.

He smiled widely, showing off his dimples, then said something in French that was so attractive. Wait, how did I know he speaks French? Intuition? Could it possibly have something to do with the feeling that I know him more than just two kids playing a few times together? No. He's probably spoke it around me before and I heard it or something. Is it bad that French only makes him more attractive?

The sun beaming around us as its last rays missed the sky, lit up Harry's forest green eyes and made them unworldly beautiful. I bit my lip, trying to keep myself from kissing him. I guess this whole situation was all to much. It would happen to me with any of the boys, right?

Or was I actually falling for Harry Styles?

No. I couldn't be. I can't love a monster, and someone so gorgeous can't possibly ever be mine. It's like the saying goes, people want what they can't have. If I want Harry, then I guess I can't ever be with him. He would always be that vampire kid next door, the boy who teased me and then slowly forgot about me.

I sighed and leaned a bit forward, facing the others. They, too, looked unworldly beautiful, but none of them held the same attraction as Harry. I leaned back into him as the car pulled to a stop in front of a hotel whom had a French name I couldn't remember.

We got out of the taxi and Liam handed the man the money. Harry smiled at me and all of the boys surrounded me as we walked towards the hotel entrance. Harry's hand accidentally brushed mine and lighting zapped up my arm in an unusual way.

That's when I realized that the feeling in my heart and gut was winning... I was falling for Harry Styles, as if it were instinct.

I just hope he catches me.