Larry Stylinson

btw, this is the 3rd or 4th chap not the first, just a wanna see how it turns out

Harry's P.O.V.

"Hey Ni, I'm going out to get some coffee." I shouted to Niall as I put on my jacket.

"Yeah sure, but um, you don't drink coffee... you drink blood..?" He replied sounding a bit confused.

"Mate, do you ever listen? I've told you this before, and this is the last time. You can eat anything you want; it just dissolves itself in your stomach." I said for the last time, flicking Niall's snap back off his head and walked out the door, shutting it behind me.

"Oh my god, Haz! I love you!" I heard Niall scream through the door.

When Niall first became a vampire, he kept asking me if he was allowed to eat food, because when he was a human he loved food. A LOT, that just made him want more food as a vampire. I kept telling him yes, but when you first change you forget things really easily. So he probably forgot.

Once out of our suite I got into the elevator. Our suite was on the eighteenth floor, so it was a long way down. Plus the elevator had to stop about four times before it finally reached the bottom. Outside the hotel there were only about thirty girls waiting for me, which must mean not a lot of people know that I'm in Doncaster yet. I walked up to the security guard and asked if there was another exit. He said there was one out through the kitchen.

To make sure no one knew I was going through the kitchen, I sent out a quick tweet: "Having a nice breakfast with @Niallofficial at the hotel!" Hopefully Niall will be smart enough to pretend that we are having breakfast together.

After a few seconds, I had a bunch of replies, re-tweets, and favorites, plus a text from Niall asking why we were out for breakfast together. I quickly replied telling him fans. Then walked out of the kitchen door, and turned right down the street where I knew there was a Starbucks. When I found the Starbucks, I hurried inside because I saw three girls wearing 'Harry' shirts. Don't get me wrong, I love meeting my fans, but I got here only five hours ago and needed a bit of space.

The first thing I noticed when I walked into the Starbucks was a man wearing suspenders, he looked really familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Walking over to the counter I ordered my drink and sat at a tall table. Trying to be discreet I pulled out my book, opened it to a random page and looked over top to see what suspender boy was doing.

At first he was just playing a game on his phone, Temple run actually, very childish for a man in his, maybe twenties. But after he looked at me for the first time, he kept glancing at me every thirty seconds. I think he recognized me. I wasn't wearing my beanie, but I was wearing a hoodie and my Ray-Bans. The man was wearing red and white suspenders over a white collared shirt, navy blue jeans and red TOMS. He was actually kind of attractive.

I felt my phone vibrate and looked down, patting around my pockets to find it. A chair scratched the floor and the bell to the door jingled, when I looked up, I saw the man leaving the shop. I looked back to where he was sitting and noticed his wallet on the table, at least it looked like his because it was red and white striped, as well as someone already sitting where he was. Jumping off my stool, I went over to where he was sitting and grabbed the wallet.

"Excuse me, is this yours?" I ask the man who stole suspender man’s seat.

"No its not, do you know whose it is?" He replied.

"Yeah, I think so. I'm off to go meet him now so..." I trailed off.

He just nodded and looked back down to his laptop. I went back to my table, grabbed my coffee, book and started out the door. Once outside I looked down the street, both ways, but I couldn't see him. The corner to the left was very near so I ran and turned down that street. Not there. I walked back the other direction and noticed that, just past the coffee shop, there was an ally way. I walked into the ally way and saw the boy sitting against the wall with his head in his hands, but I could tell he wasn't crying. He just looked much stressed out.

"Hey mate, is this your wallet?" I asked walking towards him, and stopping just in front of him.

The boy didn't even look up; he just shook his head no.

"Mate you didn't even look, how would you know?" I pushed him, trying to get a closer look at his face.

He finally looked up, and he was beautiful. He had caramel colored hair, in a feathery fringe. His eyes were an icy sea blue; I could just drown in them. His lips, oh god his lips looked so kissable, so pink, and plump! But the expression on his face surprised me; fear. Why would he be scared? Other than the fact that I'm a vampire, but no one knows that except for Niall, and that’s because he’s a vampire to.

I know Niall told me not to read people’s minds, but this man seemed very interesting.

What should I say, he’s my fucking idol... but he’s also a fucking vampire!

He knows. That’s why he’s scared of me; he knows I'm a vampire. Has he told anyone? I hope not. How did he find out? What if someone else finds out? I need to get him to Niall, so we can talk about what he knows...but how?

"Hey! Buddy! Are ya deaf? I need my wallet!" He said as he started to stand up, holding his hand out.

"Oh sorry, spaced out a bit..." I said handing him his wallet. "Hey mate; do you know who I am?"

Yes.

"No"

"Oh, well, my names Harry. What’s yours?" I asked holding out my hand for him to shake.

Louis.

"Stan." He shook my hand, and flinched back a bit feeling my cold temperature.

"Well Stan, do you want to walk around a bit? Maybe grab some food?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" I knew he was gay! And he totally is dating Niall; why else would he go on tour with him? But then why would he ask me out?

"Because he’s my best friend!" Shit.

Louis' eyes widened and he started to slowly back away from me, which was just leading him further into the alleyway.

Louis, you're tired and you want to fall asleep, just sleep.

"I'm tired..." Louis said before he passed out, into my arms.

***

"What the hell Harry!" Niall yelled at me as I walked past him into our hotel room, carrying an unconscious Louis on my back. I set Louis down on the couch before tuning and walking out of the room and into the bedroom, and I could hear Niall following.

"Um, he was at the coffee shop I was at..." I said, like it explained everything.

"Uh-huh? And? Why did you have to knock him out and bring him here?"

"First of all I didn't knock him out, I-"

"Yeah, whatever, you convinced him he needed to sleep, it’s not very different."

"Well, I did it because he knows we're fucking vampires!" I shouted.

That caught his attention. He opened his mouth but closed it again, nothing coming out. He was just staring at me, and vice versa.

"How? What do we do?" Niall whispered, barely audible.

“I’m not sure…”