Your Infection's my Discretion (Larry Stylinson - Vampire AU)[On Hold]

Chapter 2

Louis crinkled his nose at the heavy smell of wolf. He stiffened when something warm stirred in his arms and a light groan followed after. He forced his tired eyes open, moving his head to look down at a mass of dark curls buried into his chest.

His hand slowly reached up, brushing his fingers over the soft hair. He curled a strand of the soft hair in his forefinger as he took a deep breath, noticing something odd.

He smelled like a wolf again. Louis furrowed his eyebrows together, not understanding why the younger boy had regained the scent of a wolf. He was no longer a wolf... right?

Harry lightly whined in his sleep, the sound high pitched and... dog like. Louis jolted up, moving towards the side, falling off the mattress and onto the floor, his breathing becoming ragged. Had he done something wrong during the turning?

"Ugh," Harry groaned, "I was comfortable." he sat up, rubbing at his eyes, yawning as he did so. He rose an eyebrow at the smaller man sat on the floor with a startled look. "What's the matter?"

"You-you still smell like wolf!" he gasped out. Harry looked at his for a couple of long seconds before cracking a smile and laughing loudly. Louis gave the boy a strange look. Why was he laughing at him?

"Christ, do you not realise that you're in my flat, which smells of wolf still?!" Harry laughed out, gasping for air at the end as his muscles began to feel a bit tighten in his stomach from laughing so much. "Of course I'm still going to smell of wolf, I was wearing these clothes before you turned me and sleeping in the sheets... and having sex on these sheets before too... that reminds me, I need to wash these. Thank god we didn't roll into any cum... that would have been sticky."

Louis narrowed his eyes at him, his mouth slightly falling open at the boy. Most of the wolves that were like him never admitted they had a lot of sex or that they left cum on their sheets. They would always try to hide it, but Harry didn't seem to care. He was... open, not caring about what others thought about him and Louis admired that.

"Why did you turn me?" Harry asked suddenly, turning to Louis with his sudden large, curious sea green eyes. Louis gulped under the gaze of them, finding them a bit intimidating. Scary. He was afraid to give him the wrong answer or tell him the wrong thing. He didn't want to make the boy angry.

"You were dying," he whispered, looking straight into the curly haired boy's eyes. "I apologise for my stupid friend costing you the rest of your wolf life. Not many of you want to become vampires-"

"Wait, wait, I'm a full vampire?" Harry asked, his eyes widening slightly at the possibility of that happening and the fact that it had happened to him.

Louis nodded and Harry felt a strange sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had been a werewolf his whole life and suddenly, after one mistake of going down the wrong street, he's been turned into a vampire.

"Are you alright?" Louis asked, placing his hand on his shoulder, "your face has just gone much paler than it already is." Harry swallowed and nodded, running his hand through his curls.

"Perfectly fine," Harry mumbled, throwing the duvet off of him and getting off the bed. "I'm taking a shower, I'm full of blood." he grabbed a shirt, pants and jeans from off the floor, already being able to smell them from there and knowing that they ere clean.

He didn't wait for Louis to respond before walking into the only room in his flat. The bathroom was cleaner than the rest of the flat and Harry never understood why he always kept the bathroom so clean rather than the rest of his flat.

Shutting the door behind him, Harry set his clothes down on the toilet and went to start the shower when there was a buzzing in his pocket. Harry groaned and pulled it out, seeing that it was a text from a familiar number.