What If.. Larry (Vampire + BoyxBoy )

Chapter Nineteen.

   "Never listened when you warned me

Never listened to your thoughts

You were the only one to hold me

And now I'm lost enough to die" 
- Days by Lucia.

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  Harry and Louis were lounging on the couch. It was past 12 am last time Harry checked his phone. He's been contemplating calling his mother, his nightmare still haunting his thoughts. But, what could he possibly tell his mother, hey mom, I had a dream and an old woman told me to talk to you? He's sure that wouldn't go down well, and he doesn't even know what to talk to her about. He sighed as he looked sleepily at the half full chicken soup, he lost his appetite after hearing Louis talking with his friend, Louis tried to get him to finish it but Harry wasn't having it.

  Louis sighed as he watched Harry stare blankly at the wall, he remembered his talk with Liam and realized that he didn't inform him of Harry's arrival. He cursed lowly, but apparently not low enough because Harry turned his head in his direction. Louis smiled sheepishly.

  "Yeah, I just realized that I forgot to tell Liam that you're okay." He said while rubbing the back of his neck.

  "Wait, what? when did you and Liam become friends? doesn't he know you're a vampire, Louis!" Harry went from calm to full on panicked once the questions started flowing.

  "Hey, hey. Calm down! we became friends not so long ago, to be honest. And he does know I'm a vampire because his job requires him to know that." Louis smiled a little at the end, "but it's not my place to tell you though." he added.

  "What kind of a job that requires that? are taking the piss out of me?" Harry glared.

  "I'm definitely not messing with you," Louis promised. "You really need to talk with Liam about it, he will probably fight you on talking about it but, yeah, talk to him," he advised.

  "Alright, I'll talk to him about it tomorrow." Harry sighed. "But, for now, I need to rest. Goodnight Lou." He mumbled and tried to make himself comfortable on the couch.

  "What are you doing?" Louis questioned.

  "I'm trying to sleep. What does it look like I'm doing? preparing for battle?" Harry chuckled.

"Well, I can see that. But you're sleeping on the bed whether you like it or not." Louis demanded.

  Harry turned to him he honestly didn't feel like fighting, he was too tired for that, so he nodded. He ignored the small smile on Louis' face and headed to the room, he paused and turned to Louis.

  "Where will you be sleeping?" Harry asked.

  "Oh, I think I'll ditch on sleep tonight. Goodnight Harry." Louis rushed out.

  Harry furrowed his eyebrows shrugged then let the door partly open. He snuggled under the covers and went to sleep without paying any attention to the swarming questions and worrisome thoughts.

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  Harry woke up the next day feeling a finger tracing his spine over his shirt, he tensed up at the foreign sensation but soon relaxed at the thought of the fingers belonging to Louis. He sighed and snuggled more into the cover he was hugging. He realized the fingers stopped moving, and in the mix of tiredness and comfortable, he mumbled an attempt to get those fingers back. He heard a soft chuckle come from Louis, he smiled a little.