Dedication to @Bowtiesuspenders22 because she's sweet and i love her, she's a great writer and she made me sink in a pool of tears with her story 'Cheshire Chatroom' (Larry Stylinson) so go check it out! Because it's simply perfect :3 *she might even do the cover for this story yay*
*Louis’ POV*
A couple of minutes passed by and we still are at the woods, still sitting on the tree, still breathing each other’s air.
“why- isn’t it- burning?” Harry asks between sloppy pecks.
I shrug, not wanting to take my lips off his.
“Miss Pepper- said- it would…” he says, a bit more sternly this time and I sigh, “something’s wrong” he states as I press my forehead against his.
“I don’t know Harry,” I sigh heavily once again, cupping his cheek with my right hand whilst the other rests on his waist, “maybe we’re damaging our insides”
“but she said that would happen eventually-”
“goddamn, I don’t fucking know okay?!” I half shout, a bare inch separating our hot breathes.
He flinches under my grip and I instantly capture his shaky lips in mine, rubbing his soft cheek with the pad of my thumb, “I’m sorry”
“it’s fine, this is just… weird” he sighs against me.
His slim arms are still wrapped around my neck, our torsos crashed together as his legs rest on top of my thighs, his ankles crossed behind my back.
“I know, but we’ll get through it” I smile, staring into his strange orbs; a deep colour of red invading them as the black smoky lines slightly move. There’s still a pronounced hint of peaceful green outlining his eyes, “I promise”
He puckers his lips cutely and I can’t help to feel my heart fluttering- something I haven’t felt in quite a long time- causing me to lean in, joining our lips gently before moving mine slightly. He surprises me by biting my lower lip when I lick his, and so it becomes a small battle for dominance, which I win in the end, capturing his bottom lip in between my teeth and sucking slightly.
Soon my blood freezes, my whole body comes to a stop when I feel it, when I feel the metallic taste in my mouth.
“fuck Harry” I groan involuntarily as I let go quickly.
“what’s wrong?” he asks, worry in his voice as he pulls his hands to my jaw and so he caresses my skin sweetly.
“n-nothing, I just, I tasted your blood…” I say, moving my face away as I can still smell it on his mouth.
“so…?” he asks confused.
“Harry…” I say, facing him and showing him my fangs completely out.
“I-I, right, you’re a vampire…” he says, his voice shaky and I chuckle.
“don’t worry, I know how to control myself” I smile and he look a little relieved, “but still, we should be careful, it’s been a while since I last had some blood”
“so…? Is that bad?”
“yeah, actually, I could end up really weak, like, um…” how can I explain it?
“don’t worry, I understand” he smiles with a nod, “so you have these um, feeling of drinking blood don’t you?”
“uh, yeah…” I chuckle awkwardly, my hands falling to his torso, caressing his shirt slightly.
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He Sees Through Me Like Broken Glass (A Larry Stylinson Vampire Fan Fiction)
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