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

Chapter 3

Harry woke up sweating and feeling slightly ill. He groaned from the back seat and wiped the light layer of sweat from his forehead and looked down at the back of his glistening hand and glared at it.

"And it begins," Louis sighed, shaking his head and rolling down the back window. "Over the next couple of days, you're going to feel like you're burning up. I'll keep the windows down so it can keep you cool. You can thank Josh for this."

"Why me? I wasn't the one who bit him!" Josh protested with a sturgeon face.

"You might as well have with the wound you gave to his head!"

"Shut up! I have a really back sore head," Harry groaned, leaning his head back as he rubbed at his temples. "Christ, I feel like I've been hit by a truck a million times over."

Josh snickered at this in which Louis smacked the back of his head and scolded him, "I remember when you told me that same thing, so I suggest you shut up or I'll bring up all the things you had done and said whilst developing your powers." Josh's smile fell and he quickly looked out the window, acting as if he didn't do a single or say a single thing.

The car fell back into silence with a suddenly exhausted and hungry Harry in the back seat. His jaws ached and so did his gums, but they hadn't even gotten out of the state yet. They had barely made it down to Blythe.

Harry's breathing suddenly became laboured with a sudden horrible pain in his stomach. It had felt like someone had driven a white hot blade into his stomach, the pain nearly unbearable and he was on he verge of passing out.

Louis refused to look in his review mirror because if he did, he could see Harry's face clearly and the older vampire felt guilty. He felt guilty that he and Josh were the cause of Harry's pain. Josh being the reason why Harry had to be bitten and Louis for biting Harry.

"Hey, can you keep it down back there, I'm trying to listen to Ed Sheeran," Josh said, turning the volume up on the radio to listen to listen to 'Small Bump' and Louis smacked the back of his head again, turning the volume back down.

Harry ignored Josh and leaned over to lay across the back seats, his arms wrapped round his stomach. Scrunching his face up, he unbuckled his seatbelt and brought his knees to his chest.

He laid there for the next couple of hours, having fallen asleep sometime between those hours. Having to fight against his need to be wrapped in someone's arms or have his arms round someone else.

Through his sleep, images were replaying. Replaying memories of him as a child growing up in Cheshire, England. All his times when he was doing his shifts in the bakery he worked at and all the times he had spent with his friends.

And the most recent memory of his home, the day he was at the Heathrow International Airport, saying goodbye to his mum by check in. The tears streaming down her face whilst she peppered his face with her kisses of blessings and repeatedly telling him to be careful and don't get into drugs.

"Harry... hey... kid... Harry, c'mon, we're at a perol station," Louis shook the younger vampire away, gently, but firmly and Harry pried his eyes open, his curls stuck to his forehead with his sweat from the intense heat he felt going on within his body, giving him an ill feeling.

"Okay," he muttered.

"C'mon, we're out of the state. You need blood and to stretch your legs," Louis said softly, feeling for the poor boy. Louis was there once. The rest of the turning. The memories and the illness, the intense heat and sweat sticking to your skin.

"But I'm tired," Harry's voice was gruff and you could hear the tiredness in it. Louis' heart ached at the sight of the newly turned vampire.

"C'mon, love, we must hurry," Louis grabbed Harry by his arm pits, pulling him effortlessly out from the seat and steadied him when he set him on his feet. The younger vampire was taller than he was and Louis found himself strangely struggling to support Harry's full weight, which was strange because if this were anybody else, he would have been able to carry them easily.