Royalty (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Nineteen

"Louis, stop!" Harry giggles, trying to hide his face from Louis' view. Louis ignores his boy's pleads, continuing to pepper kisses all over every inch of exposed skin; Harry's cheeks, chin, nose, forehead, and occasionally his mouth. "Stop!" He squeaks, finally managing to turn his face into the pillow, leaving the right side of his face open for the attack. 

"The correct response is: harder, not stop." Niall informs as he enters the room, Zayn on his heels, a cheeky grin on his face.

His entrance causes Louis to pause, ceasing his attack on the curly haired boy, and said boy rolls his eyes at the Irish lad. "Fuck off, Ni." Harry retorts halfheartedly, his arms loosely wrapping around his vampire's neck. Louis' chest rumbles contentedly, nuzzling into Harry's neck, his eyes shutting.

"What the hell are you doing, Lou?" Zayn asks, chuckling as he walks up to pat Louis' leg. Louis thinks he's trying to touch Harry though, and he shoots up, baring his teeth at the raven haired human. Zayn raises his hands in surrender, a grin toying at the corners of his lips. "Awe, how cute. Bit like an angry puppy if I'm honest. Anyways, here's this." He holds his hand out to the vampire, the metal mug in his grip. Louis takes it quickly, sets it down beside them on the bed.

"He won't let me go." Harry informs Niall, grinning when his comment makes Louis burrow back into his neck.

"Mine," Louis rasps out, nipping at his boy's skin, careful not to break the surface.

"Has he been like this all day?" Zayn asks, laughing as he watches his boss cling onto his mate's friend.

"Since last night." Harry answers, moving his head to the side when Louis pokes at his cheek, causing Louis to hum in approval, attacking the newly exposed skin.

Zayn tilts his head, pursing his lips in thought. "Maybe it's because it's been over a week and you guys still haven't claimed each other?" He suggests, his eyebrows knitting together. "I know what it does to humans, but I've never heard of what it does to vampires. Them suddenly being clingy makes sense though."

"I don't know," Harry shrugs, well as best as he can with the weight of Louis pinning him to the bed. "That might be some of it, but I don't think it's the only reason." Zayn hums in acknowledgment, stepping back beside Niall. But then Harry processes what Zayn has just told him, his eyes going wide. "Wait, its been over a week?"

Zayn nods slowly, staring at the curly haired boy like he's mental. "I don't know exactly how long its been, but I do know the week was up right around the time Mary, uh." He trails off, awkwardly shifting on his feet.

"Oh," Harry mumbles, peering down at the vampire curled into him.

"We should probably go," Zayn murmurs to Niall, grabbing the blond's arm and pulling him out of the room. Niall pours, but allows himself to be dragged from the room.

"Lou?" Harry softly calls out, carding his fingers through the feathery hair, his nails gently scratching his scalp.

Louis hum, rolling onto his back and pulling Harry with him. "Yes, princess?"

Harry opens his mouth to speak, but halts, raising his eyebrows. "Princess?"

"Mhm," Louis nods. "I'm the prince, and you're my princess. And the one day I'll be the king, and you'll be my queen."

Harry rolls his eyes fondly, trying to ignore the heat he can feel rising to his cheeks. Louis doesnt try, gently pinching the skin and cooing, leanjng up to kiss the tip of Harry's nose. "Its been over a week, Lou." Harry says.

"Good observation, my lovw." Louis teases, grinning.

Harry pinches his hip in retaliation, making the vampire wince overdramatically, only to get slapped on the chest. "Don't be rude."

"I'm sorry," Louis replies, puckering his lips out until Harry gives in and kisses him, rolling his eyes again as he does so. 

"Seriously though, since it's been over a week, what's going to happen to us?" Harry asks, frowning slightly as his mind conjures up the worst thing he can think of; Louis no longer wanting him.

Louis notices the seriousness with which the boy speaks, a hint of fear mixed in. "What do you mean, H?"

"I mean," Harry starts off. "You said most couples that want to, like claim each other, usually do it within the first week. Now that it's been over a week, can you still claim me?" Then in a voice that's barely audible, he mutters weakly. "Do you still want too?"

Harry knows Louis heard when the vampire uses a bit of his speed to sit the two of them up, Harry straddling Louis' lap while Louis' back is pressed against the headboard. The metal mug slides down the bed and rests against the side of Harry's calf. Louis takes Harry's face between his hands, firmly but gently forcing him to maintain eye contact. "Baby, I can claim you anytime. The end of the first week isn't a deadline, it's just usually the point where the two can't wait any longer to do it. And hell yes I still want too. I want to right this very second," He extends his fangs and leans in, letting his fangs brush carefully over the soft skin, the spot where he will claim Harry. "But I'm waiting for you to tell me." Louis whispers, kissing the spot and leaning back to meet Harry's eyes, his fangs retracting themselves.

Harry feels his breath catch in his throat and his eyes fall shut as he roughly pulls Louis' mouth to his. They separate after a minute, both panting and chests heaving. "So nothing's going to happen?"

"Well," Louis bites his bottom lip, thinking over how to word it. "You're going to get extremely horny, probably going to have a bunch of wet dreams." Harry blushes furiously as he remembers the one this morning, that thankfully Louis didn't wake up for. "And I think Zayn was probably right about me clinging to you more because of it being past a week, but you were also right that that's not the only reason. But yeah, so I'll probably get way clingier."

"I'm okay with that." Harry grins cheekily, his dimples flashing.

"Oh yeah?" Louis laughs, allowing Harry to grab his biceps and start pulling him back down.

"Yeah." Harry nods, propping his head on his head and his elbow on the bed, his other hand loosely gripping the fabric of Louis' t-shirt. "For a little bit anyways. But then you'll probably have to claim me to make it stop."

Harry waits for him to catch on, which is pretty fast, cerulean eyes lighting up. "I can definitely do that."

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Early update since its my baby's birthdayy :)) this chapter turned out way fluffier than I had planned lol
When do you guys think Louis should claim Harry/they say I love you? I dunno if I should do it fairly soon or wait a bit still
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