Harry Styles is nothing but a lowly servant for the Royal Vampire Family, the Tomlinson's. He has never actually met any of them though. The closest he's come to them is talking to his boss, Zayn Malik, who is the prince's butler, and occasional blo...
"Hey, Lou?" Harry turns over on his side, facing Louis, waiting until blue eyes are open to speak again. "I wanna cut my hair, I think."
And if Louis' eyes weren't open before, they definitely are now. "What, why?"
Harry shrugs, grabbing a few strands of his hair in his hand, looking down at it. "It's getting really long."
"Your hair's gorgeous, Haz." Louis tells him, moving closer until his body is against Harry's, replacing Harry's hand with his own. "Besides, if you cut your hair, then I can't do this." He finishes his statement by gently tugging on the curls in his hand, pulling a startled moan from Harry. And causing his cheeks to darken.
"Never mind, I won't get it cut." Harry relents, sinking his teeth into his lower lip as he gazes at Louis.
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Louis grins sharply, leaning forward and bopping his nose against Harry's, and murmurs, 'Good boy.' His lips slot against Harry's without giving the boy time to stutter out an answer.
Harry doesn't waste any time responding, moving his lips against Louis'. His arms wrap around Louis' neck, catching in the vampire's hair. Louis' hand grips Harry's hip and yanks his boy forward, while simultaneously rolling on his back. Harry clambers on top of him, setting his thighs on each side of Louis' hips. Louis slides his hands down Harry's back, cupping his bum and squeezing. A gasp escapes Harry's mouth, causing him to disconnect their lips. He brushes his lips across Louis' jawline, gently biting. Louis groans, pushing his hips up to meet Harry's and-
"Got it!" Niall cheers, his (Liam's) phone held in front of his face.
"Damn it, Horan!" Louis snaps, glaring at the blond as Harry burrows into the side of his neck, hiding his face from everyone.
"Liam has your number, right? I'll send you the picture!" Niall all but yells, his eyes locked on the picture on the screen in front of him.
"You only got one?" Zayn asks, raising his eyebrows, peering over Niall's shoulder at the phone.
"It's a damn good one." Niall shrugs.
"That is pretty hot." Zayn admits, nodding his head.
"I see why you lock the door now." Harry mutters into Louis' skin.
"Anyways, we came in here for a reason." Liam claps his hands together. "Niall, take it away."
"Well, guys." Niall says, turning the screen off and pocketing the phone, walking closer to bed and sitting down on the edge. "Liam and Zayn and I were talking, and we all agreed we should go on a double date, do something together."
"Why?" Harry asks, lifting his head up, scrunching his nose up. Louis coos, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
"Because it will be fun." Niall shrugs, lifting one of his knees up on the bed.
