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

Chapter 5

*Well, this chapter has been flagged as rated-R because of the language, but oh well, just a frequent use of the word "fuck"*

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Harry was curled in a ball on the bed, tears were across his nose as he stared at the door. He felt absolutely terrible for what he had done to the old man. Louis sat beside him, rubbing his back in a soothing manner while Josh was still knocked out on the other bed, snoring lightly.

Louis got up and stood by the door, leaning against the wall. He tried not to speak and tell Harry it was alright and that it happens to the best of them, but he knew the boy wouldn't listen to him and just continue to cry. He knew no amount of soothing words would be able to get through to the guilt ridden, new born vampire.

"The old man is alive, if that makes you feel better," Louis muttered, hoping it cheer him up.

"It - it doesn't," Harry hiccuped and shook his head. Words could not described how he felt about the situation that had happened an hour before. He had been laying on that bed for an hour. He felt absolutely gutted at the fact he had just acted on impulse which resulted into an unconscious, cranky old man who lost at least a pint of blood.

Sighing quietly, Louis made his way back over to him and took the place he was sitting in before, "that man was annoying anyway, I wouldn't have minded if you killed him."

"You're not making me feel better," Harry glared at the floor, his voice no longer croaky, his breath no longer coming out in short hiccups and the tears stopped from rolling down his cheeks. His nose had cleared and he just stopped feeling guilty altogether.

He suddenly no longer felt bad about possibly killing a man. He no longer felt bad that he lost the grip on his control that he didn't even know he was supposed to keep. He no longer cared.

"And here it comes," Louis sighed. He knew this. He knew this part of the process. Harry would be practically emotionless until Louis or Josh could figure out some way to get him to feel again. It could have been a simple thing to cause pain, bring back a memory or they just leave the boy be and he would slowly "fall" back into his emotions. "You should probably get some sleep, we're leaving early in the morning to avoid the old man."

"How many more days until we actually get there?" he asked, rolling onto his back and looking up at the ceiling with a blank expression.

"About a week. Depends on traffic, how many stops we make and if we decided to stay a night in any other crap motels that smell like death," Louis shrugged and stood up, removing his shirt because it had suddenly just got hotter in the room and he couldn't stand the feeling of the fabric rubbing against his skin when he felt hot.

He rolled around on the bed for a couple of seconds, trying to find the most comfortable spot to sleep in when fatigue had finally taken over his body. The bed was rather lumpy in some places and in others, it was as hard as a rock.

"Sleep on the left side, it's much softer; less lumps," Louis informed and Harry stopped moving suddenly, sitting up quickly and running over to his bag. Louis watched him warily, unsure of how to go about the boy's sudden urgency to get to his bag.

He watched the new vampire search through his bag before relief fell onto his face and Harry took of his shirt. Louis straightened up at the sight of Harry's many tattoos covering his left arm and chest. His eyes travelled all over Harry's bare chest, stomach and arms and he felt his mouth go try at the sight.

He watched as his muscles curved and stretch as Harry reached into his bag and pulled out a clean black v-neck. Louis briefly wondered if Harry would take off his trousers as well... just so the boy would be a bit more comfortable, you know. Not because Louis wanted to see Harry's lovely legs in the flesh, but because he wanted Harry to be more comfortable as he slept, that's all. Sort of.