Royalty (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Twenty Nine

 "Oh- oh my god, H!" Louis stutters out, his head falling back against the wall. Harry smirks as best as he can with the length in his mouth, before he pushes himself even further, taking Louis down his throat. 

Louis' hips stutter, his hands tangling in his boy's hair. His eyes fall shut, feeling the coil in his stomach tightening. "I'm g-gonna,"

Harry eases off, keeping the head in his mouth, working his fist over the rest of the length until Louis releases, and Harry swallows what's been given to him like the good boy he is.

Louis' back slumps against the wall, his chest heaving. Harry pulls off, carefully tucking Louis back in his sweats. Then Harry stands up, his knees cracking a little in protest.

"I love you so much," The vampire says, blinking his eyes open and pulling Harry into a kiss.

Harry backs off, wide smile on his face, his eyelids slowly lifting up. "I love you."

"You ready to go get your hair cut?" Louis asks, his arms circling Harry's waist, his eyes trailing down the length of his curls. "Not gonna lie, I'm gonna miss the hair a bit. More to tug on." He demonstrates it with a yank of one of the blushing boy's curls, watching as the green eyed boy barely bites back a moan.

"Lou," He whines a second later, pout making it's way onto his plump lips. It should really be illegal how attractive that is. "Don't tease."

Louis lets out a breathy chuckle, but nods his head. "Let's head out, darling, or we'll miss the appointment."

The two of them hurry out to the car, climb in their respective seats, and Louis pulls out of the driveway. He speeds a little on the drive over, after noticing the time.

They're walking through the door, hands intertwined, right as the clock strikes three.

"Ello, Louis."

Harry's eyes dart around, in search of the source of the voice. He finally spots the person at the desk, a blond headed boy, hair pushed up into a quiff.

"Lucifer," Louis nods his head politely, but Harry can see his lips twitching at the corners.

The boy scrunches his face up, narrowing his eyes. "I'm telling Mikey."

"You do that." Louis tells him, and then Harry feels his fingers slide from his grasp, right before a hand is placed on the small of his back, gentle pressure applied to get him moving forward. "Our three o'clock appointment please."

The blond boy's eyes switch to Harry then, a wide smile taking over his face, which in turn drags Harry's attention to the shiny thing in his lip. "You must be Harry, Louis' human mate."

Harry nods timidly, his feet shuffling closer to Louis. "Hi."

Louis presses a kiss to the top of his head, his hand rubbing circles into his back as the boy grins. "Nice to meet ya. I'm Luke, also a human mate to a vampire. It's pretty great though, innit? The blood drinking. Not to mention the se-"

"Enough, Luke." Louis cuts him off, making him pout, his arms crossing over his chest. "You're making my baby uncomfortable."

"Sorry," Luke apologizes, his face clearing up into one of regret. "Been spending too much time with Michael. He's rubbing off on me."

"It's fine," Harry tells him, offering a small smile.

"Well, Ashton will be doing your hair today. Louis, you know where the room is. You two can head on back." Luke says. Louis nods, flashing him a smile as he leads Harry behind the counter, down a hallway, into the third room on the right.

A curly haired boy stands near a mirror, all kinds of cosmetic tools near him. He turns to face them when they walk through the doorway, a huge smile taking over his face. This must be Ashton. "Hello, Harry and Louis." He steps forward, gently grabbing hold of Harry's arm and tugging him away from Louis, ignoring the playful growl the vampire lets out.

Ashton leads Harry over to the chair, gesturing for him to sit as he moves to stand in front of him. Louis hangs back by the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame and crossing his feet.

"Alright, Harry, about how short are you wanting your hair to be cut?"

Harry looks in the mirror, frowning as he mulls over the question. He hadn't really thought that far. "Maybe about here?" He phrases his answer like a question, holding his hand up to right below his ears.

Ashton thinks it over, his lips pursing to the side. "That wouldn't look bad. Honestly, with your face nothing would. But, if you don't mind me saying so," Ashton waits for Harry's (and Louis', he really doesn't feel like getting attacked, thank you very much). "I'd say cut it about right here." He gestures to the very top of his head. "Leave just enough to form a quiff."

Harry thinks about it, imagining himself with that hair length. He twists in the chair until he's able to see Louis. "What do you think, Louis?"

"I think it will look great, darlin'. Different, but great." He tells his green eyed boy. "And Ashton has a really good eye for this kind of thing."

Harry nods his hair, turning back to where Ashton is patiently waiting. "Can we do it your way, please?"

"Course." Ashton grins brightly, grabbing the apron like clothing and helping Harry tie it around his neck. Next his grabs his scissors.

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With every snip that Harry hears, more and more strands of his hair falls to the ground. Ashton had turned him away from the mirror before he started cutting and insisted that Louis stayed out in the hallway, so Harry can't see himself or see Louis' reaction to how his hair is looking.

After what seems like hours, Harry is turned to face the mirror. His eyelids slowly relax, before they blink open and- woah. Is that him?

He runs his fingers through his hair several times, his mouth agape. Vaguely he hears the door opening, hears Louis starting to speak, before he cuts himself off. "Woah."

Harry tears his eyes away from the mirror, turns around in his spot to see the vampire, who's staring at him without blinking. He opens his mouth to speak, but Louis' already taking steps forward, his hands cupping Harry's jaw when he's close enough, tugging the boy in for a rough, openmouthed kiss.

Harry forgets about Ashton's presence up until they break away for air, and only then it's because the male says, "So I take it you like the hair cut?"

Louis laughs, nodding his head. "See you later, Ash." He says, before he's pulling Harry out of the room. They walk back out into the main room where Luke's helping another customer and Harry begins heading over to stand behind the woman, but Louis' pulls him towards the exit.

"Wait, don't we have to pay?" Harry asks in confusion, turning his head to look at the blond, and then at his mate.

"Nope," Louis shrugs, smiling cutely. He holds open the door, letting his boy walk out first, throwing a 'bye' to Luke over his shoulder. A frown crosses his face when he's sees the rain, puddles of water already made across the gravel. "Stay here, love, and let me go get the car."

Harry stops him by grabbing his bicep, stepping closer to him when he turns back to face him. "I can handle a little rain, love."

"I don't want you to get sick, H." Louis frowns.

"I won't get sick." Harry tells him, and then his hand is sliding down to lace with Louis', and he's stepping off of the sidewalk, the two of them taking off in a jog towards the car.

I'm not quite sure how many chapters 5sos will be in, I wasn't even originally planning to put them in at all lol, but for the ones they are in (if they're in anymore) do you want them to be ot4 or muke and cashton?
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