Never Ending | LARRY

Twenty-Two

Louis laid on the King sized bed, the silk sheets tickled his soft hairless skin. He let out a sigh of content, dressed in his evening attire - a simple golden robe with Versace logos embroidered everywhere. He yawned as he stretched like a King on the bed. His bronze skin glistened as the sun streamed in from the window. "Morning Lou..."

The small boy opened his eyes, coming to from his lovely slumber only to be faced with the stark reality. On his small bed, a thin blanket covering him as he sat up on his rock solid mattress in his crappy unit.

Oh reality.... Lovely.

He groaned as his head thumped, and thumped. The night previous' events coming back to haunt him. Usually he hates when he can't remember, now he hates that he can. The things he had said to Harry over email... oh dear lord. That reminds him, the vampire had nocked his door down to make sure he was okay.

The thought alone made his cheeks redden.

Stepping off the bed, his white sock-clad feet tip toed down the hall and made the short work to the kitchen were he saw none other than CEO, Dom and Billionaire Harry Styles dressed in his YSL suit sitting on the counter.

Harry sat talking on his phone, turning around when he undoubtedly could hear Louis enter.

"Mhm, look Jack that sounds like a good deal. I will talk later, I must go." Harry spoke to the man on the other end of the call, before hanging up, pocketing his phone and staring at Louis fondly for a second.

Nothing was said, just stares were shared. Louis looked embarrassed, the pink tint of his cheeks glistened under the natural sun light. 

Harry thought it was beautiful.

"How do you feel?" The CEO whispered, indicating for the small boy to walk closer, Louis did so without question. 

"Crappy."

Harry smiled softly, "I can't say I know what being drunk feels like - but I can't imagine it's desirable."

Louis merely pouted, shaking his head back and forth, "no certainly not."

"I'm glad you are okay Louis, you really scared me. I hope you were not serious about... leaving."

Harry looked down, a prolonged pause before staring into the boy's pretty blues.

He didn't receive a response.

So instead, he merely smiled softly, standing up and changing the topic, "don't worry about that now. Let me find you some... oh dang what do humans call it. The tiny pills?"

Louis chuckled, "panadol?"

"Yes! I will get you that, how many do you need? Six? Seven?"

Louis giggled as he watched Harry search aimlessly through his kitchen.

"Top left draw Harry... and no humans only need one or two pills. I have two usually."

The vampire chuckles. Sooner than later, Louis is popping two panadol into his mouth and the room is falling silent again.

"I'm sorry about your door, actually I might put it back on now. Do you have a screw driver. I need you safe."

Louis nods, motioning to a draw.

He sighs when Harry excuses himself from the room. Leaving Louis' shoulders to sulk in relief. He probably looks like shit, something he would rather not look like in front of Harry.

It's embarrassing enough Harry seeing his shitty apartment.

Groggily walking towards the counter he grabs an orange cutting it into small pieces.

"OUCH!" 

Louis yelps as the knife skims the side of his finger. Blood pouring over his soft skin. A whine falls from his mouth as he moves to suck the finger to his mouth. Before he can reach his mouth Harry is using his super vampire speed and sliding into the room.

Taking Louis' hand into his.

"Harry..."

Louis locks eyes with the vampire. His eyes are dark, a dark green and Louis feels something as he stares into his orbs. 

Louis steps closer to the CEO, now chest to chest as Harry cradles his bleeding hand. The small boy stares up at him, "Harry."

This time he sounds whiny, and needy and Harry doesn't know what he's doing when he is pulling the boy's hand to his mouth and licking the blood away.

His sweet AB negative blood.

He craved more immediately.

He craved not only more blood, more of Louis, more of him, his love.

Before Harry knew it, the small boy was nearly laying on his chest. The vampire dropped Louis' hand, eyes widening in shock at his own actions, "fuck... I'm... I'm so sorry."

Not a second later, he was racing out the door, leaving a confused and shocked Louis behind.

"Hazza?"

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