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

Chapter 8

Harry blinked at the pair of them, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times as he took in what Liam said. The older vampire couldn't have been serious, could he? Blood mates often didn't find each other and it was completely unbelievable that Harry had just so happened to stumble into Louis' life and it turns out he could possibly be his fucking blood mate?

"Is... uh... is there any way else to prove it?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow sceptically before running his hand through his hair slowly. Louis and Liam turned and looked at each other, uncertainty in their eyes.

"Um..." Louis' voice was high pitched and he shifted uncomfortably. He kept opening and closing his mouth, trying to think if there was a way to certainly determine whether his and Liam's assumptions were true about Harry being his blood mate.

"That blood thing!" Liam shouted suddenly, standing up quickly and pointing at Louis with wide, excited eyes. Liam had a bad habit of not being thorough and thinking that everyone knew exactly what he was talking about when he was being vague, and that was one of the few things Louis had ever had a problem with about the vampire.

Louis squinted his eyes at his friend, shaking his head slightly when Liam didn't bother to continue explaining about 'that blood thing', expecting Louis to know exactly what he was talking about. There were a lot of 'blood things' to determine a lot of things about vampires and Louis hated when people weren't specific when needed be.

"What blood thing?" Harry asked, giving Liam a slightly annoyed look when he didn't explain anything about what he had said. Tilting his head to the side, he narrowed his eyes at the man who just pursed his lips while looking over at Louis.

"Yeah, what blood thing? Liam, we need details," Louis chimed in, giving his friend a flat look and refrained from smacking him in the back of the head. "I'm a bit thick, you know this."

"Jesus Christ, how old are you? Two hundred? And you don't know what blood weaving is?" Liam exclaimed bitterly and a look of annoyance cross over his facial features. When Louis merely blinked blankly at the vampire, he stood up and stalked over to the kitchen.

"What the fuck is blood weaving?" Harry asked, looking over at his supposed 'blood mate' who just shrugged in response and waited patiently for his friend to return. Harry furrowed his eyebrows when a couple minutes had passed and Liam still hadn't returned from the kitchen, but began to make a lot of noises from in there.

Without warning, Harry's wrist was grabbed a slashed in a matter of seconds and he cried out in surprise. He glared harshly up at Liam who held his wrist and pushed on the wound he had made to the younger vampire's blood would flow much faster into the old looking goblet thing he was holding. Louis didn't protest and held out his wrist when Liam had turned to him when he was done with Harry.

Liam swirled the goblet when he had gotten the blood from both of the vampires. He sat back down beside Louis and placed the over glorified cup of vampires' blood onto the table. Louis and Liam both leant in to look at it and watched with amazement as the blood began to separate into two different colour reds-one of the reds was darker than the other.

"Well, that settles it," Liam mumbled, not taking his eyes off of the blood and Louis slowly looked up at the younger vampire sat across from him. Harry and Louis locked eyes, the curly haired lad gave him a confused look and Louis slowly nodded his head. "Well, looks like you two should start getting to know each other better. I'm off to somewhere that's not here, have fun you two." And Liam was suddenly gone in a blur.

"Looks like we're spending eternity together, Harry, gonna have to get used to me," Louis grinned at him.

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