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

Chapter 11

Harry sat quietly in the passenger seat of Louis' car. Liam had been phoning Louis non-stop and eventually the older vampire had decided to answer it.

"Yellow?" Louis asked into the mobile with a small grin on his face as he reached over to turn down the car's radio. "No need to shout, Liam." Harry didn't bother to listen in on Liam's side of the conversation, more because he didn't care, than finding it rude.

"I don't think so, mate. We're already on the motorway- the white ones," Louis had a slight bounce to him as he spoke. He was slightly bouncing in his seat as he chewed on his bottom lip. Harry could see the worry written all over Louis' face, but then relaxed when the older vampire relaxed. "Well, that's good to hear."

A couple more minutes of Louis arguing with Liam on the phone, he finally hung up and returned his attention to the road.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked after a couple seconds of silence and Louis shrugged, "You don't know? Are we just going anywhere?" Louis shrugged with a slight nod and hooted at a car who decided it'd be okay to go ahead and cut him off in the traffic.

"It's fucking Tuesday! Why is there God damned traffic?!"

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An hour and a half they were no longer on the motorway, but in what seemed to be the city centre considering it was buzzing with people and their incessant talking and annoyingly active thinking. People continuously bumped into them, not saying anything about it, or the occasional 'watch it!' despite that they were just standing completely still.

"God, I hate people so much," Harry groaned and cowered away from an old lady who was walking rather quickly in his direction. He stepped out of her way, thinking she was just going to walk right past, but she stopped right in front of him and Louis, looking at them both with narrowed eyes.

"Why are you out here? There's so many people, any one of them could be vampires and you're out here? Do you know how dangerous that is for you, Harold?" the woman's voice sounded old and withered. Her voice shook with her age and was a bit raspy as well, she was slightly hunched over and her hands shook as she slowly reached out to take the curly haired vampire's hand. "You are in danger. The flower may mask your scent, but not from any dog. You are in danger."

"I'm sorry?" Harry asked, giving the old lady a strange look. He took a step back from her and nearly coward behind Louis. "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

"You have to prepare yourselves! He's coming!" she said, her large, old eyes looking frightened and she looked from side to side before leaning in closer to the pair. "He's coming to kill you. You have to be careful!" just as a large crowd of people were walking past, the old lady left with them, making it seem like she had just vanished and the two vampires looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows.

"Maybe we should have just stayed home," Harry grumbled before following Louis off to what seemed to be a little café. The two of them walked inside and was immediately engulfed with cool air.

Louis instructed Harry to sit down at a table as he walked up to the counter, ordering off of a secret menu that only a select few knew about. Harry waited patiently for the man, but took the time to admire his backside with a slight smirk. He was too distracted to notice that someone had slipped into the seat in front of him, the seat that was supposed to be for Louis.

"Hello," a man said with a smile, causing Harry to pry his eyes away from Louis' bum. The curly haired vampire looked up at the man occupying the seat that wasn't his and gave him an annoyed look.

"Someone's sitting there," his voice was cold and rigid, he ignored the man's slight flinch at his tone, "so if you can please get out of it."

"I just came by to say hi, you looked lonely."