He Sees Through Me Like Broken Glass (A Larry Stylinson Vampire Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13

Louis’ POV

It’s been a week since my sisters found out about me and Harry’s relationship. They weren’t too fond of it at first, because of Lottie’s little instant crush on him, but she learnt to live with the fact he’s my soul mate. Probably because she didn’t feel that deep connection, which made her realise he’s not for her. The twins adore him, to say the least. He’s been playing with them and watching Disney movies whilst I ‘accidently’ took one of the twin’s seats beside him to cuddle.

Now my mum is another story.

She acts nice around him, because at least she’s a decent, polite person. But she actually has this little hatred for him, ever since I told her about the curse. She says it’s inevitable, because he might be a sweetheart and a gentleman, but he’s the reason she might find me dead in my room one of these days, I quote. I think she’s just being dramatic, as every mother should be and I understand she cares about me, but blaming Harry is not right. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve told her that I’m not alone in this, that Harry can die too, she still defends her beliefs with the excuse of me being the reason why Harry might die, but it’s Anne’s position to judge me or not.

I think that excuse is stupid. Might be right, but it still is stupid.

As to Harry and I, we’ve been getting more burns than usual, and my insides just hurt from thinking of him.

He has told me about how a few nights back he woke up from a wet dream about me- making me blush at the thought of the curly boy moaning and whining in his sleep- and when he went to get off in order to carry on sleeping his guts felt like they were being set on fire. That was enough for his boner to die and make him have a cold tea at three in the morning.

I tried to get off to him, only to confirm that the same happens to me. Which only means we can’t have anymore ‘fun’; not together, not alone.

Mrs. Pepper has been pressuring me to start drinking blood again, especially Harry’s, so that the day I have to bite him my body will be used to the flavour. But it’s hard to explain that to Harry without him freaking out. What if he doesn’t want to? He’d still do it, but it’d be horrifying for him. She also told me about a hospital in a near city that has at least six patients in vegetative state, but I refused to go before starting to drink blood again, so that is why I’ve been procrastinating this long.

Also, Perrie is better now, and she’s been going to school for the past four days, looking shiny and new. Zayn is always by her side, and it kills me to see them being all lovey dovey or horny as fuck without a single sparkle floating between them. It kills me to see them kiss and not contorting their faces in pain. It kills me, because I’m jealous, because that’s not my case, because Harry and I can’t do that anymore.

Niall has no idea as to why Perrie went from zombie to sunshine one day to another, but he says he’s glad she’s okay now.

At least someone is okay.

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“Tomlinson!” I hear my name being called by a familiar voice.

“hey Max, Joey. How’s it going?” I ask as I rest my body against the row of lockers with Zayn, waiting for the other three to arrive.

“shut up or I’ll punch your face right now” he seethes, glaring intensely at me.

“who’s twisting your knickers?” I cock a brow. “Did you two have a falling out? It happens, especially when you have all of the school mocking you. It puts pressure on the relationship” I tell them nonchalantly, but it takes Max a second to connect his fist to my face.