Demon Begging

Chapter 18

You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down.

*LOUIS' POV*

Niall accompanied me to the Omega bar as soon as I sent word that I was ready. Harry was long

past reluctant, and I almost thought he'd bar up the windows to keep Liam out.

"Socialising is not fun." Harry says, for the fortieth time, still dressed in nothing but shorts.

"I never said socialise, Hazza. I said follow Liam, get your answers, and leave." I answer from

upstairs.

"Same thing."

I sigh. "Why are you so grumpy all of a sudden?"

"Because you're going to a bar for four hours. Without me, mind you."

"It's just four hours." I jog down the stairs. "Can you get drunk?"

"Of course I can."

"Then do it."

"Will you get drunk?"

"No." I laugh, swinging a leg over his hip and straddle his waist. "Hate getting drunk."

"See, I like this." He squeezes my thigh. "Why do you have to go?"

"Do you want me to be blunt?"

"Yes."

"Because you can't feed on me, love. Not in the way you need to."

"I'm not a vampire." He rolls onto his side, taking me with him to be crushed against the couch

back and his chest.

"I know." I brush his hair back. "You're better than that."

"How is a demon better?"

"You have wings."

"Oh yes."

*NARRATOR'S POV*

Harry took a deep breath, and exhaled in a way that would relax him. With relaxation, came his

true form. Demons had to put effort into keeping up their alternate appearances, and Harry would

often just close his eyes so his true form returned and he could rest.

"Go out tonight, please. I won't be at ease until you come back with little red stains on your lips."

Louis easily went when Harry's tail pulled him flush against Harry's torso.

"That's sadistic, Boo."

"I was going for poetic."

When there were three consecutive knocks on the door, Harry growled and the faintest corners of

his dagger teeth were bared.

"Hey." Louis chastised. "Be nice."

"Four hours starts now."

"Not yet, love. C'mon. Get up."

"Can I scare Liam?"

"How?"

"I'll answer the door like this."

"Don't you dare, Harry Styles."

"But you're open to suggestion?" Harry follows when Louis gets up to answer the door.

"Go put some clothes on."

"You didn't kiss me yet."

"I did."