Unnatural// 5SOS & 1D

Blood// part five

h.s: Heavenly

"Next week." I gasped and Harry started laughing.

"Are you serious!" I exclaimed. "Are you fucking serious?" He nodded his head and I launched myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I cried out, hugging him tightly. Harry had just informed me that I would be able to see my family next week.

After nearly a month of being undead, I was ready to see them. Harry was confident I wasn't going to snap in a crowd and we had gone out several times the past couple of weeks to test this theory. The first time was a little rough. Harry had to practically drag me out of the city but the last few I was able to walk around, talk to him and act normal for nearly the entire day.

The news reports on my death had long since stopped broadcasting and while they were still searching for my body, most of the volunteers had given up. I was excited to see my parents and clear some stuff up with them. "Whoa, careful you don't break me." Harry said hugging me back.

"Right.. Strength. I still haven't gotten used to it." I murmured, pulling back.

"Yeah, I know. Remember when you tackled me and almost broke my spine."

"Hey! That's not even my fault. I was getting back at you for scaring me the night before." Harry shook his head at me.

"You're so childish."

"Oh shut up. You know you love me." Harry smirked, rolling his eyes. Harry and I have always been subtly flirtatious since I got here but it had gotten a little worse since we started going out and killing people together. Call me crazy but there was something intimate about draining the life out of someone with him.

I love watching him drink blood from our victims, who I found out were usually criminals who had either gotten the charges dropped or found not guilty in their crimes. Harry showed me how he picked victims and it was pretty cool reading up on all of them before we killed them.

He was very clean when it came to drinking blood and more often than not, I was sort of a mess. After one particular killing, I had gotten blood on my hands and when I was licking them clean, like it was chocolate, I found Harry watching me. "What?" I asked a little embarrassed. Harry smiled.

"Nothing." He watched me a lot after that.

"Hey, are you hungry?" Harry asked, snapping me out of my daze. I smiled, the thought of blood dripping down my chin pushing my fangs out. "I'll take that as a yes. Let's go."

Our victim for the day was a women in Washington who was found not guilty in the drowning of her infant son. She had pleaded for insanity but Harry and I thought she was lying. She was going to be moved to a psych ward in a week. Harry and I were going to get to her first though.

Since it was the dead of night, we didn't bother with formalities, we just went through her backdoor. We could hear the TV on in her living room and she was sitting on the couch watching some sort of soap opera. "Oh I like this one. What's happening?" I questioned. The women jumped up screaming. Leaping over the couch, I grabbed her hair and sank my fangs into her neck. She wouldn't stop screaming or calling out for help and she kept hitting me and pulling on my hair but I didn't really feel it.

I pulled back, her blood on my lips. I turned to look at Harry and he was smirking staring at me. The women was whimpering, going limp with exhaustion and fear. I dropped her and she feel to the ground. Walking towards Harry, I put my arms around his neck and started kissing him. His hands gripped my hips as he kissed me back. I knew making out with him like this would be so hot.

"Hold on." He whispered pulling back a little. He licked the blood off his lips. "I'm really fucking hungry." He disappeared and I turned to find him draining the women of the rest of her blood. I watched him, getting the blood off my fingers. Harry glanced back up at me, pushing his hair back. In a second he was back in front of me, his hands on my cheeks. "You're so hot like this." He whispered. I kissed him again to shut him up.

I nearly tore his clothes off in the hallway of that women's house. He wouldn't let me though. "It's weird. I don't want to fuck you in some dead women's house." He murmured kissing my neck.

"I honestly couldn't give a shit." Harry smiled lifting his head to look at me.

"I know you don't. We have to leave though. Somebody heard the screams and called the cops." I listened carefully and found that he was right. We had to leave. We took off, racing each other back to Harry's house.

I wanted to start off where we left off at the women's house but the moment was gone and I didn't want to make it awkward so we carried on like nothing happened.

Later that week though as I was leaving his shed, a bag of blood in my hand, he ambushed me in the living room. "Hello. You need something?" I questioned as he stepped towards me. I saw the look in his eyes though.

"Let me taste the blood on your lips again." I barely had time to set the bag down before he was kissing me. His hands were in my hair, tugging at the roots. I pulled him against me, kissing him back. We somehow ended up in his room, I was sitting on top of him, his arms around my waist. "That thing you did back at that women's house." Harry whispered, tugging at the hem of my shirt.

"Where I kissed you after drinking her blood?" He smirked.

"That was the hottest thing ever.  I can't believe I've never thought of that."

"I'm pretty much a genius." I whispered.

"God it was like heaven." He murmured. We stopped talking after that. We had better things to do.