WARNING- DEATH, DARK THEMES ⚠️

"I'm hungry lou..."

"Well go get yourself some breakfast then. I'm not stopping you" Louis muttered, his voice laced with sleep.

"But can't you-"

Louis cut him off. "No. I gave you dinner last night, if you're still hungry you can get yourself something. I'm sleeping."

Harry sighed, "Fine." He was always so cranky when he was hungry.

"Love you babes," Louis smiled lazily with his eyes closed.

"Yeah, yeah. I love you too." Harry responded as his cute husband rolled over and went back to sleep.

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It was funny how they met, well, funny as in ironic. Not amusing.

Louis took in a deep breath, letting the grassy smoke go deep into his lungs before letting the it go, "We should probably stop doing this every night" he laughed, passing the joint over to zayn, his best friend- and nightly smoking buddy.

"I know... don't think we will though" Zayn smiled, leaning his head against the cold brick wall.

"Nah never," Louis replied. He knew smoking weed in the middle of a rundown alleyway at three in the morning probably wasn't the smartest.

But it was basically routine at this point, it had been their spot since they were teens. They didn't have to smoke there anymore, they were adults, with their own places. It was just what they'd always done, and they kind of stuck with it.

They were more than a little startled when a tall dark figure approached. Louis froze, his blood running cold as the man sat down in front of them, legs crossed and pale face illuminated by the moonlight. "Can I have a hit?"

Louis wasn't so scared now, more mesmerized. He had a beautiful face, and his voice was low and even. "Oh.. yeah sure of course." He stammered, nudging Zayn who was holding the ever disintegrating stick. Zayn gave him a confused look, before reaching to hand him the joint.

"Thanks," came the reply of the man, his tone dark as he grabbed his wrist tightly, causing him to drop the spliff onto the concrete.

It all happened so fast from there. Louis watched as the strange, beautiful man, gripped Zayn's neck, hovering over him. He knew he should've felt more upset than he was. More scared.

The fact was, he just wasn't scared though, he wasn't upset, he was in a trance just watching it all happen. And, before he knew it- Zayn was dead.

He sat, frozen, as the man came over to him, sitting beside him. "What's your name?" He asked, turning his head to make eye contact.

"Louis..." his voice was hardly above a whisper.

"Louis... I like that. It suits you. Mines Harry by the way."

This all felt to casual for the situation and Louis was so confused at why he felt so calm, and safe.

Who the hell would feel safe in this situation? He wondered.

"Well Uh, you're not gonna kill me are you Harry?" He asked.

"No no, not you. You're too beautiful to die." Harry responded, and Louis was feeling all too infatuated with this man. "You're a little calm for someone who just lost his friend though, I must say."

"Well I uh- " Louis paused, trying to figure out why he was so calm. This wasn't normal, he knew that much.

"You're entranced? I tend to have that affect on people" Harry responded with a smirk, and Louis felt himself just melting.

"Oh?" Louis quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah.. you jealous?"

"No no.. of course not..." Louis stammered, feeling so strange and confused.

"Well I'm single." He blurted, and Louis just stared at him.

"Okay....?" He responded, this guy was weirding him out but he was enjoying it.

"Wanna come to my place? I promise, I won't bite." He said grinning, "Well, not tonight at least."

"Mmmm" Louis looked at him carefully. "Guess I better be gone by tomorrow then"

"Guess so," Harry shrugged getting up and reaching for Louis' hand. "So you're coming then?"

Louis nodded, against his better judgement and followed him home.

"What about the body?" Louis asked, surprising himself at how casually he was talking about this.

"It'll be fine" Harry responded, "you didn't touch him did you?"

"No... only the joint" Louis replied.

"Well I took care of that so we're good."

"But what about your dna?" Louis asked.

"Don't worry about that."

"But, they could catch you easily with that."

"Trust me," Harry put a hand on his shoulder. "It'll be fine."

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"How was breakfast?" Louis asked, looking up from his phone as Harry walked back into the bedroom.

"It was good, guy's name was Niall" Harry replied "his blood just wasn't as sweet as yours though baby."

"Well," Louis laughed "You know you have a limit with me, cuz you gotta keep me alive if you want more of my blood."

His favorite vampire smiled, his teeth slightly stained from the fresh blood. "Suppose you're right on that one. Been dead 114 years and I've never had blood as sweet as yours."

"Well maybe it's sweet cuz I love you." Louis smirked as Harry got into bed, wrapping his cold arms around him.

Louis knew how twisted, and strange this relationship was. But, it's wild what a person will do for love.

Sorry it's been so long! Life's been crazy and my brain has run dry! Please vote and comment if you like it :) -Sunnie