Harry POV:
I feel like my brain has been ambushed by Louis. Every single move and privet moment is clouded with thoughts of him. His smile, his body, his way of talking, every single detail I've seen recently or before seems to be a never ending cycle of LouisLouisLouis and nothing I try seems to break this sudden spell. It seems like the moment I accepted the fact that I can have feelings meant that I focus on nothing but him. I sometimes even catch myself on wondering if he likes the sea spray that gently hits the face when it collides with the ship like I do, and it instantly makes my heart feel warm and my brain freeze as if it's a robber that's been caught in the act. It baffles me how less tense my thoughts are and how things seem to be flowing gently in the right direction. It's only been three days since I first had a taste of Louis' lips and I can't seem to stop thinking about it or even craving it. And his god damn scent makes it worse. It's getting harder for me to drink from another human when his smell has basically bottled itself in my room. It even reached the point where I wish it was Louis I was feeding on and not some random girl that wouldn't stop screaming. It's truly maddening. I feel like I'm going to burst from the emotions that are circling my body and heart.
It's becoming hard for me to hold myself back from attacking him or doing affectionate things when he's either trying to help Samuel with some of the works I assign him or just casually conversing with some of the crew members who are starting to warm up to him. For example, right now I'm trying to write in the ship diary, but I can't seem to focus when Louis is sitting on the bed, reading one of the old scrolls he found in the box that's filled with them droning on about other ships we have encountered before and the boring daily routines. He was only wearing one of my shirts and it reached halfway through his thighs, a part of his body that I've never seen, and nothing else. He claimed that it was too hot for clothes, I didn't understand what he was aiming at until he dropped his pants and fell on the bed.
It took me a few seconds to realize that what I was seeing is real and not just a figment of my imagination. And when I asked him what was he doing, he just gave me this confused look and said, "I'm reading. What does it look like I'm doing?"
It's been approximately five minutes since that and I don't know how to shut up my mind against the voice in my head egging me on to just kiss him and possibly ravish him; if he wanted it that is. I sighed heavily as, now, the image of Louis moaning under me is flashing in my head like a lighthouse. I finally couldn't take it, "why are you laying in my bed, in only my shirt? I get it, it's hot, but... for God's sake!" I palmed my forehead at how stupid I sounded.
I glanced at Louis and barely caught the glimpse of a smirk vanishing, "Oh you minx," I said in surprise. Louis bit his bottom lip but didn't deny anything, I figured that's my cue to do something. I stood up, chair scraping loudly, and strode to him. He pretended that he wasn't paying attention to me, so I took the scroll that he didn't even open, and threw it on the floor by my bed. He looked up at me innocently but he wasn't fooling anyone with it. We didn't say anything, just took the liberty to stare at each other for a moment, trying to find something or possibly memorize each other's features.
Louis sighed and that broke the moment and I remembered that I should be doing something here. I looked at him one more time, just to be sure, then I hovered over him. I didn't allow any patch of skin to touch his, "is this what you wanted?" I asked.
Louis smirked faintly, "no, I was thinking of a much closer position."
I allowed my mind to second-guess the whole situation before I shrugged it off. There's no reason for me to act all against it now if someone to find out about us then let them, I'll be sure to feed them to the fish. With that thought in mind, I leaned down and teasingly stopped a few centimeters away from his lips. His eyelids dropped down in a daze as he waited for me to kiss him, but I intended to make him wait for a few seconds more. When barely two seconds passed, he rolled his eyes and grabbed the collar of my shirt and somehow managed to flip our positions where I'm laying down and he's straddling my hips, shirt riding higher on his thighs. The newly exposed skin distracted me and my eyes fixated on it.
"Samuel told me that you haven't been feeding well," Louis commented as he looked down on me.
I was a bit sidetracked by the change of the subject as I hoped he knew how confusing he sounded. "Um, what does that have to do with anything? It's not like I'm going to kill myself, I know better. I just make use of what we have," I explained.
Louis was biting the inside of his lip as he seemed lost in thought for a moment, "Louis, is everything okay?" I finally had to ask.
Louis' head snapped back to meet my eyes, "Oh, yeah I'm fine."
Louis leaned down and without another word placed his lips on mine. I didn't move right away, but after a few seconds I succumbed to the feeling of his lips and placed my hands on his waist. I kissed him with as much fervor as I could muster and he kissed me just as eagerly. Louis suddenly pulled away, breathing fast, "I want you to drink from me." Louis said in a rush.
"W-what? Louis, It's okay. You don't have to offer yourself just because of a comment from Samuel. I'm doing alright," I tried to assure Louis.
Louis huffed in frustration, "Please, Harry. I don't know why I'm offering but I'm really worried about you and the fact you haven't been feeding much. I know it will be painful but I know you won't kill me."
I sighed as I sat up, Louis still in my lap, "I-I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. Just do it and let me stop worrying about your health," Louis said.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, I felt an immense overflow of love towards Louis. The last person that truly worried about my well-being was my mother, and it's been almost seventy years since she passed away. No one worried about me, not even Liam or Zayn, so having Louis worried about me and wanting me to bite him, knowing that it would hurt, just to be assured is something I've never imagined anyone doing.
"Okay, fine. I'll do it, but only a little. I don't want you to be tired after I'm done," I finally relented.
Louis nodded a blush coating the top of his cheeks. I flipped us back into the first position, Louis laying under me, and started trailing kisses from his lips to his neck. I took the liberty in biting the skin under his jaw, just with a little bit of force to make the skin red and possibly bruise. I heard him moan at the move and took that as a sign to bite him and get this over with.
I felt Louis' hand on the back of my neck, tangling in some strands of hair. He pushed me down gently till my lips connected to his soft skin again, I smirked and wrapped an arm around his waist, lifting him a little off the bed. "Pull my hair as hard as you can if I don't stop," I whispered to him. I felt him nod against my cheek and that was all I needed to bite down and sink my fangs into him. I heard him gasp at the initial pain and his hand tangled more into my hair, but they weren't pushing just holding.
I felt the flow of his blood hit my tongue and it seemed to spark something in me that made me hold him close and want to not waste a single drop of him. I moaned as the blood flow seemed to be never-ending, even though somewhere in the back of my mind I knew the moment it would stop it would mean that I killed him, but the thought felt so far away and unreal that I didn't pay it much mind. Then I could feel my ignored hunger awaken and demand more like a spoiled child. I knew I had to stop when I felt it, but his blood tasted even much better than before, it's possible that the bond might've enhanced it, but it wasn't good news to Louis. I tried to pull away but my body seemed to refuse the effort. I could feel a dull pain erupt in the back of my head and that was warning enough, I was taking this too far.
I heard Louis say something but it sounded so far away and the sound of the blood flowing in my body was so loud that it covered it and made it incoherent. I started to panic inside, this is not supposed to happen, why am I not able to stop? What's happening to me? These questions fired in my brain but I had no answer to them. I tried again to pull away and this time I made sure to try every bit of my strength to help, but it still wouldn't work. I felt helpless and didn't know what to do, I'm going to kill Louis, this is the worst thing that could happen to either of us. Yet I don't understand it myself, no one said anything about losing control.
It felt like hours when I'm sure it's been a few minutes when I felt something sharp sink into my neck and leave just as quickly. It brought everything back with a roar of sounds and colors. I took a big breath as I wrenched myself away from Louis but it felt like I wasn't the one doing it. I was able to see Louis crying as blood seemed to have exploded everywhere in the spot where I bit him. He even had some on his cheek and nose. What the hell happen? that was the last thought I had when I felt another sting in my neck. I turned to see who did it and saw Zayn with his emergency case by the bed, holding an empty syringe in his hand as he looked at me with confused worry.
I wanted to ask him what happened and why? but as soon as I attempted to open my mouth I felt my limbs grow heavy and my eyelids seemed to give up on staying open and I suddenly was toppling onto the floor, very much awake but not able to do anything about it. And soon after, the darkness tricked me and I fell victim to a deep sleep.
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I tried so hard not to be a dark Larry through this, but I couldn't resist it! I dislike the beginning of the chapter but consider this as a filler. The ending actually surprised me tbh I wasn't expecting that to happen. Anyways, thank you all for reading and voting, if you choose to do so, it means a lot to me.
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