[A/N]: I haven't updated in such a LONG time. I'm back, do people even read this? Vote and comment. xx

Louis whimpered unintentionally once he heard those words leave his lips and said, "W-What?"

Harry smirked at him before he leaned close and said, "I want you and only you."

Louis didn't know how to answer him from how shocked he was so he kept adverting his eyes away. He said, "You don't even know me yet," and pushed him away a bit so that he could stand up.

Harry stood in front of him and said, "But I want to, if you would let me," and held both of his hands into his larger ones.

All his life, Louis didn't ever think of getting sexual or romantic with anyone as a punishment for being a vampire. He didn't want to get close to anyone because he needed time to heal while watching the people he loves dying. One by one, they all left him behind in this cruel world. He shook his head and said, "I can't do this," and walked away.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he watched him walk away. He asked, "Do you not like me?"

Louis froze in his spot at the question while his back was facing him and said sadly, "I shouldn't like you this much already," and disappeared out of sight.

Harry stood there for a moment trying to take in the information that he just received. At that moment he realized that he not only wanted him in his life, he needed him.

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It's been a week and Louis tried to avoid the curly haired vampire at all costs. The more he looked into his green emerald eyes, the more he fell deeper. He knew that he shouldn't like someone so quick or fall too hard because nothing ever went right. Why should it now?

The weather was cold, too cold for his liking but at the same time, he thought that maybe the colder he gets, the more frozen his heart would be. He doesn't want to feel love or passion because it's just so scary and new to him.

It has been 83 years since he was turned into a vampire and 83 years since he has ever felt anything.

Louis rested his back against the wall for a moment, breathing in and out the cold air, watching the fog leave his lips. Simple things in life still entertains him and he doesn't want more. Couldn't ask for more.

Liam is calling him frantically but he doesn't answer. Doesn't want to talk or listen at the moment. He just wants silence because it's his only friend. Liam is his friend too but Liam cares, silence doesn't. Taking a deep breath, he gives in and answers his phone, "Yes?"

Liam let out a sigh of relief and asked, "Where have you been?" as he walked around the large house.

Louis looked around and all he saw was darkness. He said, "I'm not sure."

"Not sure?" Liam stopped walking with his eyebrows pinched together in concentration.

Louis started walking and said, "I will be home soon, don't wait up," and hung up. He kept his phone in his pocket and lit up a cigarette to calm down his nerves. He went to every one of his family member's funeral over the years and the pain just doesn't seem to end.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked while watching the short lad let out a puff of smoke.

Louis chuckled and said while looking up at the sky in amusement, "Please tell me that you're not stalking me."

Harry took in his breathtaking features before answering, "Liam is worried about you."

Louis stepped on his cigarette and said, "Liam worries about everything," and looked at the moonlight. It wasn't as beautiful as Harry's eyes but it was close.

Harry stood in front of him, blocking out the moonlight's view and said, "You have been avoiding me all week."

Louis adverted his eyes away and turned around as he said, "I wasn't, just got busy," and started walking away.

"Stop."

Louis stopped walking away for a second and took a deep breath while resting both of his hands on his face with his eyes closed. He said, "Why couldn't you just leave me alone? It would have been much easier."

"Easier to what?" Harry asked as he stepped closer to him and gently spun him around.

"You found him, thank god," Liam told the curly haired vampire and added, "Louis, we're going home."

Louis looked at Harry for a moment before he looked at Liam and said, "I was just heading there anyway," and walked away, waiting for his friend to follow.

Liam looked at Harry in confusion before he started walking home with Louis.

Once the two reached home, Liam asked, "What was that all about?"

Louis shrugged carelessly and said bluntly, "Went out for a smoke, nothing more, nothing less."

Liam snorted and said, "As if I would ever believe that. Tell me the truth, what has gotten into you lately?" and shrugged off his jacket then placed it on top of the chair.

"I don't want to talk about it, drop it," and walked away until he reached his bedroom. He replaced his clothes with some comfy pajamas that always reminds him of home. A place that is officially gone forever. Nothing feels like home anymore. He got into his empty coffin and looked up at nothing but darkness.

Liam just didn't want to drop it, he went after him and opened the coffin while saying, "I gave you a week, 5 hours, 32 minutes and 3 seconds to get yourself together. I am not dropping it."

Louis looked up at his best friend and said, "You really worry about me, don't you?" which earned him a nod so he sighed and go out of the coffin.

Moments later, Liam handed him a cup of warm blood and sat next to him. He asked, "Tell me from the start, what happened?"

"I started developing feelings again."

Question of the day: What do you guys think of the way Louis thinks?