Can You Feel My Heart? {{Larry Stylinson Roleplay, Private}}

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    Harry smirked and hopped down from the counter. "Well then we should play hide and seek in the dark. Try finding me then.", he said as he let his fingers walk across Louis' shoulders playfully.


    Louis let out a soft chuckle before nodding, "Do you want to do that now, while this is cooking? Or wait until after?", he asked before spinning around on his heel to face him.


    "After. I do better when I have a tummy full of ramen.", he giggled as he patted his stomach and scampered off into the living room. He studied all the old pictures that hanged on the walls. "So uh, when did you get bitten?", he called from the living room.



    "But what year though? These pictures look ancient.", Harry called from the living room once more. He then walked over to a large book case and grabbed once of the books. It looked to be about as old as the pictures. He opened the front cover and read the title. 'Journal- Volume 1 written by Louis Tomlinson'.



    Harry paid no attention as he read in the journal. He walked into the kitchen, pale as a ghost. "You are... A very descriptive and dark writer...", he mumbled as he shut the book and placed it on the counter. "Uhm...", he trailed off and blinked with shock.


    Louis gulped as he glanced at the book, his eyes turned a dark green color which meant he was nervous. "Y-you read some of it?", he asked nervously.


    Harry nodded and glanced up at Louis, seeing that his eyes had changed colour. "I-I didn't mean to. I was just curious and... I'm s-sorry. I didn't mean anything by it Louis... I promise...", he said quickly as he backed away from the vampire, unsure if he would turn out to be his meal or not.


    "My eyes turn black when I'm angry... their green because I'm nervous of what you think of me now...", he said softly before turning back to the pot.


    "Ohh.. I think no differently of you. I mean sure, living here in England back in that time was kind of hard so... I can understand the struggle as written in your journal. But... You're just so descriptive...", he said in a low voice, looking down at the tiled floor. "And I like it..", he finally said as he looked up, looking at Louis.


    "Oh... well thanks", he smiled as his eyes turned back to their original color. He took the spoon and stirred the noodles around a bit more before turning the stove off and grabbed a bowl, pouring the ramen noodles into it for Harry. "Here you are, love", he said with a smile before handing him the meal.


    Harry smiled and began eating with the fork he managed to find in the first drawer he opened. "Thank you, boo... I mean.. Louis.", he said blushing. He ate quietly after words, standing in the kitchen. He slurped at the noodles and swallowed them with ease.