A.N: Guess what! My laptop broke down! And it wasn't my fault, entirely, maybe a little bit, much, but okay maybe it was my fault but ssssh! How could I know that screens crack that simple? I'm sorry for the wait, but hey I wrote it down in my notebook and typed the chapter in as soon as i got access to the internet. It's also my longest chapter ever! (A bit more than 2K so still not that long, but yeah)

A massive thank you for all the votes, comments, fans, ... If i could, I'd give every one of you some berrie skittles! (those are the best) I also wish everyone good luck with the incoming exams (I have Latin already thursday and I haven't even begun learning yet, ... Ugh the thugh life)

And WOW! It has justed started to snow outside! (Yes, melting snow is still snow) so I'm in a very good mood! I hope you like the chapter and please if you have any suggestions, feedback leave them behind :) I'm going to end this major author note now and just let you read...

toodles noodles!

This chapter is called 'Freedom' for obvious reasons

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Louis’ POV

After a good hour of childlike behaviour, running till his legs seemed wanting to fall underneath him, he fell with a loud thumb on his back on the soft grass in a glade in the middle of the woods. His sparkling eyes watched the white, fluffy clouds in the sky form different figures.

He took a deep breath to inhale the fresh air filled with a diversity of scents. He could smell the jasmines, rooting proudly next to him, rabbits, who have been jumping on this piece of land only minutes ago, and the sunlight.

The sunlight was warming his skin up and brightening his mood even more. Louis was really glad that the ancient vampire stories were wrong about this and that he wouldn’t get turned into ashes if the vampire even dared to look at the light coming from the big star that humans called ‘sun’. He really wasn’t sure that he could’ve ever given that up, if he should’ve done.

While entwining his fingers with the tall grass, curling them around it and then pulled hard so that a small pile of the plant was slowly beginning to form next to him, he finally felt it for real. The thing that he had come looking for in this hundred years old forest. The thing that he had seemed to have lost.

Freedom.

He wanted to spend all his days like this. Mind blank, sun on his face and air. Everything was easy. No confusing tall, lads with curly hair who Louis wanted to cherish and rip into pieces at the same time. No teachers jelling at him for having awful maths talents. No Liam working on his nerves or telling him what to do. The only thing he needed was freedom. And food. Yes, he definitely wanted yummie food too. And blood of course, sweet blood to keep him alive. Preferably the blood of a cute boy. One with bright, green eyes and clumsy feet. And with dimples forming when he smiles. And he should have a deep, slow voice and a sincerity that was very hard to find these days.

And… Well fuck, Louis really couldn’t leave harry behind, could he? Only two days and the vampire was already completely and utterly smitten with the lad. Already needing him like a heart needs a beat.

And well, he couldn’t leave Liam behind either. The lad was actually very nice and funny. He was the best friend, almost brother, that Louis could’ve ever wished for even if he could be a little bit irritating sometimes, but that goes with having a brother. How could Lhe have ever even been considered it to abandom Liam?

Louis closed his eyes again. He knew that he couldn’t lie here forever and should head back sometime, but as long as this precious feeling of freedom lasted, Louis made sure he would enjoy every moment of it.

When the September sun was halfway in his journey of leaving the sky, Louis decided to jump up and head back to the civilized world. He was sick of only being able to talk to a seemingly mute bird (It had only started singing after Louis had left it alone, which hurt the lad a little, but he would never confess that.) and Louis was dying for some company. Alright, he should admit that his previous plan really hadn’t been that bright of an idea at all.

First he wanted to check if Eleanor was in for a little chat, knowing that the lessons of her school only started tomorrow, but he soon decided against when he saw her and Danielle snogging on their bed through her window. Liam had been right about that after all.

The vampire then just decided to go back to his own dorm, so he’d be on time for no one to have noticed his absence,or well he hoped so.

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Harry’s POV

Harry was sitting cosy on his bed, strangled in a knot of sheets with a bowl of lucky charms in his lap. He had the last course free, spening it alone in his dorm because apparently their teacher had the flue, (Actually she probably was still on vacation, but you won’t hear Harry complain.) and none of his mates attended that class. It was only the first day of school, so he really wasn’t bothered to start doing his homework already. He'll be doing that for more than enough time during the next couple of months.

The lad was busy stuffing another spoon of cereal in his mouth when he saw the door handle bend down. That soon followed by a blue eyed lad waltzing in. A bright smile was formed on his face and he seemed so much more at ease than he had been that morning. As Louis caught eye of Harry’s present, his blue eyes lit up even more, getting a mischievous sparkle.

Like nothing had ever happened that day, Louis made Harry the center of his attention and asked him.

‘Shouldn’t you be in class now?’

Harry was still a little bit suspicious because of earlier events so he retorded back in a quite harsh manner that the other lad didn't really deserve.

‘No, my teacher’s absent. The real question is “Why aren’t you in class?” ‘

He felt courageous at the moment and while squinting his eyes he even dared to continue.

‘You were supposed to be in my French class according to the teacher, but don’t panic, I told her you were sick.’

Harry added the last part, because he already regretted his harsh tone, even giving a small smile at the end. Louis beamed at him in return

‘Well thank you Curly! That shall be remembered.’

Harry shrugged, turning his attention back to the bowl on his lap, ‘I’ve got to take care of my roommate.'

The conversation paused. The curly haired lad dragged another spoon to his still full mouth and Louis opened a can of Sprite, starting to drink with big, loud gulps. Afterwards he looked back at the other lad with a different facial expression. Harry couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it seemed like Louis was thinking things over, almost hesitating if he should or shouldn't do something. He kept looking at Harry that way until he suddenly cleared the silence.

‘You wanna come out and do something?’

‘Do what?’

Harry was still suspicious. After he’d seen the lad mysteriously disappear, he didn’t know if he could trust him like that.

‘I don’t know? Going on an adventure or something?’

‘An adventure? But we’re at school?’ Harry spread his eyes wide open, like he couldn’t believe what Louis was asking him.

‘yes, an adventure! We’ll even bring our psychology homework, so we can do something productive if you want.’

Harry didn’t know if he could deny Louis anything as the lad was looking with big, hopeful eyes at him. He bit his lip, showing his hesistance, and turned his gaze to his lap. When he looked back at Louis, he saw that the lad had come closer. Suddenly he felt his wrist being grabbed and was soon being dragged along by an enthusiastic Louis. Harry barely had time to put on some shoes, before they were already making their way outside.

The moment that the fresh autumn air hit them, Louis quickened his pace and soon they were running on the grass to an for Harry unknown destination.

‘Wait… Hold on!’

He tried to shout, but the shorter lad didn’t hear him, or at least he pretended not to hear him.

‘Where are we going?’

Still no answer.

Suddenly Louis stopped in front of a big fence and an oak tree. Harry grabbed his knees trying to catch some breath, while Louis wasn’t even panting a little. He only stared at the huge tree. Then all of a sudden he turned to Harry.

‘Let’s climb this tree!’

Harry wasn’t given any time to protest, ‘cause Louis immediately started to put his right foot on the lowest branch and grabbed another one with his left hand. Soon the fringed haired lad was climbing the tree like a true monkey. He was almost halfway to the top as he choose a firm looking branch to sit on, pausing his climb for a second.

‘Come on, Curly! What are you waiting for?’

When Harry just kept standing at the bottom, blinking confusedly with his eyes, Louis added with a laugh.

‘I am growing old over here.’

That seemed to get Harry out if his daze and encourage him to start coming after Louis. It was soon obvious that climbing the oak tree wasn’t half as easy as the other lad had made it appear. Little twigs were cutting through the fabric of his jeans and he could feel his arms getting more tired by the minute because they had to repeatedly haul his weight.

Finally after an 8 minutes during climb (4 times slower than Louis’ one), Harry was able to take a seat next to the other lad on the big, firm branch.

‘You made it!’ He proclaimed, lifting his hand trying to high five Harry, but soon giving up as he saw that Harry didn’t take the hint.

‘Uhm, yeah, I did,’ was the awkward answer instead.

During a short silence they both watched the ground several meters beneath them, sunken in their own thoughts.

‘So,’ Harry started, ‘you wanted to continue with psychology?’

‘Oh yes, if you want. I have the questionnaire here somewhere.’

After a short search, he revealed a slightly crumbled and folded sheet together with a pen out of the pocket of his jeans.

‘We were at question 11.’

Louis cleared his throat before reading it out loud.

‘If a genie granted you one wish, what would you wish for?’ He turned his head in Harry’s direction, patiently awaiting his answer.

‘Uhm, tree more wishes?’

His answer sounded like a question instead. But really, what else should he answer to that? Harry shrugged, showing that he didn't thought the question was that much of a deal. However the other lad didn't seem to share his opinion as Louis threw him a baffled look, oddly taken aback by his seemingly normal answer.

‘You can’t be serious? You have all the opportunities in the world and you end up answering that question with “Three more wishes”? That’s just plain mean!'

Harry got uncomfortable by the sudden burst of attention from the other lad. He shifted on the branch, trying not to meet Louis’ eyes as he was a bit ashamed that he had disappointed him like that, even if it had just been by giving a stupid answer.

‘Well, what would you wish for then?’

‘I don’t know. A lifetime of free food, or being able to drink without ever getting hungover, maybe even just the cliché “Finding true love” one, or just wishing freedom. But never the uncreative “three more wishes”!’

Louis shook his head, like he really couldn't grasp Harry's way of thinking. Ignoring the insult of his lack of fantasy, Harry afterwards asked the one thing that had caught his own attention.

‘What do you mean with “just freedom”?’

Louis got a dreamy gloom in his eyes, thinking back about certain, earlier events.

‘You know, freedom. Doing what you want whenever you want. Not caring about anything society obliges you to. Freedom.’

‘So the same reason as for your bird answer from this morning?’

Louis chuckled, nudging the curly haired guy in the side

‘Yes, that’s right. Sharp, Curly.’

He continued after his face got a more serious expression, his eyes watching the clouds above them again.

‘It’s just,... I don't know, life can be like a prison. Even your own body can feel like a prison sometimes.’

‘That’s some deep shit, Louis,’ Harry nodded, agreeing with the statement. Afterwards he added.

‘Someone should write a song about that.’

Louis giggled, in a manly way of course, cutting the tension that had slowly formed because of their serious talk.

‘Something tells me that you’d volunteer to do that.’

‘Yeah, sure. With all my music skills and such,’ Harry snorted.

‘Oh come on!’ Louis playfully hit Harry on the thigh. ‘I bet you would be a fantastic singer with your deep voice and such.’

‘Oh no! Absolutely not! When I was 14 a mate dared me to join an open mic night and my voice just kept cracking. It was so embarrassing.’

Louis laughed even harder, showing his white teeth, while imagining a young Harry trying to sing in front of all those people.

They kept chatting happily and neglecting their psychology homework until the sun had vanished behind the horizon, letting the moon reveal its shape.

The boys then both jumped out of the tree, landing on their butt, but keeping a smile on their face. They sprinted off in the direction of the canteen, trying not to miss dinner. Harry hadn't thought again about the odd behaviour that Louis had shown in the past days as he had just enjoyed his lovely afternoon. And Louis was glad that he’d finally gotten a chance to know the intriguing, curly haired lad, with the best smell ever, better.

If someone would have been watching the boys, they would say it had seemed like the beginning of just a normal, but nevertheless beautiful friendship. But you know what they say:

'everything is never what it seems'