Harry's phone said it was 19:52:27. It meant that if Louis wanted to be on time for their date, he had to get there at that very moment and had to get ready in between eight minutes and, currently, fifteen seconds. Fourteen. Thirteen.

Harry played with the hem of his blazer, letting an irritated huff. He knew Louis had the tendency to be late a lot, but he surely wouldn't do that to Harry? Not for their real first date? The boy actually hadn't seen a trace of Louis since his gracious departure at lunch, seeming as if he had disappeared once again. Something the vampire had liked to do a lot only a little while ago.

Had Louis found another priority that had made him forget about Harry? Had he found another occupation that needed him, something apparently much more important than the date that even he himself had planned? Harry could only guess, but the time kept going by without any sign of the lovely vampire.

Only three minutes to go until the clock stroke twelve and Harry had decided to just give up. Louis had clearly forgotten all about him, so there wasn't a single reason why he shouldn't change into his PJ's to watch romcom's and eat Snicker bars. Just when he had shrugged his blazer off, he heard someone knocking on their door. As he didn’t know anyone else that would knock on his door, he assumed it was one of his best friends. They had probably forgotten Harry’s mention of a date and were bored, wanting to hang out. Oh Well, why not? Harry surely could need a Niall or Zayn to vent to right now!

"I'm coming," he groaned, putting his jacket on again and made his way over to the door. There, he was met by a surprising, but also very appealing sight.

In front of him stood none other than Louis Tomlinson, dressed in black trousers, a button-up and, were that braces? His hair modeled into a little quiff, making his eyes stand more out, the blue more intoxicating. Over-all his appearance was just breath-taking.

"Good evening, my dear Harold. I would love for your presence to accompany me on a lovely stroll at twilight."

"Uhm, I, Harold?" Harry uttered, goofy smile playing on his lips. How did Louis manage to get ready, all of his clothes were in his dorm? And why was he talking like a 100 year old bachelor?

"Yes, Harold," Louis repeated, eyes dazzling with mischief but his face not showing anything but a serious expression, "I would like to court you by taking you on a date, please."

Harry fully beamed now, dimples popping his cheeks, "What's with the old-fashioned crap?"

Louis rolled his eyes, letting his facade fall off, "Here I was trying to be romantic and shit, because I foundd dating in the 19th century much more romantic than nowadays, and you just make fun of me!" he cried fake-scandalized, his hand laid over his heart.

"Please excuse me, my fair maiden," Harry bowed, playing along, "let me accept this invitation and accept your invitation of a nice stroll." He extended his arm for Louis to take.

"Oi, last time I checked you were the girl as I was taking you on a date!" But he still draped his hand over Harry's elbow, accepting the gesture.

"So, what did you have in mind for our lovely date, my dear Louise?" Harry grinned.

Louis decided to just fight fire with fire, "Why don't you just wait, lovely Harriet. You haven't seen nothing yet."

And they took off, making even more fun of each other.

*

Harry was comfortable, cuddled together with Louis into a huge blanket watching the stars dazzling and twinkle high above them. They were shining a happy yellow hue, bright flashes in the night sky, a perfect metaphor for Harry’s own mood. The date was going better than he could have imagined it.

At the beginning of the evening, the vampire had led the two to the roof of the school, a place no student has ever visited before. He had agile climbed the walls, bringing Harry to a spot where a blanket, a picnic basket and a docking station were already left behind. The two of them had spend the rest of the evening together, chatting about their hopes and dreams, eating, kissing and listening to their favourite songs. It wasn’t that special of a date, but it was a date with Louis so Harry wouldn’t trade it in for any other date. It was just that amazing.

Nuzzling his nose in Louis’ neck, he breathed in his scent. His wonderful, addictive scent. The sounds of The Script’s ‘Breakeven’ were fading out and he was just so comfortable in between Louis’ arms. Comfortable, but surely not sleepy.

“I’ll put it out. We should leave anyway,” Louis commented, but didn’t make any effort to gather their stuff.

“Mmh,” Harry mumbled, “not yet. Wanted to try something else first.”

“Yeah? What?”

He didn’t answer. Harry just connected their mouths together in a messy kiss, biting on his lower lip. Louis instantly kissed back, tangling his fingers in Harry’s curls to pull him closer. He wanted to get up, but Harry wouldn’t let him. Instead the boy pushes him down and moved himself in Louis’ lap. Being on top, Harry had the upper-hand, forcing Louis to just let go. He ground their hips together, already feeling the warmth building up in between his legs.

The curly haired pulled away, only for his plump lips to leave a wet, messy path along Louis’ throat, making him moan underneath him. It didn’t happen much with Louis being a vampire, but this time Harry was completely in control, having Louis itching for more but not taking initiative.

He started to fumble with the zipper of Louis’ pants and it wasn’t until that point that Louis finally understood what Harry meant with ‘wanting to try something else’.

“I- Harry- you,” Louis uttered uncoherently, but his words didn’t seem to want Harry stop soon, so the boy continued.

He finally managed to wurm his hand inside of the trousers, into his briefs, and took a steady hold of Louis’ cock. It feels heavy and warm, and a drop of pre-cum has already managed to touch his wrist.

“May I?” Harry asked, eyes black of arousal looking desperately up at Louis. His lips, already red and raw from their kissing, looked absolutely fuckable. No one would’ve been able to decline that invitation.

“Yes, fuck Harry, please,” Louis managed to get out with hitching breath.

Not even half a moment later Harry’s lips had detached their selves to the head, kissing the pre-cum off of it. His tongue carefully wiggled itself in the slit, licking, tasting Louis. The vampire underneath him moaned brokenly, finally getting some kind of relieve for his aching member.

That was Harry’s cue to take him deeper, letting the length in his mouth, sucking softly. He swirled his tongue around it experimentally and hollowed his cheeks. He absolutely enjoyed it, wondering what he had done all those years before without this experience, without the taste of Louis. Trying to swallow, he choked a bit, eyes watering, but it made Louis let another one of his desperate moans so he took it as a win.

“Harry, I’m,” Louis let out suddenly, taking an even more steady hold of his curls and closing his eyes in pure bliss.

The boy only sucked harder, wanting to get him off so badly, wanting to taste even more of Louis. He got back to the tip again to suck there, taking the rest of Louis’ shaft with his hands, pumping.

A moment later, Louis gave a last whimper before letting go completely, coming inside of Harry’s warm mouth. A warm liquid ran inside between his lips and he swallowed quickly, not wanting to waste any drop of it. Afterwards he finally detached his lips and put Louis cock back inside of his trousers. Harry looked up to a worn out Louis who was breathing heavily. His red lips formed a grin as he crawled back over to give Louis a rather chaste peck on the lips.

“Was it good?” He asked innocently, cocky grin still visible.

“Don’t you see me now? didn’t you hear me? And you ask me of it was good? Bloody hell, Harry!” Louis cried, sitting up to give Harry another kiss, “But to answer your question, it was good. Hell, it was amazing, mind blowing.”

“That wasn’t the only thing that was blown,” Harry answered cheekily, “But I’m glad you liked it. I liked it too, very much.” His eyes were already getting that black hue of arousal back, his tongue sinfully licking his lips, making it seem he was ready for round two already.

“Do you want me to return the gesture,” Louis asked, trying to make his words sound lightly.

“Nah, I’m okay. We should get back actually. It’s getting late,” He yawned, suddenly feeling the fatigue hit in as his hormone-driven rush faded away. He already started to gather their things, leaving no input of Louis.

A couple of minutes later, Harry jumped on Louis’ back, eager to go to their dorm again. The backpack on his back bounced a bit as Louis led them down. As soon as they were on the ground again, he crawled off, but took hold of Louis hand and together they started to make their way to their dorm again.

*

A.N.: I wanted to write SO MUCH MORE but then got led away by Larry smut and I basically wrote a filler chapter that shouldn't have been a filler chapter? But, for some reason I felt like including a blow job. (cockslut!Harry is really one of my favourites in Larry fanfiction) So sorry that this fic has lost it spark, it's coming back, I promise! (just like I promised a Niam saving Niall kinda scene! I didnt forget!)

I'm sorry for the long wait, school is almost literally eating my ass and I barely find time to write anymore. :(

I don't know when the second part of chapter 25 will be out, but normally in a week or two. I know that's long, but really, school :((.

Also, THANK YOU for song recs! keep them coming together with your thoughts and opinions :)

xxxxx