Aim For The Kill - Narry
Warnings: sexy times (powerbottom!harry), kind of dirty talk, cussing, probably also a lil angst
"There have been killing sprees in town again.", Harry whispers into his Bloody Mary and takes a sip.
Louis behind the bar snorts loudly. “I know, man. The newspapers are writing about vampires, but honestly, that’s just a crazy murderer if you ask me. No supernatural airy-fairy. I call that utter bullshit.”, the blue-eyed barkeeper says and pours in a beer for one of the bulky men next to Harry.
"You think that’s bullshit, but the police’s been saying that… the victims were bloodless and they had bite marks all over their bodies. Louis. What if… what if they’re real?", Harry wonders quietly and sighs. "It’s just— vampires, you know? Freaking vampires.”
Louis just plainly rolls his eyes and tells Harry to calm down, that it’s all just a hype and definitely not even in the slightest real and Harry trusts Louis.