Irresistible, [boy x boy AU]

{Vermin - 10}

Note: Alright, so I can assume this one's a filler, sorry about not being to update as fast as I was able to before, but I wanted to add as much detail to this as possible, so I really hope this was worth a month of waiting. Harry will seem like a man-whore and a murderer at first, but remember, we don't really know why he's doing this, so we can't really judge now, can we? ;)

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Tap, tap, tap. Harry blinked just slightly, drowsiness instantly wiped away from his senses. Tap, tap, tap.

"What the hell was that noise?" He murmurs, looking around his flat, frowning, his brow furrowing disapprovingly and lazily swinging his legs to the end of his bed, hanging both his arm up in the air as he stretches his joints, quite enjoying the popping sounds it made as it re-positions itself back in place. Alright, he might've pulled just a tad harder than usual, but seeing as his blood had already gone through the process of regenerating itself back, he didn't really mind taking a little longer to walk straight into the bathroom.

Finding its main source, Harry heads towards his sink, turning the crank off and resisting the urge to use his full vampire strength in order to close the bloody tap that woke him up from his deep slumber--which by the way, he decided should really have one of its monthly maintenance while he's off to doing something more productive than sitting and sleeping at home and watching crap Telly.

Harry knows he had missed today's classes, afterall, it was Monday and his schedule on Organic Chemistry was held right at 8:00 till 12:00 in the afternoon. But, did he really bother to care? Definitely not.

In the middle of his train of thought, he found himself staring into his mid-length mirror bound by the walls of his bathroom. Reflected within it was himself, well not really per se, but his reflection of a 10 year old child, before he was converted. Those big green eyes that bore onto Harry's purple, amethyst one's that he chooses to utilize at a day-to-day basis, times when he had no need to be rid of it, such as encountering that troublesome, blue-eyed stray that's been taking up much of Harry's life lately. Like, he's sure he had better things to do than follow the lad and think of modernized things to say to make himself feel appealing, to draw Louis in like the others were, but what was the fun in that?

With an inward sigh, he willed himself to rip that illusion of his past self away and see his regular reflection, prominent cheek bones, slightly full lips, amethyst eyes, a lean, slightly bulky figure, yes, this was definitely him, and he couldn't see himself no other, even if he did sometimes wish that he could take everything back.

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"Ah, yes, please. I really need to get this sink fixed, it's really been a bother and I really need to get it out of the way, you know?"

The voice on the other line chuckles instantly.

"Alright Mr. Styles, I'll take a look at it. What time do you suppose I'll be able to come in to your home? How about the address?"

Harry taps the wooden floor from where he sat, quietly pondering what time he'll be free to roam around.

"How about now?" Harry suggests, boredom already seeping in within his veins.

"But Mr. Styles--"

"I'll add a a generous tip if you'll do it now."

The voice hums from the other side of the line, but the way the man sounded seemed more pleased, more interested than the pathetic facade he was trying to up as Harry awaited for his obvious, definitely sleazy reply.

"I don't know Mr. Styles, I mean to cancel out on one job just to benefit another, don't you think it's a bit unfai--"

"I'll give you extra 15 pence or nothing at all. Come if you want, but I'm just saying you're not the only one I called to fix my sink." Harry states before hanging up, not bothering to even hear the man's reply, as he knew that if that sleaze-ball was desperate enough, he'll take the offer with no other problem than a lighter wallet to lug around his pocket.