— this easy thing of sacrifice
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“Baby…”
Harry opens his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks fiercely. With a weak shake of his head, he blubbers, “Don’t call me that either.”
“Why not?” Louis breathes.
Stubborn, Harry shakes his head.
“Tell me,” he insists.
“When you call me baby, it makes me feel alive again," Harry whispers. "Like it's just me and you and no one else exists. No one I've hurt, no one who needs me."
Louis frowns. Fear still etched into his heart, he doesn't know what to do to solve this.
"You're my baby."
"After everything I've done?"
"I... I don't know, Harry." He admits, "You need to talk to me."
"I'm your baby for the night." He breathes, weak hands grasping onto him. "Can I... be your baby for the night?"
He whispers it like it's something forbidden. Is love forbidden for monsters?
Looking at Harry, Louis doesn't think he could ever deny him anything. These feelings that have crept up on him are dark and obsessive. Louis felt their true nature when he tasted blood on his tongue and craved more; now, as Harry never denies the allegations. Still, Louis craves him. Wants more.
