No More

Savior

       Two days after Louis and Harry's last encounter, the angel made sure to stay in the hotel, but he was getting restless. He sighed and sat down on the bed, looking out the window and waiting for Niall to get back from wherever he goes. Harry got up and walked to his dresser, changing into a pair of ripped blue skinny jeans and pulled on one of Niall's black tank tops before walking out of the room. He didn't plan on flying or spreading his wings at all; he only did that when he was in his room. He stuffed his hands into his pocket and walked past Niall, smiling and waving, before walking out of the hotel.

        He continued to walk until he found himself at the park, surrounded by trees. Harry sighed and sat down by one, leaning back against it and looking up at the sky. He was completely oblivious to the person in the darkness, who moved closer with each breath he took. His eyes had closed and the one shrouded in darkness used this as an opportunity to get closer until they were standing right in front of him. Licking his lips, Harry opened his eyes only to have them widen when he saw that Louis, the demon he's been trying to hide from, was standing right in front of him.

       "Hi," Louis said, crouching down so he was eye level with Harry, watching him back towards the tree more, trapping himself. "I'm not going to fucking you hurt, stupid angel!" Louis yelled, rolling his eyes when Harry started to move away from him. Harry glared at him, but kept his mouth shut. Louis ran a hand through his hair and looked at Harry. "Sorry," he mumbled, sitting down cross legged in front of Harry.

       Harry backed up into the tree completely, still glaring at Louis for calling him stupid. "What do you want?" he asked, keeping his eyes on Louis, watching him sigh.  Louis reached for him, only wanting to caress his cheek like he's wanted to since the first day they met, but Harry flinched away from his hand. "Don't touch me." His voice sounded scared, but he tried his best to hide it from Louis but he was never very good at lying; given, this wasn't technically lying, but still.

       A flash of hurt crossed Louis' face, but he hid it quickly before Harry could see it. "Just came by to talk," he said, keeping his distance from Harry since he obviously didn't like him being near. He leaned his head forward slightly so it was even with his feet. "For some reason, you peaked my interest. Haven't been able to do my job properly since I first saw you. What the fuck will jumping off a building do to keep those dumb-asses away?" he asked.

       "I don't know, it was the first thing that I decided to do. Why do you care?" Harry replied, keeping his words slow and making sure he didn't say something he probably shouldn't. He licked his lips and stayed on guard, ready to flee if he needed to since he didn't fight. He was taught to, but he still didn't have it in him to pick up any weapon.

       "Like I said, you peaked my interest." Louis sighed and relaxed a bit more, but his voice sounded impatient. "I promise that I won't hurt you," he said, seeing how tense Harry was. "If I was going to, don't you think I would have by now?" Louis pointed out, smiling slightly and leaning back, resting his hands on the ground and putting all his weight on them, the grass already starting to leave little dents in his palms.

       Harry bit his lip and thought that was true, so why hasn't he yet? He's heard about Louis from Niall, how he didn't hesitate to bring out his knife on angels or play with them a little bit before, acting like it was a game of cat and mouse. "So...why do you care so much about me?" he asked, looking at Louis, tilting his head to the side slightly and biting his lip softly.

       Louis shrugged his shoulders and rested his head on one of them. "You just...you intrigue me," he said, chewing on his lip. "For some reason, I want to know more about you and it irritates me that you run away." There was a frown on his face and his eyes looked almost sad, but he pushed that emotion down quickly, not liking the idea of Harry bringing them out so easily, and without even trying.