Niall stared at Harry in disbelief, not sure if he heard him correctly. "Y...you what?" he asked, standing up and furrowing his eyebrows. "Haz, we can't just barge into heaven, especially not when you're fucking wanted!" His voice got a little louder, and woke Louis up completely, who had sat up and was now looking at Harry. "No way are you going back there. They'd kill you," he said seriously.
Harry sat up and turned to look at him, not even acknowledging Louis beside him. "I have to," he said, standing up and feeling pain shoot through his stomach and causing him to fall back on the bed. When Niall tried to help him, he pushed him away. "I'm fine," he mumbled, biting his lip and wondering if what he saw was just a dream or if it had really happened.
Niall shook his head and bit his lip. "You're not going to heaven, Harry, you will get killed." His tone left no room for argument and Harry knew that, but he had to find some way to see if Mr. Jones really was gone forever. Niall sighed and sat next to him, both him and Harry ignoring and completely forgetting that Louis was in the room with them. "I won't let you go, Haz," he whispered, resting his head on Harry's shoulder and wrapping his arms around his waist. Harry sighed and wrapped his arms around Niall's shoulders, but didn't say anything because if he made any sort of promise that he wouldn't go, he would have to go through with it.
Louis could feel the jealousy bubbling inside him, but he just turned away from them and looked out the window, keeping his back facing them and putting his head in his hands. He wondered what was going on between the two, if there was some sort of relationship that he shouldn't get between - even though he planned on getting Harry whether Niall was with him or not. He sighed silently and turned back around when he heard the bed move and saw Niall getting up and Harry looking down at the ground while biting his lip. Niall changed into black skinny jeans and a tight black muscle shirt. Niall looked over at Louis and walked towards him, anger flashing through his eyes but it was gone as soon as it came. "What?" he asked, causing Harry to notice him for the first time.
"I'm leaving," Niall said, going towards the window and opening it. "I need you to make sure that Harry stays put." His voice was stern as he glared at Louis. "I will not hesitate to kill you if I find out Harry left, understood?" he said, adding a growl at the end that meant he would go through with the threat if necessary. "I'll be back later." And with that, he was gone, flying out the window and towards where he went every night.
Niall landed a few blocks away from Queen's Beach Bar and made sure his wings were tucked in before he started to walk. He made sure that his shirt was pulled up just a little bit over his jeans as he made his way towards the entrance, showing the bouncer his I.D. and paying his way in. He sat down on a bar stool and started off with a simple beer, flirting slightly with the bartender with a wink and brushing his hand gently down his arm so he could get the drink free, which he got quickly and fairly easily. He smiled at the tender and sipped his beer slowly, looking around and seeing a guy across from him, but he wasn't too interested. He sighed and finished off his beer and walking to the dance floor. He smirked at a few of the guys that immediately came over and started to grind on him. He accepted it completely and he could feel bodies all around him.
When he felt someone bump his back, he turned around with a small smirk still plastered on his face and he notices the other guy turn around as well. He runs a hand through his hair and stops in his tracks when he sees the most beautiful boy he's ever seen. His hair is black and styled up in a quiff and his eyes, the colour of rich soil flecked with black; eyes the colour of dark chocolate with flecks of hazel nut, sable eyes, the colour of hot chocolate, the deep brown of the winter trees at twilight, the lightened brown of parched summer soil, glossy chestnut brown, the colour of unvarnished oak with deep mahogany flecks, the colour of apple pips, mottled like varnished cork, the colour of roasted coffee beans, the colour of a dessert palm tree with flecks of acorn shell.
Niall opened his mouth to say something, but it seemed almost like the words were caught in his throat and it felt like it was only him and the boy in front of him in the room; almost like everyone else was gone. He licked his lips and opened his mouth again, but the word that came out sounded more like a squeak. "Hi." He cleared his throat quickly and the noise from around him came back at once, the music pounding in his ear and the laughter from others around him. "Hi," he said, a little bit more firm with his voice.
The boys laugh flowed through the air like a melody and he's already addicted to it. "Hi, I'm Zayn," he said, biting his lip and moving closer so that their chests were just a few inches away. "What's your name?" Zayn asked, putting his hands on Niall's hips and he felt fire flow through his whole body just by a simple brush of skin on skin.
"Niall," he said, sounding a bit more confident than before, but who could blame him? The boy in front of him was probably his own definition of perfection, with his defined cheek bones, long eye lashes, pink and soft looking lips. Even his nose looks like it's been sculpted by God for hours more than what his father would usually spend his time on. "Would you like to dance?" he offered, moving closer so their hips were pressed together and he bit his lip, a little bit nervous of rejection. When Zayn nodded and moved his hips against Niall's to the music, Niall smiled and put his hands on Zayn's shoulders, grinding on him and keeping in time with the beat.
After dancing for a good half hour, Zayn points to the bar and pulls Niall over there. He leans against it as Niall sat down on a stool and they just stare at each other, biting their lips and leaning closer slightly. When their lips were only a breath away, Zayn got pulled back by a guy much bigger than both of them. He couldn't hear what he was saying, but by the look on Zayn's face, he didn't think it was good. Zayn looked back at Niall and shrugged his shoulders, smiling slightly. "We'll meet again," he said, patting his knee lightly before walking away. Niall reached out to grab his hand, but he was already too far away.
Harry watched Niall leave and looked out the window for a few more seconds before his eyes snapped to Louis'. He didn't know how he should feel about the demon that sat on the bed next to him and it made it a little bit uncomfortable knowing they were in a room. Alone. He was in a room alone with someone who had kissed him just earlier that day. Harry looked away quickly and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over and resting his face in the palm of his hand and letting his elbows fall on top of his thighs. To be completely honest, he was terrified to be stuck alone with a demon that could kill him in a matter of seconds, but it was even scarier that he couldn't bring himself to be afraid of Louis.
"Well isn't this a pleasant silence?" Louis said, sarcasm lacing his voice. He looked over at Harry, who was slouched over and remaining completely still and silent. He sighed softly and got up, moving over so he was sitting right next to Harry. "I...I want to talk about the kiss," he whispered, looking over at Harry and seeing him turn his head slightly so they were looking at each other. "It was unexpected and you probably don't want me anywhere near you right now, but something about you..." he trailed off and licked his lips, looking in front of him towards the wall. When Harry stayed silent, Louis sighed and his irritations levels grew slightly, but he kept calm. "Can you say something?"
Harry looked away from Louis and down at the ground below him, biting his lip and refusing to meet Louis' eye. "I don't know," he whispered, letting go of his lip and sighing. His eyes were closed now and he pressed his face into his hands, hiding them and letting his curls fall in front of him. "I don't have anything to say." He kept his voice low and quiet because he truly had nothing to say on the matter. He was going to consider it a one time thing, so there was no reason to discuss the kiss anyways.
With a shake of his head, Louis stood up from the bed and walked so he was standing in front of Harry, hands on his hips. "Fine, let's talk about something else. The reason you want to go back to heaven when you aren't wanted," Louis said, trying to get something out of Harry other than an 'I don't know', which annoyed the shit out of him. "What's so important that you need to go back, especially when there's a chance you could get killed. How do you think Niall would feel if you got killed, huh?"
Something snapped inside of Harry and he stood up, towering over Louis and glaring down at him with his eyes full of anger. "Why does a no good demon like you care?" he growled, standing right in front of Louis, who was a little taken back by the sudden change in Harry's mood. "What does my business mean to you and what does it matter if I do? Who are you to decide what I do?" His hands were balled into fist and he looked intimidating, but Louis wasn't going to back down if what he was doing was making Louis talk. "I need to find something out, so I have to go back," Harry had calmed down slightly when he remembered the dream he had and looked away from Louis, his hands relaxing as he closed his eyes. "I have to go back," he whispered, turning towards the window and walking over.
Louis shook his head and grabbed Harry's wrist, turning him around and making sure he wouldn't get away. "I can't let you, Niall would kill me," he said, now gripping both of Harry's wrist so he couldn't flee. "Just sit and stay calm, Niall can help you when he get's back." He hoped.
Louis was biting his lip and could feel Harry trying to pull out and that's when his patience ran out. He pushed Harry onto the bed and pinned him there, his legs on either side of Harry's hips and holding his wrists above his head. He looked directly into Harry eyes and he saw everything unfold; his whole life before he had died and even how he had died. His eyes had now widened and watched as Harry's did the same, only filling with fear and something else he couldn't quiet figure out.
"It was you."