Harry blinked his eyes open slowly, his whole room was spinning and the burning behind his eyes intensified every second he stayed laying. Forcing himself to sit up, his normally warm room didn’t feel nearly hot enough and he pulled his duvet up around his neck and trudged through the hall. Listening as his mother shouted downstairs and the house creaked, glaring through the floor wishing she would stop. Licking his lips slowly and dropping the duvet outside the bathroom, he stepped in. Feeling the heat left in the air, swirl round him and make it harder to breath; which comforted him.
Yawning wide and scratching his bare stomach, he forced the water on. Turning it hotter and hotter, it never seemed to be warm enough to seep through his skin and stop the feeling of the cold. Forcing himself to wash quickly. Blinking the soap from his eyes, he looked at the mirror and tipped his head to the side. Smirking widely he could see the darkness in his eyes, one that had deepening for the past year and a half, and showing just how dark he had become on the inside.
A sudden bang on the door and a loud shout from his mum, had him turning his head to the door and baring his teeth. Shutting off the water and throwing the door open, he walked straight out. Naked and dripping wet, his mum shouting at him as he walked away.
His door clicked shut behind him, he hadn’t even touched it. A year and a bit had changed him a lot, a first he had been so scared of what he had done. Selling his soul away, for nothing but a kiss. But now he had never been so glad for doing it.
Before he had had to deal with people teasing him about how small he had been, how scared and shy he acted around anyone. Now people crossed the street to avoid him and wouldn’t meet his eyes, finding them cold and dark. Not even his mother would look him in the eye and he never thought he would be so glad of such a thing.
Standing looking at his naked body in his mirror he smiled, looking at his long strong limbs that had nothing to do with him. The black ink a stark contrast to his pale skin, but mixing with his dark hair and even darker eyes. Even looking at his own body Harry thought it looked like it belonged to someone else, nothing like his thin and weak body he had been so used to before.
Gritting his teeth, he still slipped on his school clothes and grunted. Walking from his room and down the stairs, he shouted, “Leaving!” his mum jumping and scrabbling away from his door, when it slammed in her face. Smirking to himself, he felt the cold rays of the sun hitting his face and reminding him nothing would be warm enough until Louis came back for him. All he wanted was for Louis to come and take him home, take him back to where he felt like he belonged.
Walking to school he watched as people left their houses and crossed the street to keep away from him. But he listened as they spoke about a party that had happened the night before, where Lucy had gone off with some older guy. Not that he could care less. Knowing that it was only a set amount of time before he was leaving and them he could come back and wreak havoc around here.
The grey stone building came into view, cold and boring. Nothing like the shining black that had covered the walls of hell, radiating heat and light. Licking his lips he heard girls giggling and whispering, talking of a new boy. How he was such a mystery, with his tan skin, caramel coloured hair and his eyes such a dark brown they looked black. The colour of his eyes took Harrys interest and he knew that he shouldn’t get his hopes up. That he shouldn’t hope that Louis had finally come back for him, taking a deep breath and stepping through the front doors. The smell of fire and ash filling his senses and making his head spin, it had been so long since he had smelt it. But he knew that it did not guarantee that it was Louis.
He walked towards his locker, people moving and diving to get out of his way, scared of what he could possibly do to them. Not that he would yet. He didn’t have any means of escape.
Then he saw a group of people standing around his locker. A frown dug its way deep into his face and a growl passed his lips, making the people jump and turn to face him. Fear evident on their faces.
“Now. Now Harry.” A voice rang out, “We mustn’t go growling at people, it’s rude.” The people parting as they had heard the person not only use Harrys name but sass him.
But the fear passed and confusion showed on their pale faces, when they saw the smile on Harrys lips. Looking quickly between the two they moved away quickly, hoping to see what happened from a distance.
“What ever you say Louis.” Harry smirked and moved towards Louis.
Licking his lips slowly and leaning against the cool metal of the locker, he watched as Louis took him in. He was taller than him now, but he still felt like Louis could have him pinned in a second. So when Louis grabbed his chin and turned it side to side, he let him, going loose in his grip.
“You’re all grown up Harry.” he whispered, his eyes going completely black like they had been that night. “But you will still do what ever I tell you, won’t you.”
Harry nodded even though he knew it wasn’t a question, listening as Louis chuckled softly at him. His fingers loosening the tie round his neck and the heat of his touch making Harry feel warm for the first time in so long.
Louis leaned in close, “Can’t leave without a bang can we Harry? Best take advantage of a school, full of souls.” he breathed against Harrys ear, “All these souls not ready to go yet.” Moving back and smirking widely, his pointed teeth came into view.
Nodding slowly, Harrys opened his eyes and could hear the gasps of people round him. He could feel the hot burn of the black covering his eyes and the hot pinpricks in his gums as his sharp teeth poked out. Grinning and showing sharp pointed teeth in contrast to his sweet dimples, made a girl scream and start running. Everyone else following her, towards doors and windows that would never open until Louis and Harry got their fill.
Running round the school Harry laughed, herding groups of people into rooms and ripping them apart. It wasn’t until he and Louis were in a room. Looking at a group of seven people that they decided to make a game of it. Smiling and sitting down on the teachers desk, Louis watched as Harry played. Asking people random questions that if they got right, they got to live for a little while longer. Harry smiled as it came down to the last two, a boy who had beat him up every day and a quiet boy, one so much like his old self.
“Talk and decide who out of you should die.” Harry muttered, moving away and sitting next to Louis. He whispered softly in his ear, “Can we take the blond with us?”
Harry watched as Louis studied him quickly, then turned to look at the boy and a smirk slowly worked up his lips. He grabbed the back of Harrys head and pulled him in close, so Harry could smell the blood and fire on his breath, “Yes.” Then pressed his lips roughly against Harrys, forcing them open and for Harry to go completely into his power.
Once Louis allowed him to stand up and turn towards the two boys, he made a gesture for them to talk. He watched as the blond took a step back, letting the other boy speak first. “We chose him.” his voice showing his arrogance, even though he was making a choice he wasn’t going to like the eventual outcome of. “He isn’t anything, he hasn’t got anything to live for and I do.” His stance showing that he was ready to walk out and not even show the slightest bit of remorse for what he had done.
Chuckling Harry stepped forward, “Now see, that is where you are wrong.” his finger dragging down the boys cheek, smearing a trail of blood after it. “You are the one who is going to die.” he could hear the boy take in a deep breath and clench his fists, ready to fight back, “But simply because I want you to.” He could tell that this boy would have been a great demon much like himself and Louis, but his attitude towards thinking he was better than everyone else wouldn’t have worked.
So leaning forward toward the boy, Harry ducked down and clamped his mouth round the boys throat. And ripped it out. Watching as he fell to the ground, gripping at the gaping hole in his neck and coughing on his own blood. Licking his lips and tasting the cool, metallic taste; he smiled at the blond standing shaking in the corner. His eyes focused on the body on the floor, obviously assuming that he was going to end up the same way.
Wiping off his face with the back of his hand and hearing Louis slip off the desk and take his hand. He looked down at him and smiled, seeing just how proud Louis was of him. “We are going to give you and offer.” he said slowly, trying to remember the exact words Louis had said to him. Taking a deep breath, “We are going to give you an offer to escape. An offer to never have anyone throw you around again. An offer to make you strong and brave.” While he spoke the boys head raised, his eyes widening and the offer obviously being something he was going to take. “Now this part is simple, First all you have to say is ‘Harry I accept your offer’ and second I have to kiss you.” The boys eyes widened in shock, “It’s nothing more than a peck though, don’t worry.”
The boy nodded and walked towards Harry, so reaching a hand out to him and pulling him close to his chest. “Tell me your name love.” he whispered lowly. Taking his hand that had been grasped by Louis and running it down his cheek.
“Niall.” the boy breathed softly, his body still shaking against Harrys and his eyes staying locked on Harrys.
“We will find you someone like me.” Louis said from Harrys side, “Someone who will be yours and you will be theres. They will look out for you. It’s how it works.”
Harry nodded and grasped Nialls chin, “So what do you say Niall?” he muttered, like Niall was going to turn down his offer.
Niall took a deep breath and closed his eyes, “Harry I accept your offer.” Then leaning down and connecting their lips Harry pecked him. Pulling back he felt the tug again, pulling him down but this time it wasn’t black or burning. It felt like he was going home. Home with Louis.
The smell of fire filled his nose and he felt the tug of hands on his hair, pulling him down to connect with lips. Ones he had only felt twice before, but never the less he went completely lax under them.