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Harry stares at the falling droplets mouth dry, throat intensively burning but alarms bell start to ring in his head when he sees the blood start to move upward much like if it were alive. He felt numb, yet somehow everything hurt.
“It's quite enticing to see this when I’m not choking on my own blood” Zayn comments looking pleased, Louis give a sharp smile in answer not saying a word only raising his hand in one almost out of worldly movement swift enough that Harry had a hard time tracking it until the cooper liquid launched forward, looking almost like crimson slime.
Somehow it missed, Zayn jumping out of the way only seconds away from the thick scarlet glob that stretched all the way from the floor connected to Louis bleeding wrist. Zayn stares surprised as they all watch it retreat towards Louis wrapping around his forearm like a hissing snake, erratically vibrating. Louis only blinked impassively, all traces of weakness gone. Yet Harry didn't miss the fingers not surrounded by the cooper liquid twitch vigorously.
“You are foolish to think you know this power of mine” Louis voiced sounding unlike himself, voice deadly and emotionless. Zayn shakes himself, almost like he was shaking the fear out of his body unfreezing from his position, cocky smirk falling over his lips.
“Show me!” he challenges looking delighted at the idea of fighting Louis. Zayn shoots towards Louis, the Undead only blinking once sidestepping the attack with so much speed that it left an after image in its place. His scarlet eyes whites now black tracked Zayn movement almost like a predator would its prey, something wavering in between their shadows but the thick cooper glob latch into Zayn lower body stilling the raven hair man movements.
Zayn doesn't pause though, upon noticing his movement had being constricted he turns raising his right hand turning to hit Louis, left hand lighting on fire latching on the lariat around his waist as if he intended to burn it. Yet Louis fingers twitch again, puncture hand raising and seizing the hand mid movement. Blinking emotionlessly as he flicked his bleeding wrist to the side almost dismissively, tossing Zayn across the room like if he was nothing but an annoying fly.
Harry’s mouth opened wide as he sees the scarlet strand of thick blood wrapped around Louis puncture wrist, pulsating unstably. Louis blanked eyes stared unblinkingly at Zayn, not sparing them even a glance.
Harry shut his mouth abruptly, teeth knocking painfully together jaw clenching as he realizes just how truly powerful the Undead was. He duly noted Niall biting his nails nervously to his side, side eyeing Harry worriedly but all Harry’s attention was solemnly focused on the powerful prince among them. He feared that if he as much as blinked he would miss it all.
Zayn rose, spitting blood into the floor staring hatefully up at Louis yet his eyes shined with this crazed happiness that it just puzzled Harry. Just what was his purpose in doing all this?
Harry noted shifting behind Zayn, another wavering strange little flicker of his shadow considering there was a steady stream of light around them it shouldn't be flickering like a lantern. Harry narrow his eyes trying to make up what it was that was moving behind him, opening his mouth to perhaps question it and drawing attention to himself as a result but before he could Louis eyes narrow sharply.
“Kneel” Louis orders making everyone freeze then instantly Harry felt an intense pressure fall over his numb body just as Zayn abruptly falls into his knees hissing in pain at the violent abrupt move. Harry felt an intense need to do the same but refrain from doing so, Louis eyes fixed on Zayn.
“I won't --- I refuse to let you do this to me once again!” Zayn grits out between his teeth, amusement gone from his gaze hate coming off him in waves. His whole body seemed to be trembling as if he was fighting with the command, he nearly growls in anger snapping his hand down sparks of blue lightning all over them.
Louis blinks lazily as Zayn somehow breaks whatever command forcefully placed over him charging at him. Louis only raises his hand leisurely, cooper slime completely wrapping around his palm as he catches Zayn electrified fists meters from his face. He grits his teeth in anger swinging his other hand towards Louis guts, the Undead only flickering his crimson eyes to the side and the slim shoots to the side like bullets piercing his forearm like clay. Going right through it only stopping when it impales the destroyed tile floor, looking like blood spikes connected to Louis extended hand.
Louis focused returns to Zayn as the thick crimson surrounding his hand started to eat its way up Zayn knuckles, Louis only tightening his hand.
“You wanted the real me Zaynie, right?” Louis taunts cruel smile etching on his lips as Zayn grits his teeth in anger, Harry eyes flickered underneath them the shadows once again moving erratically. They somehow seemed alive as if they were no longer shadows but a thick black liquid instead somehow stretching over their designated place.
“I ordered you to kneel” Louis commands again, voice cold and authorizing once again making Harry feel an intense pressure deep in his bones. Chest hurting with the need to follow command but somehow, he remained still seeing Zayn whole body visibly tremble as he fought the command but falls forcefully down. Knees hitting the floor sharply again.
Harry sees the shadows expand, almost taking its own form something moving in his paralleled vision. Harry found his mouth opening to draw attention to it but Zayn angered growled ripped through the air snapping his mouth shut again
“You are not my master---” he growls voice strain as his eyes frantically flicker down at the copper blood now sliding through his upper arm “I will not follow your orders!”
Harry sees Louis smirks at him a bitter edge to it as he goes to open his mouth, but Harry never got to know what he was about to say because his crimson eyes flicker down towards the shadow and his eyes suddenly widen momentarily loosening his hold on Zayn which was all he needed. Zayn somehow fought over the hold placed on him as he reached back, grabbing a dagger from underneath his shirt and in one fluid almost practice swing cutting Louis cheek who flinches back surprise.
Louis quickly takes hurried steps back, looking startle raising his hand to swipe his thumb through his now bleeding cheek. Zayn straggle forward as the hold on him completely disintegrate, his impaled hand being freed as the scarlet blood literary disappears into thin air.
“What did you do?!” Louis questions looking alarmed as he stares at his blood stain fingers, cheek bleeding steadily now. Harry crook his head to the side not fully understanding what had happened, Zayn smirking gaining his confidence back.
“Honestly I didn't know this would work but you out of all people should know how useful siren venom can be. After all you taught me this.” Zayn answers as he charges at Louis again who blocks easily the Undead no longer looking startle in fact he now looked furious.
“Zayn you stupid fuck, my power are still active! You did jack shit, this just made me unable to hold them back!” Louis spits from the back of his throat crimson eyes now looking slightly frighten as they flicker all over the room looking for something. Both boys fall backwards Louis having tripped over, attention focusing on something Harry was unable to see.
Zayn hits him across the face completely ignoring his words, making Louis head snap to the side from the force blood trailing down his lips as he turns his head to stare up at him with loathing in his eyes.
“What does it matter eh? Is not like your powers were ever remotely useful in fact you refused to use them to a point where you rather abandon all of those who put their trust in you!” Zayn declare looking somewhat sane probably showing the real reason as to why he did all of this.
“You know absolutely nothing about my powers, you think you understand it? Don't fucking make me laugh. It’s completely idiotic to believe you do, you moronic fuck!” Louis spits furiously as he tried to push Zayn off him who stubbornly did not butch, all while his crimson eyes solemnly focused on the erratically moving shadow beneath them. Does he see it? - Harry question himself.
Harry lets out a small gasp as the lights start to flicker, his instincts telling him to leave the room. Leave and never look back as all the shadows within the room started liquefying, taking form into black unidentifiable humanoid shapes much like his dream.
“Why did you not care of the Kingdom you left behind, why was he more important than everyone who died in your name?! Why did you stop me from taking him and getting him out of the way, so you could finally step up into what was clearly your rightful place?! Why was he more important than me or her!” Zayn screamed down at Louis who freezes as he stares wide eye at Zayn, grip going slack on Zayn grip as he opens his mouth and closes it seemed to look lost for words.
“I---” Louis trails off crimson eyes flickering to the now fully formed humanoid shadows that now filled every corner of the room, vibrating in place as a small hum could be heard coming from them.
Harry sees Louis swallowed hard return his focused at a livid Zayn who only stared down at him, dagger now firmly placed over Louis neck.
“Why was it my place? What sort of sick game have you being playing, trying to get me to play a role in your sick idealist world!? Why was it forced on me to follow your idealistic bullshit and rage? Why did I have to sacrifice myself to make a Kingdom -- that had looked down at me since the moment I came to be-- happy? Why did I have to sacrifice and abandon my soulmate for someone else sake!” Louis was shouting now looking angry and--- hurt. Harry found himself sitting back partly because of the things now lingering all around them but mostly because it all made sense now.
All this time Harry had thought that it was an irrational vendetta that had kept Zayn pushing forward, it wasn't only the irrational pain of having his childhood love killed. It was the fact that Louis had chosen Harry long before he even met him. Chosen Harry over a Kingdom, chosen to turn his back on whatever sort of life he had before he escaped it.
“Why can't I be selfish for once in my fucking life and choose a path for my own, not one carves by Father. Mother, her or even you!” Louis looked furious now, agitated. Zayn staring down at him with unreadable eyes, blanked eyes.
“The moment I choose a path for my own you decide to take it upon yourself to rip it all away from me. You decide that you want to make me see reason by taking him from me, hurting me, and even going as far as to make me fight you in this incredibly pointless useless way---” Louis anger seems to trail off as his crimson eyes flicker away from Zayn to the thing now towering over them. Harry had stare with muted fear as the shadow underneath Louis and Zayn had somehow form into his gigantic humanoid being that somehow seemed to be coming out of the floor from the pits of hell.
It had long gangly arms, only half of its body seemed to be out of the shadow on the floor. Head had no identifiable features only hollow eye sockets and a ripped mouth. It gave out a low hum as it vibrated, a sharp almost wail coming out of its mouth as it stared down at a now shock and fearful Louis.
Harry flinched back into the wall as one of the gigantic hands snap forward into the floor squashing smaller ones in the process as it tried to pull itself out of the shadow on the floor but seemed unable to as it let out a hard-inhuman shriek that send a shiver down Harry’s spine.
“I--- I never seen this in person--” Niall suddenly spoke drawing Harry’s attention towards him to see his frighten eyes staring unblinkingly towards the shadowy being, he noted his hand was gripping Liam’s who looked pale to his other side. The raised hand that kept the forcefield in place was now shaking.
“What is that?” Harry whispered scared that if he were to speak louder than that it would draw its attention even though the forcefield seemed to be keeping them out of its sight as well as from the smaller ones. He sees Niall swallowed hard eyes slip to him but quickly returning towards it.
“I-- Louis mention that his blood attracts beings not of this world or the next, curse souls that have being eaten up by his past ancestor and himself included. He mentions how they always linger in his parallel vision, always there gliding out of sight once his eyes turn to them. His blood acting as a beckon for them, his blood feeds off them” Niall explained, Harry turning to stared at the thing again the shadow looking down at Louis who was frozen in place. Finally, drawings Zayn attention away from Louis.
“What bullshit is this Louis?! What are these things!?” Zayn question looking confused angrily staring at the thing as his word seems to snap Louis out of his frozen state as his hurriedly tried to loosen Zayn grip on him reaching for his gun a few feet away from him, shadowy being keeping a very clear distance from it.
“Fuck, fuck” Louis curses loudly staring up at Zayn with a desperate kind of urgency “Let go of me you dull-witted half breed!” He hisses up at Zayn who blinks surprised at his words.
“Half breed?” he questions looking down at Louis who manage to get his hand lose as he tried to reach for the gun ignoring the shrieking shadows now clawing at his hand trying to stop Louis from reaching it.
The gigantic being sees this, opening his mouth and letting out a horrible deafening screech making an intense pain fall over Harry who gasp clawing on himself, Louis clenching his eyes shut instantly. He felt his head pounding harshly, an intense sharp pain falling behind his eyelids as he felt something hot and thick leave the corner of his eyes.
Harry forces his eyes open just to gasp as the smaller looking beings all turned toward them, hallowed eyes seemed to land straight on him, and then they all fell forward on top of each other as they start hitting themselves against the forcefield screeching and howling. Liam curses sharply as he raises his other hand letting go of Niall trying to maintain the forcefield up as Harry stares into the eyes of the things that opened their mouth wailing at him as he wipes the trailing blood from his eyes with the back of his sleeve. To dazed with numb pain to even react.
“What are these things?” Zayn questions completely in traced with the being that was now staring straight at them. Head towering over them as it slides his mouth half open breathing hard, gangly arm moving as if to touched Louis who curses again. This time louder as his struggle to open a compartment on the side of his hand gun while staring unblinkingly at the thing that moved almost in slow motion compare to the screaking’s ones in front of Harry moving erratically almost vibrating in place clawing at the forcefield.
“Zayn you imbecile don't fucking touch it!” Louis shouts as his crimson eyes glimpse up to Zayn’s extended hand who seemed to be completely in a trance. Yet Zayn completely ignored him almost like he didn't hear him at all, hand falling on the lower body of the shadowy being that stills completely staring down at Zayn.
Then it was complete and utter hell as it ripped its mouth open and started screeching. The smaller ones that were ripping through the forcefield all halted and turn crawling over so inhumanly fast that he barely had time to react.
Harry sees Louis also moving inhumanly fast breaking what looked like a blue small bottle that landed on his palm from the compartment of his gun. The blue liquid splatters all over his hand and body, as he hisses sharply.
Louis jaw clenches as the blue liquid starts to burn his palm, licking the liquid up greedily from his palm at the same time the smaller shadowy beings latch into Zayn. Nails digging into skin as they start to pull, Zayn only gasping as he does not look away from the gigantic being who stared directly at him.
“Shit” Louis curses sharply as his back arches teeth clenching as he tried to swallow the liquid down. Frantic eyes staring at skin starting to tear blood raining over him, as he arches his back again letting out a small painful gasp at the same time the raven hair boy gets tear into pieces right over him.
Harry clenches his eyes shut as the sight in front of him gets to be too much, a loud screamed now being ripped from the back of the distress raven hair boy who had finally snap out of his dazed. Harry felt a tremor go through him at the wet horrible sounds that could be heard no matter how hard he clenched his eyes shut or cover his ears. Harry has seeing some horrible gruesome things throughout his long life but never quite like this. Never something as horrible as what was happening in front of him that threaten vile to rise from the back of his throat.
Harry feels an intense ache in the back of his mind, a flash of pain and wild panic that did not belong to him making his eyes snap open to see Louis turned to the side dry heaving harshly whole body visibly trembling and twitching. Harry noticed Louis has managed to crawl away from what was happening to Zayn. Louis kept dragging himself away from the scene almost desperately. Harry felt the sudden urge to go to him and pull him away from what was happening but just as if he had read his mind Niall suddenly grab his wrist stopping him instantly. Harry turn to him sharply read to snap at him but once his eyes landed on the steely look Niall was directing at him all protest die down in the tip of his tongue
“Don't forget they had been trying to get to you” Niall warn eyes looking over Harry towards Louis again. Harry turn eyes landing on him to see that the gigantic shadow was now staring down at him, who glared over his shoulder at it.
“You dare touch me and I’ll remind you who I am” Louis warn despite how broken and out of breath he sounded, he looked like he meant every word. The thing flinched back almost like he had being pushed, the smaller ones halting their—- eating to hiss and screech in pain at Louis.
Harry watches Louis bite hard on his wrist almost brutally so; Harry gasps as his blood starts to drip out starting to raise virtually like gravity had stopped working becoming thick and lariat like. Louis doesn’t look up breathing hard as the blood shots up latching into the being’s neck as it raises its hand howling in pain as if it burned.
Then it expanded in just a way that it created a wormhole of crimson liquid as it swallowed the thing in a mix of wind and swirling blood. Then as fast it happened it was all over, there was a sudden flash of light burning into Harry’s eyes making him shield his eyes as it explodes into million pieces.
Then there was deafening silence. Harry ears were ringing, his breath was audible enough to be the only source of sound in the room.
Harry blinks, his eyes open instantly landing on Louis, who laid on his back arm over his eyes as he took deep rattling breath that shook his whole body. Harry found himself standing on unsteady legs feeling uneasiness and despair so strongly in the back of his head that he was sure it did not belong to him. He ignored Liam’s protest as he exists the safety of the forcefield determinedly ignoring the splatter of red and gore not a few feet from Louis. Harry feels his leg give as soon as he was close enough to Louis, knees painfully digging into debris breaking skin but his pushed it aside not looking away from Louis who did not acknowledge his presence.
Harry let out a breath he didn't he was holding a small part of him fearing that Louis would completely ignore him, that he regretted going this far for him when Louis painstakingly lowered his hand usual bright blue eyes meeting green. Harry noted the small misty glassiness almost like Louis was minutes away from bursting into tears but somehow not a single tear escaped his long eyelashes as he blinks up at Harry still breathing hard.
Harry stares mutely as Louis slowly raises his hand, palm resting on the back of Harry’s neck pulling him forward forehead bumping together. Louis eyes swept over his face, searching for something eyes unreadable, Harry could feel the small tremor on his hand. Louis eyes were like infinite pools reflecting nothing but Harry’s own fear and confusion back to him.
“Is it over?” Harry whisper breath hitting Louis lip because of how close they were, exhaustion finally catching up to him adrenaline draining from his body an intense burning fire replacing it. His skin felt clammy and raw, like he had pulled on it none stop, everything suddenly felt like too much.
Louis opened his mouth letting out a pained little breath as he clenched his eyes close for a split second before he snaps them open again, meeting his intensively. Harry saw his unbreakable facade crack as the corner of his mouth pulls up a small fraction.
“Yes, love it finally is” He breathes out his body losing the tension as he relaxed back into the hard floor, Harry feeling something akin to relief as his whole body goes limp. Black spots falling over his vision as he loses all strength on his muscles falling forward on to Louis who expects it. Harry feels Louis raises his hand wrapping over his torso before darkness pulls him under.
5 months After
At Louis & Niall’s Apartment
Harry dreams of his short time with Louis when he was nothing but a child, of his time when they reunited. Of all the hurtful lies he told Louis and himself included, of how painfully clear it had all being.
He dreams of memories not of his own, dark frightening memories of scenes he rather turns his head to but was forced to watch it all like a sick spectator without being able to utter a single word, without being able to stop the horrors he was forced to vividly watch.
So by the time Harry slowly comes to, he does not feel like himself. Something had changed inside of him, something felt complete and utterly at peace. Yet his eyelids felt heavy, his body felt numb unresponsive.
There was no sound anywhere near him, no footsteps, no hush voices, or hum of a television somewhere, absolutely nothing. Yet there was a sudden soft touch on his forehead, finger trailing down unto his cheek leaving a wake of fire over his numb cold body but as fast as it came it was gone. Harry frown to himself displeased at having the touch gone so he wills his heavy eyes to open for a moment he was unable to see. His vision not clearing, darkness still swimming within his eyes as slowly a ceiling started to materialize over him.
He feels a cold rush run through his body like cold water running through his veins then he suddenly jolts up into a sitting position breath coming out in small gasp but somehow, he found that he didn't need it. Yet his heart beat a mile a second his whole body feeling tensed and a small shot of pain falling over his sore muscles. Numb feeling long gone, a part of him wishing it would be back so he didn't have to feel whatever he was feeling right now.
He felt a twinkle of worried and concern in the back of his head that confused him enough to look up into the figured leaning against the desk in front of him. It only took him a moment all his air rushing out of his lungs once recognize that it was no other than Louis.
Harry breath in sharply as the Undead’s blue eyes bored through him intensively face unreadable once again, sharp mask back in place. Harry took a moment to rank his eyes over Louis who lean back with his hands cross over his chest, hip crooked to the side and legs folded lazily but he was so tense that any illusion he wanted to create of mild disinterest was shatter by the tense set of his shoulders.
Harry noted all his injuries and burns had being healed, his face looked as breathtakingly as ever but there were subtle bags accompanied with the usual veins underneath his eyes, the corner of them looking bloodshot. His jaw was painstakingly clenched, eyes so intense that it left Harry breathless.
“Your awake” Louis broke the silence, voice clipped yet surprisingly soft as he crooked his head to the side studying him. Harry felt a tremor go through him at his voice.
“Ye-ah-- what happened?” Harry asked voice sounding weak and vulnerable making him frown, throat feeling dry as it hurt to speak. He cleared it which was the worst thing he could do because a spark of pain and burning sensation awaken instead.
Louis observed him for a minute or two without saying a word, Harry could sense that he was thinking something through. The silence stretches for another long painful minute which felt like hours until finally Louis pushes off the desk and came to sit on the edge of the bed, folding one of his legs underneath him turning to face him yet kept a clear distance between them. Harry felt a spark of annoyance and disappointed, but he pushes it away along with the strange sensation on his throat.
“What is the last you remember?” He asked, very pointedly choosing his words which confused Harry. He frowns deeper, of course he was going to remembers even if he wished he didn't. He was pretty sure that the gory end note of Zayn would stay in his mind for quite a long time. He will also not take Louis powers for granted anymore, he now realizes just how truly lucky he was in his presence and how much Louis had allowed him to get away with.
When Harry didn't answer probably taking to long for Louis, Louis sigh passing his hand through his feathery hair looking rather anxious, yet nothing reflect on his face--- Harry frown bringing his fingers up to his lips, now feeling uneasy himself. Why or how was he able to tell what Louis was feeling?
“You pushed yourself to your limits while---” Louis starts voice sounding careful as he looks through his eyelashes at Harry not lifting his head from his hand now leaning against his folded leg. He looked dejected, exhausted to his very core.
“Yeah I remember” Harry interrupted pulling at his lips now not wanting Louis to continue looking the way he was. Harry could see his fingers trembling in front of him as he pulled harder anxiously. Feeling something in the pit of his stomach he didn't know how to name, his skin felt like he was being poked with needles repeatedly, he felt short of breath. Louis eye him for another minute before he straightens dropping his hand down, the little speck of hesitation that had being reflected in his eyes was now gone.
“You were in the beginning stages of transitioning during the battle at the facility right after we cross path and I gave you my blood when you were under his control. I didn't think or ask when I acted. I use my blood to trigger your transition into---” Louis paused breaking eye contact for a second eyes focusing on the wall behind Harry as if he needed to collect his thoughts before he said his next words and Harry knew. Harry knew what he was about to say. He took a sharp deep breath pulling on his lips harder almost painfully when his blue eyes focused back to him again.
“We bonded.” He breath, Harry felt lightheaded “its fragile but we bonded. When I used my blood to keep you from bleeding out, the weak link was established because we were already fated soulmates. Isn't that astonishing?” Louis finish letting out a bitter laugh that made Harry drop his hand straightening making a face. Displeasure entering his system at the gesture, at Louis sour dismissal.
“Are you surprise? That we are a fated soul bound?” Harry found himself asking carefully considering his words, making Louis raise an eyebrow. Harry paused for a bit staring at Louis intensively but the Undead seem unwilling to react more than he already had, so Harry continue.
“Because if you were to ask me I think you knew from the start, that I was your fated.” Harry dare him to lie to him, Louis eyes narrow for a second jaw clenching tight before he blanked it out. He scoffs turning to look to the side, side-eyeing Harry with dissatisfaction, that set Harry on edge. They were bordering on an argument, he could feel it. He could sense it from the back of his head where he knew the faint link to Louis was. Louis was peeved.
“And you didn't? You’re really going to accuse me of not disclosing that I knew when you also knew and kept silent Harry?” Louis turned to look at him now, Harry gritted his teeth the prickling on his skin becoming insufferable.
“Actually, Louis I didn't know until just recently when my wolf told me. Unlike you who knew from the start, I was actually pretty clueless in the matter. When you had an unfair advantage from the get go and don't try to lie to me because I saw it” there was really no stopping this now. Harry could sense the irritation from him now physically not only mentally anymore, the fragile link they share was now feeling like lightning bolts in the back of his head.
“Right because you made all so easy for me to tell you” Louis was now standing jaw so tightly clenched that Harry was sure he was holding back his exasperation. The rage that Harry had a front seat to not to long ago--- how long had it being since then? He didn't know, he didn't care. All that matter was the conversation at hand.
“You have being nothing but insolent in my presence so far edging me on, like you are doing now, because I know what you’re doing Harry and quite frankly I do not have the patience to play this game with you right now” Louis dismiss turning away from him, probably to walk out but Harry won't let him. This is something they had to discuss even if it ended in yelling or share blows.
“Why do you always do this!” Harry shouted getting up from the bed shocking himself ignoring the jolt of pain that went through his body. Louis froze, slowly turning to stare at Harry blue eyes landing on him with steely anger.
“Do what exactly?” He provokes raising an eyebrow almost mockingly, challenging Harry to continue. Harry feels his blood boil at the gesture clenching his fits. It's always like this, they always end up in the same type of situation. Whatever the universe or the fates wanted out of this they sure choose the wrong people to fate together. Both to stubborn to stand down, so if Louis wanted a challenge, so be it
“Don't fucking play with me Louis, it might work for everyone else but not me. This dismissive attitude you have whenever shit gets too close to the truth or things are not going the way you deem it, were you quickly shrug it off will not fucking passed this time around” Harry seethe knowing he was pushing it, knowing it would anger the Undead. He was right because Louis had now turn completely towards him, he could see the fire dancing in his ice blue eyes. Focused completely on Harry, eyes sharp bother line glowing with poorly contain anger. Harry felt like he was standing right at the edge of a cliff looking down at a never-ending drop.
“I will be very cautious in how you speak to me Harry, I’m not in the greatest of moods” Louis warn voice deadly serious a dangerous glint in his eyes. Harry felt his heart skip a beat at that, blood rushing to his ears. A sick part of him felt excited at this, another part him fear this. What was wrong with him.
Harry took a deep breath trying to steady his erratically beating heartbeat, trying to push down the conflicted feelings threatening to cloud his judgement. He needed this— no they needed this.
“Listen—” Harry stops, another deep breath. Fuck
“I know I have not being the easiest to deal with, hell I know— I know for a fact I fucked up big time at occasions. I did not think, I just acted and then I never took back my words or actions. Just let it simmer underneath the surface because I— I wanted to hurt you because I felt like you hurt me. The way you acted-- the way you were, hurt me more than I had care to admit. So, I lash out, it was childish and stubborn perhaps even fucking immature, but you can't really fucking stand there with your emotionless eyes and put this all on me” Harry felt like maybe he was sweating, that he had tear his own skin raw. His throat burn, his body burned, the tip of his finger prickle with something he couldn't understand. It was growing to be too much again, but he pushed through.
There was a long stretch of silence between them again, were Harry was half convinced that Louis would turn around and leave. Completely ignore everything and just disappear, break whatever fragile bond they had and just give up. Or he will snap with all vent up anger he knew was there-- could feel was there.
“I know” He finally said voice voided, snapping Harry out of his thoughts making him focus back to him blinking dumbly at him.
“What?”
“I said I know I hurt you, and I know exactly when I did it. It was intentional” Louis clarified shrugging at him sounding strangely like he had given up, Harry felt all anger leave his body at the confession. He felt his mouth open and close. Harry was speechless.
“What do you mean intentional?” Harry felt his voice waiver half way through his sentence not even blinking in case he misses anything. He didn't understand how this had taken this turn, he thought that he would confront Louis and call him on his bullshit, shout or even fight it out but move on to accepting their soul bond. Not--- this. Definitely not this.
Louis sigh tension leaving his body, shoulders dropping once again passing his hand through his feathery hair like he had given up in pretenses. Harry watch him unblinkingly as he moved to once again lean against the desk. Looking up at him with openness that took Harry of guard.
“We have been edging each other since we met, this is not entirely on you and it's about time I own up” Louis sigh again shoulders dropping even more, Harry could only stare as he shockingly saw one of Louis high as steel walls crumble. Louis looks up at him, eyes clear and unguarded.
“I had initially quite intentionally manipulated the situation to have you react the way you did, not all the time granted because sometimes you aggravated me with your actions. Sometimes things would fall out of my control because --- well your actions were unpredictable, and I had the immense pleasure of witnessing it to then find a solution before it became irreparable” Louis explain drily, Harry opened his mouth to say something he didn't know what, but he wanted him to stop but Louis rose a finger. Harry mouth instantly snapping shut.
“In all my long years I’ve never once being sincere with my own self or others. It got to a point that I didn't know what was actually me and what was my front. The only person I was even closely remotely honest with I killed a couple of months ago. And if I’m being quite honest I don't believe I deserve a fated soulmate” Louis confessed looking down at into the floor for a split second before looking back up at Harry. Harry saw another wall come crashing down.
“With that idea in mind I pushed you away and created a situation that I knew you will not forgive most likely reinforce some already install notions about my kind. But then things got out of hand and I couldn't stay away as much as I tried. I couldn't allow anything to happen to you, I couldn't allow my past to come ruin your future, so I did what I do best. I protected you for my own gain all while denying and refusing to accept the reason behind my actions to others and to you. I long have accepted and resign myself to the outcome of my behavior”
“I am not good Harry and I never will be. I am tainted, and I am cynical. I am selfish and a coward. I rather push and have people hate me than ruin them because they stood by me. Even if I don't want them hurt they will eventually get wounded just by my mere existence. They’ll get injured because of my Father who still wants me dead and to use me. Could be because of the blood running through my veins and the curse bestow on me. Or those that want to put me their preconceived notions and revengeful plans”
“It all comes down to me truly deserving you and I don't. I simply do not deserve someone as innocent and young as you” Louis finish and-- Harry felt that his mouth was dry. Breathing somehow had become hard to do which he was sure he hasn't even once taken a breath through Louis speech.
“I’m not innocent” Harry mutter frowning because that wasn't what he wanted to say yet it was all that he could muster. Louis on the other hand just chuckle bitterly at him, but he could see amusement dancing in his eyes.
“I’ve done things, I’ve kill—“
“Trust me Harry out of the both of us, you are as pure as they come.” Louis interrupted laughing softly now but it soon stops. His blue eyes clearing as he set his lips in a thin line.
There was a beat of silence again, a tense stillness that Harry didn't know how to break. Didn't know what to say because what are the chances that he would choose the right words to actually convey his internal thoughts. How he could sound convincing without sounding like he was telling lies. He knows they won't be lies because what he feels is real and his not hiding from it anymore. No longer fighting it, he spends to long fighting this.
But deep down he knew no matter what he said the Undead— no Louis will not truly accept it and believe him. Not because he wasn't convincing enough no because he will not see it as the complete unadulterated truth.
He will see it as another one of his whims, another one of his tantrums, and that he will eventually change his mind. To Louis he might be pure, but Louis was clouded with the acts of the past.
“Is this the part where I’m supposed to storm out or I start another of my arguments?” Harry asked shocking himself by how sure his voice sounded.
Stating their usual routine whenever they get to discuss actual real feelings and try to be honest with one another. Louis straighten eyes sharpening tensing like he was indeed expecting Harry to lash out. Which— no.
“I— fuck Louis do you have any idea what you do to me? How conflicted you make me?” Harry sigh taking careful steps towards him careful not to push to fast or else he knew Louis would close off and it would all be over.
If Louis were to close off now he would run and disappear. They probably won't stumble upon each other in a century or two. And that's Harry being optimistic because he had absolutely no doubt in his mind that Louis could disappear off the face of the Earth— of Harry’s Earth— if he so wanted to.
“I am not good with words and I know I am nothing but a child in your eyes, but I know what I want. And that is you” Harry rose his finger much like Louis did to him when he saw Louis open his mouth to interrupt. Surprisingly Louis obligated, closing his mouth yet set his lips in a thin line.
“Don't interrupt. When I’m done talking you can walk out that door and dismiss this ever happen disappearing if you so wish. I’ll accept it but I won't give up. If I have to hunt you down and show you that my feelings for you are not fickle I will because they are not.” Harry takes a deep breath now standing face to face with Louis. Close enough that he could feel his breath on his face.
“What I feel for you is a burning underneath my skin that is driving me crazy to the point that I can't concentrate or think rationally. I care for you-- I think I love you-- no I know I love you and I have since long ago. You may not believe me-- actually I know you won't believe but I fought this feeling of mine long enough to understand I don't want to struggle against it anymore” Harry confessed more determined than ever before, not looking away from Louis wanting him to understand Harry. No needing him to understand him.
They stay there staring at one another, Louis didn't say a word which was unusual. There was nothing in his eyes that will give Harry any hints as to what was going through his mind, he only stared eyes flickering between his. Even the fragile link was still and silent.
Gaze far away. Harry could feel fear and doubt start to claw at his stomach. He started second guessing everything he said, there was probably betters way to express himself to get it through to him. He probably made about a thousand mistakes in the past hour or so but there was no turning back now. It was all up in the open it was up to Louis to decide what to do now. Then Louis blinks, wondering glazy eyes focusing as they center on him looking like he concluded.
“Are you sure about this Harry? You can't wake up one day and decide you’ve changed your mind” Louis stood now to his full height no longer slum against the desk like he was minutes before. Harry felt hope bloom deep inside.
“I’m sure” He breathe letting out the breath he had being holding. Staring deep into his eyes which still looked doubtful.
“You have a history off---” Louis started, and Harry tried not to wince physically because he does know. He knows exactly what Louis means and why he was doubting him, why he is questioning everything. Harry knows and it fucking pains him to a point where he felt the back of his eyes burn, unshed tears threatening to fall. He felt so weak and vulnerable that he wanted to actually do as Louis expects, he wanted to run out that door and scream his head off at everything that has happened so far, but he braved it through pushing it out his mind.
“Louis, please” Harry cut him off getting close, leaning down far enough that he could almost feel his lips against his but not yet. He won't be the one to make the decision not this time, this was up to Louis.
“Please” Harry begged voice not even close to a whisper, but he knew Louis heard him because he suddenly pushed off the desk and close the distance between them. He felt a rush and shudder go through him as their lips met. Harry felt a spark of electricity throughout his body as they fit their lips together, a soft touched of lips that was way too sweet and brief for the burning desire burning underneath Harry’s skin.
“Does that mean--?” Harry asked crooking his head to the side as Louis looks at him, eyes determine raising his hand and pulling Harry down once again connecting their lips, this time with more pressure. He felt Louis placed his hand on his chest, pushing him back towards the bed and Harry knew.
He realizes this was the confirmation he was waiting for, Louis had accepted him as his soul bound. Harry had already become familiar with where his mark would be placed, a rush of excitement going through him. He feels the back of his legs hit the bed as he goes down, Louis staring at him with a sort of hunger that made every hair of Harry’s body stand on end with anticipation to what was to come.
There was so much they still needed to talk about, so much they had to come clean about. They were still not on the clear. They finally had answers yes, their lives were not in immediate danger anymore, but they still had so much more to fear. Harry still didn't quite understand Louis and his powers. Harry didn't know what happened to Liam and Niall since that night, he knew his new Hybrid status would be another problem they would eventually have to deal with. Yet as Louis takes his shirt off crawling over him those thoughts get pushed to the back of his mind.
Harry lets out a soft breathless moan as Louis bites down by his collarbone making every fiber of his being become alert and almost needy. He didn't care about anything else anymore, he was tired of running, tire of denial and tire of pain. Tired of thinking so damn much, driving himself into a corner. He wanted this, he just wanted him.
When he was young he never thought that those legends his mother would tell him as bedtime stories of the blue eyes would become valuable; that legends did not die.
Stone crumble, wood rots, empires fall, species become extinct. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, those things tent to go on and on. Legends grow, and they transform, and they become bigger, and scarier, and more terrifying. Legends are lessons that ring with truth.
Every legend, moreover, contains its residuum of truth, and maybe sometimes legends make reality, and become more useful than facts. Legends are often warnings, after all.
The End.