Chasing the Clouds.

“Have you finally gone mad, El?” Louis asked.

“No. I’m mad, but I can still see your sweet little lover. He’s so lovely. Those piercing green eyes, wild brown curls and his lips are to die for.” Eleanor answered, smiling wickedly.

In a heartbeat, Louis was across the room and his hands at her throat. His eyes turned pure black and his fangs had come out. Perrie gasped, she looked like she wanted to do something and she took a few hesitant steps towards them.

Louis looked to her and hissed.

“Try it, Bitch. I’ll rip your fucking throat out, too.” He spat.

“Please don’t hurt her.“ Perrie pleaded.

“Shh.” Eleanor managed to croak.

“He’s dead. He’s been dead for a century. I watched him die. I kissed his tears of pain away and I’ll never forget having my hands hot and sticky with his blood. You can see him? Please. I wanted so badly to find a way to bring him back. But, I found out that he could never come back before I buried him. So, that being said… How are you telling me that he is back from the dead?” Louis said.

“He was an immortal, remember? And you...you were lied to. His soul was not a human one, so he did not automatically to go to heaven, purgatory or hell. Souls like those, little Lou… Get, umm…. What’s the humans’ word? Recycled.” She whispered.

Louis’ eyes widened.

“If you’re lying to me-“

“I’m not.”

Louis let her go and she fell to the floor, coughing. Perrie ran to her friend, checking her instantaneously. Louis didn’t care though. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He was so angry and tears were welling in his eyes as walked through the doorway.

I’m coming.

I’m coming, sweeting.

Wait for me and just hold on.

--
“Bye, Niall!”

“Bye, Harry.” Niall said in response, stiffening when the young man hugged him- but as not to offend him he hugged back.

“Thanks for teaching me some chords.” Harry replied, sincerely.

“No problem.”

“No really, thank you. We should hang out more.”

Niall nodded and smiled, before parting the hug. He waved and murmured another good-bye as he closed the door. Harry smiled, feeling a little glow of happiness in his chest. Then, his phone vibrated on the table, he swiped the screen unlocking it and found a text message from Liam.

Liam:
Hey, u feeling better

Harry:
Yeah. Thanks. I hung out with Niall.

Liam:
Cool c u in a few.

Harry:
Do I get cuddles?

Harry waited for Liam to reply, but got no response. He sighed, simply before putting the phone on his nightstand. He was a little tired from his lack of uninterrupted sleep, so he decided a nap was in order. He crawled under the blanket, realizing how freezing it was. When he curled up, his feet brushed against one another and they felt like ice.

He grabbed his phone again and found a message from an unknown number.

Hi its Niall

Harry had forgotten that he had given the lilac-haired man his mobile’s number.

Hey.

Just then, the door opened, startling Harry.

“Did I scare you?” Liam asked and Harry nodded, his face a shade of alabaster. “Sorry.” Liam said, with a small chuckle, before Harry noticed the bags in his hands as he set them down.
“What’re those?” Harry asked .

“Groceries. I picked up some medicine if you get sick again too.”

“Oh. Need any help putting them away?”

“No. You’re sick- Harry… did you clean while I was away?”

Harry nodded.

“Why?” Liam asked, puzzled.

“I was bored. I just wanted to do something that would eventually exhaust me, ‘cause I wasn’t feeling too sleepy yet.”

Liam nodded.

“But, now I am.” Harry said, yawning as if his body was emphasizing the point.
Liam frowned, thoughtfully before saying. “Well, then just go to sleep. I can manage the groceries. There’s not so many.”

--

A week later:

Harry laughed loudly.

“Harry, I’m trying to study.”

“Sorry, Niall’s killing me.” Harry replied, giggling. He and Niall had been texting and calling one another all throughout the past week, and Niall had stopped by twice. Harry was making progress with his guitar and Niall was getting the friendship he needed, or rather that both needed.

Liam was happy for the two. It was about time Harry found a real friend other than Liam himself, and Niall was happier than Liam had seen him in years. Plus, Niall’s scent was clean or rather- giving off the indication that he hadn’t fed in a while. However, not once did Liam see Niall look at Harry with anything other than pure friendship, happiness and platonic love.

Niall didn’t look at him, the way Zayn had begun to, the way Liam saw him gazing at Harry.

Hungrily.

--

Zayn was shaking as his body craved what he so desired; his skin was itching, like it was crawling. He scratched roughly at the now tender skin of his arms. He had scratched it until it was red and raw. But, nothing soothed him.

He heard a knock from the door.

If it was Niall, Zayn was going to shove the man down and drink from him like his ex-lover had all but challenged him to. He didn’t want to use him. He really didn’t.

He changed.

He changed.

Another knock interrupted his thoughts.

“Coming!” He shouted, he was nearly a whirlwind as he ran to the door and threw it open. He expected Niall’s light vanilla and cinnamon scent to come through the door; instead it was a sharp scent of mint, earth and blood.

“You look awful, mate.” The owner of said scent quipped in his soft voice.

“Louis.” Zayn said simply.

“That’s me.”

“Did you need help dumping those bodies or something, Lou?“

“Nah. That was a week ago. I just threw them in a river. Made it look like a human did it.” Louis replied.

Zayn could solely nod.

“What?” Louis snapped, annoyed at Zayn’s shifty eyes, shaking body but the red scratch marks that littered his tattooed arms were slightly unsettling.

“Nothing. thought you were someone else.” Zayn admitted quietly.

Louis snorted, giving Zayn a faux fond look before dryly replying. “Ah, the bitter taste of disappointment.”

Zayn visually paled at the word taste.

“Something wrong, Zayn?”

“Huh?”

Louis rolled his eyes. “Are you going to at least let me in?” He asked.

“Now’s- uh, now is not a good time.”

“Don't you care about what I need? I might need help.”

“You’re one of the strongest cambions in existence, you should be able to manage. You didn’t even really need my help before, so why would you want my help?” Zayn said, his tone curt and with a hint of irritation.

Louis then narrowed his eyes, Zayn looked ready to jump the nearest human, intent on tearing their throats out and drinking until the hunger was a mere memory. He looked like a detoxing crack addict, right now. He looked as though he truly needed the blood.

“All right, then. I’m off.”

“See ya.” Zayn replied quickly as he was truly relieved Louis was leaving. Louis turned around and walked a few steps, however to Zayn’s surprise, he turned around.

“And if you’re thirsty- just drink.” Louis said, smirking.

Zayn glared before he hissed at Louis, showing his demon eyes before he slammed the door as hard as he could manage.

But, he wanted to take Louis’ advice just once.

One more time, he just needed it so desperately.

--

Harry opened the door slowly, rubbing his eyes.

“Oh, hi. Zayn.” He said, pleasantly surprised. Usually, Zayn gave him a warning to when he’d stop by, though curt they may be.

Zayn looked awful. His aura was a dingy black, brown and green. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles under his eyes; his olive skin tone was a current pale shade, his complexion looked washed out. He was twitching and when he walked through the doorway Harry caught a flash of red on his forearms.

“You okay, Zayn? You look awful-“

“I’m… I’m about to feel better.” He managed to whisper hoarsely.

“Huh?”

Zayn grinned, revealing gleaming fangs, the corner of his eyes crinkled.

‘Oh my god. His eyes.’ Harry thought.

His warm brown eyes were gone. It was like staring into a black hole, a rip in space. His eyes and aura were the same color, a perfect matching set. They were the color of night, but without any stars, completely void of any life and light.

“Z-Zayn…?” Harry managed to gasp; his heart was hammering in his chest.

Something screamed in his mind to bolt and he did, right through the open door as Zayn lunged at him. He grasped Harry’s jacket but the young man had shrugged it off, ignoring the flash of pain in his arm as he scrambled into the dim hallway and was about to make it to the stairs when he bumped into someone.

He let out an extraordinarily high-pitched scream.

“Harry! What’s wrong?”

It was Niall.

“H-he’s going to h–h-h-hurt me, Niall! Z-Zayn’s chasing me!” Harry said, barely achieving anything but his voice sobbing brokenly.

Niall’s eyes widened.

He took in the sight of Harry’s tears, broken flower crown, the scratch mark from where Zayn had grabbed him and grazed him with his claws, heard his broken sobs and panicked voice.

A dark inhuman rage filled Niall.

“I’ll kill him.”

“Niall! Y-you can’t!” Harry grabbed his arm in attempt to stop him.

Niall saw Harry’s eyes leaking tears, his body shaking. He’d never let Zayn hurt him. He couldn’t watch Theo grow up, see him laugh anymore; he couldn’t see Theo get married except from afar.

“I miss you, Uncle Niall. “

But, he wasn’t going to let Zayn take Harry away from him. His attachment to the boy had grown so strong already. And Harry was far too innocent for this world. He needed someone to protect him. He truly needed to be protected.

“Watch me.” Niall growled, wrenching his hand out of Harry’s grip.

Harry’s heart stopped when the lilac-haired man’s eyes turned the same black that Zayn’s had.

“No.” Harry sobbed.

“Not you, too.” He added in a faint whisper.

Niall opened his mouth and reached for the boy, to comfort him. Zayn appeared and slammed into Niall. Harry was screaming as he ran away, down the stairs and away from this madness. Zayn growled and then he and Niall were grappling on the ground. Niall wouldn’t let Zayn have him.

Zayn couldn’t have Harry.

Bonded pair or not, Niall would kill him before he let Harry get destroyed or turned into what Zayn was.

What Niall himself was.

A monster.
--

Harry was sobbing, tears making the world a blur. His chest was alive with pain as his heart beat like a hummingbird's wings and his arm was throbbing as if it also had a heartbeat. He stumbled and leaned against a building next to a bright streetlamp. At least he was in a safe part of town. It was well lit and had a low crime rate.

He need to stop for a moment- his head was spinning and he couldn’t breathe. He could feel a panic attack coming on, his hands were shaking and he was sucking in hard breaths, panting and black dots were painting his vision.

“Excuse me? Are you alright?”

Harry looked up and saw a man with chestnut brown hair; it was styled in a quiff and had a red streak in it. He had curved eyebrows, the left one was pierced and he had keen pale blue eyes, nestled in long eyelashes that cast shadows on his sharp cheekbones, his nose was cute in some sort of way and his dainty lips were set in a frown and the bottom one was pierced on the right.

He looked punk with the whole ripped jeans, band t-shirt, leather jacket and boots. But, he had the most beautiful aura Harry had ever seen on someone. Soft reds, oranges yellows and greens- any color that you could think of was there. Only a few black and dark colors marred it. So, from what Harry could see he had experienced tragedy, yet his soul was still so beautiful.

“N-no.” Harry sobbed, sniffling.

The man’s eyebrows furrowed, as he looked at him pityingly.

“Breathe, okay?”

Harry tried to slow his breathing.

“In and out. Slow and deep breathes, love.”

Harry nodded and after several minutes, his breathing was regulated and his shaking was beginning to slowly subside.

“Is there anything I could do to help?”

Harry nodded. “T-take me to the puh-police.” He stammered and the man nodded and extended his hand. Harry took it reluctantly, after a while Harry noticed that the man had a very gentle grip on his hand and soothingly rubbed it with his thumb.

“Oh, how rude of me not to ask… What is your name, sweetheart?” The man asked.

“Harry.”

“Lovely name.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem. I’m Louis.”

“Nice to meet you, Louis.”

--

“Nice to meet you, Louis.” Harry whispered politely.

This boy had to be his long lost lover.

It had to be.

He had to be.

Harry.

Harry simply had to be.

His lover had looked the exactly the same- curly brown hair, aquiline nose, pink Cupid’s bow lips, bright green eyes and the same tall lanky figure. Everything about him was precise- down to the way he walked and clutched Louis’ hand.

Fate was truly on his side, for once.

‘I get what I want sometimes.’ Louis thought to himself.

“It’s lovely to meet you, too, Harry.”

Notes

(Warning: Do NOT steal my fic. I worked hard on coming up with it and writing it. If my story gets stolen, I will stop writing it.)

So, here it is. Chapter three.

Firstly, I'm going to give a shout out to the lovely the Iris! Who was ever so kind as to translate this fic into Russian! ^u^

Russian translation: ficbook.net/readfic/2918305

Secondly, I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors. I looked and checked as throughly as possible, but sometimes I miss a few. Updates will come faster now that I'm shortening chapters.

Everything gets explained in the next chapter. So, you'll have to wait to see what happens to Zayn and Niall. And Harry and Lou finally met. ^u^

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Thank you for reading.
Hope you liked it.

Lots of love!

-Jazzy. xxx