1D bromance one shots!

Let me be your reason-narry

Hey! I'm back! And I'm sorry for taking so long to update... I've been so busy with school and stuff, so I haven't had time to write one shots... I'm sorry. But I'm back! This is loosely based off that scene from City of Ashes, where Jace lets Simon drink his blood to save him. Yes, I know they aren't actually a couple, but I saw this drawing of the part where Simon says "I could have killed you" and Jace says "I would have let you" and I thought it was kind of cute, and it looked like a good prompt in a way, so I'm tweaking the scene to make it a narry. I don't give a shit if they aren't even in a relationship in the books, I liked the scene. So don't you dare say anything about how they aren't a couple, because I don't care. Anyways, on with the oneshot!!! Oh, Niall is Simon and Harry is Jace. This scene will most likely start out a lot like the book one, but end completely different. Also, pretty long, so be happy! All rights to TMI go to the amazing Cassie Clare, I'm just using one of her scenes. I don't own any of her stuff (although id love to)so all credit for Simon and Jace go to her. Have fun reading!
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Third POV
Harry collapsed onto the metal floor of the catwalk, trying to catch his breath. Agramon had disappeared after he had stabbed him, and the floor had collapsed underneath Harry, sending him down into the lower area of the boat. He looked around, searching for his stele, or any source of light. There was a dim light shining on the walls, and he could see, about ten feet away, was his stele. He stood up slowly, being careful, as his back was sore from hitting the metal catwalk so hard, and walk towards his stele. The blue light radiating off it illuminated the catwalk behind it. Harry picked up the shining tool and held it in his right hand (is Harry right handed or left handed?) he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, his breathing was fast and his eyes darted around, waiting for a demon to jump out and attack. When nothing came, he looked around again. He started walking slowly and carefully down the catwalk, making his way towards the end. The ship itself made a bunch of loud noises, bangs and creaks and groans, and the ship worked to stay afloat. The ship seemed to be old, and rusty, not something prestigious and fancy That he associated with his father. He made his way down the narrow strip, nimbly avoiding the pipes that jutted out of the ship walls. He stopped to look around and figure out where to go, when he noticed a smear of something dark on the floor. A dark red liquid was splashed all over the floor, and down the hall, as if someone had been dragged down the hall covered in dark red paint. No. Not paint. Blood. There was blood covering the whole floor. Harry scraped his foot trough it. It was still fresh. He walked down the catwalk, and partway down, there was more splatters of blood. The pattern kept going, a foot down the catwalk, another splatter. The pattern itself was strange. Not as though someone had been in a fight, but as though they had been either dragged or carried bleeding down the catwalk. There was something laying at the end of the catwalk. A pile of trash maybe. But as Harry drew closer, he realised it wasn't a trash heap, but a body. Harry's heart sounded like a drum in his ears. His boots sticking to the floor and making an awful sound every time he made a step, as though he was walking with suction cups. He reached the body to stare at it. The boy laying there was blonde and wore jeans, ripped at the knees, and a checkered arm less shirt. Harry slid his arms underneath the lifeless body and heaved. The body, limp and heavy, turned over slightly. Blue eyes stared up at him lifeless lay. His heart constricted. It was Niall. Niall, who had never wanted to be thrown into the Shadow world but was mercilessly and unwillingly, who was so gentle and kind, who never hurt a fly, was lying in front of Harry, his throat and wrists deeply gashed, his eyes staring blankly up at him. Harry sank to his knees, holding Niall upright by his waist. He thought hopelessly of the others. Liam, Louis, and Zayn... And himself. He thought about Liam, his pain when he finds out, the crushing guilt inside him, Liam gripping his shoulder and looking him in the eyes.
'You'll find him, I know you can.'
And he had. But it was a moment too late. And the guilt of that was crushing him.
Harry, when he had been young, his father always told him how to kill vampires. Vampires live off of blood, they run on it like cars with gasoline. It wasn't hard to see what His father had done.
Harry reached out with a trembling hand to close Niall's eyes. The expression on Niall's face was too much for him to bear. At least when the others saw him, they wouldn't see him like this. He reached over to tug Niall's shirt collar over the gash in his throat.
Then, Niall moved. His eyelids twitched and opened, but they rolled into the back of his head. He made a gurgling sound, a faint groan, and his lips curled back, his fangs sharp and shiny, glinting in the witchlight. A rattled breath exhaled through his slashed throat.
Harry felt nausea creep up his throat, his hand tightening around Niall's waist while his other went up to his mouth, covering it as he gagged. He's not dead. He's not dead. But oh god, what pain he must be in. He can't heal himself without-
Without blood. Harry laid Niall gently back on the ground and dragged his left sleeve up with his other hand. Using a piece of broken metal he found near Niall's body, he slashed a deep cut running from his wrist to his elbow. Blood gushed out of the open cut. He could feel the numbing pain, but it didn't matter. He dropped the metal piece and looked down at Niall. He hadn't moved yet. Harry moved his arm over Niall's face and let the blood drop onto his lips. Niall didn't move. Harry leaned down, pressing his bloody wrist to Niall's mouth and muttered quietly.
"Drink, love. Drink it and live."
For a moment, it was silent. Then, Niall made a gasping sound, his eyes fluttered shut. Harry felt a strong pressure on his arm, and Niall's right hand flew up and clamped tightly onto Harry's arm, right above where the cut ended. Niall's whole upper body lifted off the floor and Harry felt the pressure on his arm increase as Niall sank his fangs into the cut deeper. Pain laced through Harry's arm.
"Okay, Ni, that's enough."
Niall looked up at him. His eyes were the normal bright blue, but the pupils were blown wide, dilated to the point of almost covering the iris. His colour in his cheeks had returned, a flush that looked almost like a fever. His lips slightly parted and a thin trail of blood drilled off his lips, his mouth stained a bright red and his fangs stained bloody and menacing.
"Niall?" Harry asked cautiously.
Niall rose up. He moved with an incredible inhuman speed, knocking Harry off his feet an jumping on top of him. Harry's head hit the ground as Niall sank his fangs into his neck. He tried to push away, but the boy's hands were holding his shoulders down.
But Niall wasn't actually hurting him. The pain had been replaced with a dull burn, the sort of feeling as using a stele to draw a rune. A drowsy sense of pleasure swept through Harry's body and he felt his muscles relax from their tense posture. The hands that he had been trying to use to push Niall away now pulling the vampire boy closer. He closed his eyes as the pleasure slowly swept through his veins, a calming sense of peace.
Harry gasped as a sharp pain laced through his neck. He opened his eyes to see Niall sitting up on him, staring down at him in horror, his hands covering his mouth. Niall's wounds had disappeared, healed, and his shirt was stained with blood now.
Harry could feel his shoulders bruising from Niall's grip and the pain from his slashed wrist, and his punctured neck now coming to him.
Niall took both his hands away from his mouth and stared at Harry in horror.
"I could have killed you, Harry..." There was a sort of pleading, almost desperate sense in his voice.
"I would have let you."
Niall stared at Harry for a minute before he started frantically shaking his head. He ducked his head down, his hair covering his face, and continued to shake his head. He then leaned down and buried his head in Harry's neck, the opposite side from the puncture wound. Harry was shocked, and for a minute didn't move, before he slowly raised his arms to wrap them around Niall's waist.
"Niall? What's wrong?"
Niall mumbled something into Harry's neck.
"What? Niall, you're speaking too quietly. Speak up."
Niall pulled his head out of Harry's neck, and Harry was surprised to see him glaring at him.
"You're an idiot."
"What?"
"I could have killed you, and all you say is you would have let me? Did you think about how that would play out? What would happen if I killed you? What about Zayn, Liam, Louis? What about me?"
"Niall, they would be fine without me. You would too. I wouldn't care if you killed me."
"BUT I WOULD! Harry, I-I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I killed you."
"Why? I thought you hated me."
Niall's hands shot out, grabbing Harry's face. He held his face so it stayed facing him. He leaned down.
"Niall, wh-"Harry was cut off by Niall pressing his lips to Harry's. Harry's eyes widened for a minute before they slipped shut, becoming lost on the kiss. Niall tasted like iron and rust, the taste of blood, but Harry barely noticed it. He reached up and hooked his arms around Niall's waist, pulling him closer. He could feel Niall's fangs retract as they kissed. Niall pulled away and stared into Harry's green eyes.
"You always throw your life away, without thinking of the consequences. For once in your life, think about others around you before you rush head first into doing something dangerous. Please. I want to safe." Niall then buried his head in Harry's neck.
"Niall, I'm sorry. I just-I didn't have a reason to live..."
Niall lifted his head up, his eyes glossy with tears.
"You have reasons! Liam, Louis, Zayn, what about them?"
"I-I just don't-"
"Harry, we love you. You're their family. I can't lose you either. You should have thought of us."
"What reason should I care to live, Niall? Tell me."
Niall's eyes stared down at Harry, his eyes shone with thousands of emotions. Pain, anger, fear, love. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to Harry's.
"Let me be your reason. Please just let me..."