Oh My (Greek) God(s) -LS-

Chapter 4

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Louis is called ‘Hades’ a lot in this chapter. Just a heads up.

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Word Count:

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Harry had been waiting in his room ever since he had gotten home from school. He has yet to eat supper, he has yet to speak to anyone, and he hasn’t even showered and he hasn’t done his nightly face wash with his Clean ‘n Clear. He does that religiously. He just couldn’t now. He ran home, feeling like someone was following him, and locked himself in his room. That was when he noticed that whoever was following him was someone who was with Mr. Tomlinson, Hades.

The shadow, as it turned out to be, was one of Hades’ top warriors that was sent to watch over Harry. Harry was grateful.

But now, he was beginning to regret not eating something or even going to the bathroom. He was just too scared.

At one thirty or so in the morning, Harry was beginning to drift off to sleep. That was when he began to feel cold. Freezing cold.

“Wake up, my dear mortal.” Harry heard someone whisper to him. “Come on, babe. It’s me. Louis, Hades, come on.” The voice whispered. Harry felt a hand on his cheek and he slowly opened his eyes, meeting the black eyes of the God of the Dead.

“Mr. Tomlinson?” Harry whispered, his voice rough from his little somewhat nap.

“Yes, it’s me, my dear.” Hades whispered. “You can call me Hades when we are alone or not here, my dear.” Hades quietly told Harry as he pressed a kiss to Harry’s cheek.

“Okay.” Harry whispered as he slowly sat up. He rubbed his eyes and let out a small yawn before he stretched his arms out, then leaning onto the God’s side and closing his eyes.

Hades chuckled and wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist, holding him close, and pressed a kiss to his head.

“I really hope it’s you, my mortal.” Hades whispered to Harry’s sleeping form.

Harry just nuzzled closer to the god and sighed happily as he slept.

 

~'~

 

When Harry woke up next, he was not at home and his was not with Hades. He was alone, in a room. The room looked really, really nice, though. It had a few bunk beds, and some clothes and such. It was obvious that others stayed in this room as well. Harry wondered where he was for a moment or two, or for a while.