Hero

Chapter 30

Harry holds Zayn close, and watches as he heals slowly. He can see Louis going me through different comics on his phone, on powers related to Zayn's.

"If he was a healer then why didn't he get better immediately after he broke his leg a few months ago?" Louis says frazzled and to be honest a bit stressed.

"Maybe he needed to legit actually die for his powers to...activate?" Liam suggest as he runs his hands up and down Louis arms. "Like his body probably just needed that push?"

Hary ignores them and juts keeps his focus on his baby. His knuckles brushing Zayn's cheeks, and his fingers threading through the side of Zayn's head where his hair was long. He would whisper encouraging things, and praises when more of the skin healed. Harry was worried, and this is exactly what scares him the most. Zayn getting hurt, and there is nothing that harry could do to help. "Zayn...come on baby juts wake up. Open those eyes for me yeah?" Harry says almost desperately as he rocks him a bit. "I know you're alright just..just please? For me?" Harry asks and fears start to prick his eyes. "I know I've been frustrating you a bit by not talking, but it's only cause I don't want you to get hurt anymore. I thought if you stayed away juts a bit then you'd be safe? No one wants a superhero boyfriend.,."

"You're an idiot."

Harry's eyes pop open and he looks at Zayn with a bright watery smile on his face. "Zayn!" He cheers before attacking Zayn in a hug. He kisses him all over his face, and down to his neck and over his shoulders. "I was so scared. I..fuck I thought I lost you again. I..why can't you heal faster?"

"I didn't know I could heal. I didn't even know it was a thing, it that I could do it."

"Oh! Listen," Louis says as he makes himself comfortable comfortable on the floor closer to Liam. They were all in the same room together, and being watched heavily by the us government inside of their building. It was absolutely ridiculous. "Healing, also called Restoration or Restore is the ability to mend the damaged anatomy in subjects. This is usually accomplished by use of psychic energy, the user's life energy, or even via blood transfusion between a superhuman who can regenerate and the subject that needs to be healed. Either version of this ability can be used to cure anywhere from paper cuts or broken bones to diseases that supposedly have no cure and otherwise-irreparable injury. A variation can even heal psychological damage and return lost memories, called either Psychic Healing, Mental Healing or Mental Awakening."

Zayn blinks a bit, and then looks at Harry. "So...we're like a power couple now?" He says trying to lighten the mood.

Harry chuckles and bends down pressing a light kiss to Zayn's forehead, which makes Zayn's heart flutter a bit. He smiles and tangles his fingers in Harry's curls pulling him closer they could actually kiss on the lips. They remember their friends there, so they keep it short and sweet. Harry smiles lovingly and nudged his nose against Zayn's before he's actually pulling away fully. Zayn rubs his hand over Harry's cheek and then finally noticed the bruise there when his sight becomes clear again. He gasps a bit, and his eyes soften a bit before he's brushing his fingertips over it even softer than before.

Harry closes his eyes at the touch, and leans into Zayn's hand. "I'm fine babe. Just a small little bruise."

Zayn ignored him though and keeps his hand there, constantly moving it. A few seconds pass and then Zayn's fingertips are glowing, and his eyes are changing from their normal lovely amber colour to a liquid golf colour. The boys gasp, and harry just stares in awe. Zayn notices his fingers and moves to oil them away, but harry grabs his hand keeping it there reassuring him that it's okay. Zayn stares for a few seconds before making an affirmative grunting noise before focusing on Harry.

His eyes staying gold after a few more second pass, and then harry can feel his cheek tingling. He was healing. The bruise was gone in seconds, and Zayn felt so proud of himself. He squeaks a bit and then is attacking harry in a hug and kissing all over his face. "I did it! I love you!" He yells and laughs along with Harry and then the doors are opening. They all then get told to follow the men who had opened the doors. The five exchange a look, before Zayn was nodding and making the first move to follow. They get to a big office room, with a big table with chairs and people around it. Other agents are in the room and are either on their laptops typing up reports, going over their records or talking. They all close their works though, when the door shuts behind them.

It's awkward. A heavy silence settled over them, thicker then the uneasy tension in the atmosphere. Unsettled eyes glanced unceremoniously around and tried to avoid catching other glances that passed by. Some shifted uncomfortably in their seat and others grasped their sweaty, nervous hands under the tables, and even others shuffled their feet against the cobbles of the wooden floor, awkwardly tracing the outlines of each brick while judging whispers swirled in the air around the small space where the only real superhero known to man was standing with his four friends. Words were finally directed to them after a few minutes, and then they all started all at once.

"Enough," an elder man that must have been in charge of this whole thing said. "I've been waiting for, praying for, some kind of top-down change, but now I know it won't happen that way. We're fooling ourselves if we think it will. We'll be watching some stupid reality show or playing computer games the moment the Earth goes past the tipping point and into an unstoppable greenhouse effect. We can try and try, and only make little changes throughout the years but...We'll still be being frightened by the news and placating ourselves with chemical laden junk food in pretty boxes, wrapped in plastic of course. We'll still be chasing that lifestyle we've been groomed for from childhood to crave, that life equals consumption, success equals consumption. We'll admire a system with no more morals than "rich is good" and you can do "whatever you can get away with" to accumulate more money than you can ever spend - while others starve." The man says to the group.

"With no change we'll continue to sacrifice our own children to the "daycare" system and then feel stressed when our damaged kids "act out." We won't even stop to dwell on the fact that the number one cause of death of our minors is suicide - yes, children killing themselves. And for the record, that means our culture - the one we accept so passively - killed them. I can't live with that, not anymore, and if you're being honest with yourself instead of swallowing the "I don't care," " I'm too busy to care" party line, then you'll know you can't either. So I here by ask for a hero. A change. And I'd like it if you agreed to some of the things I've thought of Harry."

"Will my family be free? Will you leave everyone alone?" Harry says and squeezes Zayn's hand softly.

The man nods, and Harry then slowly nods back after he and Zayn share another meaningful look together.