The Worst Intentions (Larry)

9. Save Our Selves (I)

*i added more at the end bc i didn't like the original one just fyi*

writing this in 3rd person since it'll make life a billion times easier, so sorry in advance if it causes any confusion. and i'm sorry i make you all wait so long. i'm sick af tho so love me.

things are gonna get cray btw.

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They had boarded the plane a few hours ago when Niall saw it.

The six of them had been jittery in their seats already, but once the blonde had come back to himself and hastily recounted what he'd just seen the anxiousness grew tenfold.

The Council had chosen to give Niall his 'sight' back.

They had allowed him to see what was going on at that very moment.

The battle had started and, from the looks of it, it was probably going to end before they even had the chance to land.

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Earlier That Day...

"I'm fucking useless!"

"Hey now, don't think so lowly of yourself. You have a very special talent."

Harry scoffed. "And what use is it if I can't even get it to work properly?"

Harry had been out in the still-yet-to-grow-any-grass-after-accidentally-setting-it-on-fire field with Matthew watching from close by. He had taken to following the younger around wherever he went and he didn't even seem to mind, much to Louis' chagrin (he couldn't even think without Harry snapping at him, and Matthew was his so-so friend/enemy first).

"You know, at this point I kinda don't even care if they kill me," Harry exhaled, squatting and hiding his face in his hands, basically curling in on himself without dropping fully to the ground.

"You do care, a lot actually," Matthew corrected knowingly, and Harry felt a sudden pang of annoyance shoot through him. "You're pretty good at controlling everything minus nature, but that's to be expected. After all, you did only briefly discover you even had abilities."

Harry peaked one eye out from between his fingers, squinting at the too casual-looking man now stood in front of him.  "It's the most important. There's no guarantee that there'll be water or fire for me to manipulate, and the air only helps when it wants to. I'm literally useless."

Matthew could feel the bitterness seeping from the words and the man himself, and he could feel the need to console radiating from inside the house - Louis' room to be exact. He wished that they'd both hurry up and get over themselves already, because all of the pain they were causing and experiencing was absolutely unnecessary. But, he supposes, that's stubborn people/vampires for you.

He smiled, not caring if it came off as patronizing. Whine like a child, expect to be treated as such. "You're only as useless as you let yourself think you are." He through in a pat to the head for good measure, and, never one to hold back, let out a pleased laugh when the other jerked away and straightened out with a partially murderous partially dumbfounded look.

"What the hell, man!" Harry spat, not liking how belittled he was currently feeling.

"Matthew? Could I talk to you for a second?" A third voice suddenly questioned. Both men turned towards the sound; one flinching and averting their eyes while the other practically beamed. It's not hard to guess who was who.