Lost Soul

-The End-

Louis' Pov

I'm a poison ivy. I wrap around the hearts of those who love me. I wrap their hearts, poison their blood. I hurt them. I hurt my loved ones.

I am a nightmare. I catch people when they're most vulnerable. I attack their weakest spots. Even though they know that what they are experiencing isn't real  they cannot escape from me. They accept the reality that I show them. They can't walk away until I let them. They can't forget me when they're gone. I hurt their souls so deeply that they can't even weaken the effect of what I put them through.

I'm the devil. I defy God. I whisperdirty things in the ear of pure souls and take them into my own dark pit. I tempt them, force them to do things they will regret. I take pleasure from suffering souls pain. I love the way they curse my name.

I am hell. I welcome those who take refuge in me with rains of fire. I tie them around the wrists with barbed wire. I make fun of their writhing in pain. I wonder how much pain they can take, I want the breath they take to burn their lungs. The more they belong to me, the more brutal I am to them.

I am God. I forcefully impose the reality I created on those around me. I explain why they should worship me. I show them that they can't live without me. I prove them again and again that I can make them a king or a slave. I also show that I can place grief in their hearts. And that I can remove the sorrow in their hearts. I punish those who oppose me with my hell. I reward those who take refuge in me with my paradise.

The man I love is an angel. A glamorous angel who serves me unconditionally. The embodiment of purity and cleanliness. The only representative of beauty and love.

He is a brave angel. My angel, who is ready to be at my service on his knees whenever I want, is brave enough to stand in front of me when necessary. An angel brazen enough to tell me I'm overstepping my bounds while bending reality. An angel ready to turn into a demon.

The man I love is a demon. A rebellious devil who opposes his god. A demon who left me all alone to prove to me how much I need him. A devil who is jealous of my other servants and. He is a devil who makes me give away my all other slaves  from my heaven and hell. A demon who knows I will do anything to not lose him. A devil who knows very well that when he frowns and looks at me with a thousand meanings, I can recklessly destroy the bright lights of heaven as if I'm putting out a candle, and I can cover up the pits of hell that are filled with pleasurable screams.

That's what I was thinking as Harry sat next to me with a proud expression. I had watched the movie. Although it was shot in a short time, it was great. It was the kind that could compete with my movie. Harry knew that too well. This was exactly the reason for the proud smile on his face.

We were at the awards ceremony. He came to the hall together as our fans expected from us. We posed together on the red carpet. It was as if  what had happened in the last months never happened. It was as if Harry hadn't told me I was crazy and dumped me. It was like I had never lost Harry.

We both knew that Harry's movie had become our escape ramp when everything we'd been through was driving us apart.

Our relationship was strange. It started before we knew how. It was about to end as strangely as it began. Now we were reuniting in an equally strange way.

After he finished applauding the best female actor of the year, I held his hand on the table. As my fingers touched his skin, he stared at me with his beautiful eyes. He moved his chair closer to mine as a loving smile appeared on his face.

“Loved your movie,” I whispered. "It was stunning."

"I know," he said smugly. I loved this attitude. Was he aware of how attractive he looked when he was confident?