Fire & Flame

Two

There were five royal bloodlines left to exist in the world. The five consisted of Tomlinson, Luna, Cromwell, Barclay, and Styles. The Lunas and Cromwells went into hiding 200 years ago after the war between the witches and the demons came to a stand still. The witches council created a treaty that the demons could do as they pleased within the human world but would refrain from doing harm to the witches and the creatures they had alliances with, the vampires and the werewolves.

 But it wasn't enough for the demons. They created a clause that once every 100 years, they had a choice of one person from one royal bloodline whom they could claim and whisk away to their realm to be used for their own selfish purposes. This usually meant they would be put up for auction and sold to the highest bidder. The council agreed and the war came to an end after 30 years. 

The first bloodline to fall victim to the treaty was the Cromwells, they chose the youngest daughter whose name was Evangeline. She had turned sixteen two days before they appeared, demanding their prize. Matthew and Eva fought and begged to save their daughter but the council held their end of the treaty and Evangeline was taken. Since then, they went into hiding with the Lunas following soon after. It's been 100 years since she was taken and the remaining royal bloodlines are on high alert, waiting for the day the demon government arrives demanding their next victim.

Each royal bloodline had its own unique set of powers that set them apart from the mundane witches. Cromwells controlled blood, they could command a person's actions by controlling the blood flow within their body. Lunas controlled the weather, a simple bad day for a Luna could result in a hurricane sweeping through a city. Barclays controlled the body, they were shapeshifters who could be human one second and a falcon the next. 

The Tomlinsons controlled the mind, with a flick of their wrist or a tilt of their head, they could hypnotize a person into doing what they pleased and could rewrite a person's memory with a simple whisper. Finally, the Styles controlled the shadows, the greatest fears of a person could take form in the shadows that danced at the fingertips of the Styles family, enveloping them until all they can feel is the darkness.

—

"Quit staring at him like that, you look like a starving animal and he's your next snack." Louis points out to his best friend who was eye fucking Zayn from across the food hall. The reformed demon was talking to Liam Payne, a werewolf who also happened to be Harry's best friend. Therefore, he made it onto Louis' shit list. 

"Shut up," Niall huffs finally turning away from their head trainer. "It's not wrong to admire from afar." 

"It's wrong when you're getting drool all over the table."

"I am not!" Niall protests but quickly rubs his chin to check, rolling his eyes when he finds no drool. "You're in a shitty mood today, what's gotten into you?"

Louis sighs and leans his elbow onto the table, fiddling with the fries in front of him. "Nothing, just got a call from home." He murmurs quietly, thinking back on the dreaded phone call from earlier. 

"Have you figured it out yet?"

"No, I haven't what's the rush the year just started." Louis complained through the phone while slamming his textbook shut. He could hear shuffling from the other end and knew his father was going into his office. His suspicion was right when he heard the click of the door shut.

"Do I have to remind you what they have done to us? What the Styles family put our name, our legacy through?"

Louis bites down on his lip to refrain from snapping back that he reminds him everyday what the Styles family did to them. "No, I understand but it's going to take time. I can't just suddenly become friends with the kid, we've hated each other for years. I need to work up to it." Louis explains, glancing out his dorm window at the trees swaying in the wind. He should visit that new tunnel he stumbled upon last week, he hasn't had the chance to yet. 

"Taking your sweet time won't help us, the court date is in three months and we need solid evidence or we're done. This involves you as well Louis, as the family's heir you should be more concerned. It affects you more than you know. Keep that in mind." And with that, his father hung up the phone, leaving Louis to his thoughts and how he was going to move forward. 

"Earth to Louis, are you listening?" Niall's voice breaks through his thoughts and he snaps back to reality, focusing his attention back on the brunette. 

"Sorry I got lost in my thoughts, what did you say?"

"I asked if everything was okay at home."

Louis nods, grabbing a handful of fries and shoving it into his mouth. "It's good, we're good. They just miss me that's all." He blows off the subject and chews his food quickly before he points to Zayn who was walking out the food hall. "Your man is leaving you might want to follow him."

"Shut up," Niall whines, his eyes landing on the retreating figure. "He's got a great ass though."

—

Louis was walking through the hall on his way to his next class when he heard a low whistle come from his right. His eyes followed the sound and they narrowed when they landed on the tall curly haired man.

"What the hell do you want?" Louis snaps, his blue eyes shining with irritation wanting nothing more than to slap the smirk off his stupid face. 

"You look good today Tomlinson. The sun is doing you wonders, you've got a nice tan from soccer practice." Harry says with his lips tilted into a lazy smile. Louis rolled his eyes, tightening his grip on the textbooks in his hands. 

"Didn't know you were such a creep Styles, keeping notes on me and what I'm doing?" Louis snaps back causing the taller man to chuckle lowly. 

"Can't help what my eyes like to see." He simply replies and Louis' breath catches in his throat momentarily before he frowns, throwing his middle finger up. 

"Screw you Styles." He huffs before scurrying off, ignoring Harry's lingering comment.

"Anytime you'd like deliciae (darling)." 

—

Louis needed a plan on how to get on Harry's good side without seeming suspicious. He's been thinking it over all night but he can't seem to focus. All he can think about is those stupid green eyes and how they sparkled when he looked at Louis. He knows what he's doing, that jerk knew how to get under his skin. 

Louis huffs and snaps his fingers, the blinds opening on his window as he turns his head to look at sky. The moon was out and it was shaped like a toe nail, his favorite kind of moon phase. 

Louis knew there was pressure on him but he couldn't help the way Harry lit up every nerve in the worst way possible. How was he supposed to get close enough to be his friend when he couldn't stand being near the man for more than five minutes?

A ding sounded and Louis flicks his wrist, his phone appearing in his hand from where it had laid on his bed. There was a text from Niall and Louis swiped up, clicking on his messages. 

Nialler: Party tonight by the watering hole, you coming?

An idea popped into Louis' head and he smirked, looking down at his phone as he concocted the first step in his plan of earning Harry's trust. His fingers flew across the screen as he typed, sending back the message and shutting his phone off afterwards. Harry Styles was going to learn that the Tomlinson name wasn't one to mess with.

Lou: Wouldn't miss it, let's get fucked up.