Let Your Good Heart Lead You Home (Zarry AU)

Part 12

(the image attached will be relevant later on)

Despite not getting enough sleep and generally feeling like he accidentally stepped out of his grave, he's still doing late night research. All day long Harry's been thinking about The Artist and what they think they're doing, who they are (not that he'll ever really know that), and what the article meant with bloody murals. An image of The Creation of Adam briefly pops into his mind, but he quickly dismisses that because it's a ceiling fresco and not a mural.

Sometimes his mind feels like an overexcited puppy dropping piles of toys on someone's lap. There really isn't anything he can do with the information. That also means it's working overtime and quickly becoming exhausting.

It's always the never-ending questions, and the answers he does get never make sense, so he's just stuck with more questions. Who is The Artist? Does his sister hate him? Why did his dad do it? Would Harry's life be different if he never- if it never happened? What would Liam do if he found out?

Why does he feel so lonely?

The last one comes out of nowhere and he almost laughs because he doesn't want to be one of those people. He doesn't want to be sad. There's no point in it. Of course he's not alone, he has friends. They care about him.

But he's still missing something. It's just a generally incomplete feeling that Harry fears might be permanent. Maybe everyone feels this way? The world is big, after all. A big world also means plenty of crimes, which brings Harry back to his original purpose of finding out more about The Artist.

First of all, why the name? A number of articles suggest that they kill their victim and then use their blood to paint a mural. One of them even has an image attached.

When Harry looks closer, he notices it's composed of many strokes. Not that it looks like it's made with a brush; the edges are too round. His suspicions are confirmed when later in the article it's revealed The Artist uses their hands.

Okay, so he's impressed. This person is amazing at what they do. Maybe even better- no. Harry closes his laptop after exiting his browser and places it on his coffee table so he can stretch on his sofa. His joints hurt from sitting in such an awkward position, and he can feel a tight knot forming in his lower back. He needs to rest. After that he needs to find a new target and show this Artist that they need to mind their own business.

They definitely have Harry's attention. Now it'shis turn.

Because this chapter is so bloody short I'll be updating tomorrow! Hooray. That's Thursday.

Love you xxx <3