Crimson Stars.

chapter 5

Harry's P.O.V

"Harry? There you are Jesus I was worried about you" I felt someone pull me backwards. There I was standing face to face with Louis Tomlinson, well nose to forehead. He was about four or five inches taller than me.

"Erm, yeah I was kinda in the nurses office. I got sick" I said stepping back from him.

"A-are you ok" He asked. Stepping closer, he almost looked as though it was his fault, well it kinda was.

"Um, yeah I just need to get home" I said swining my backpack over my shoulder and turning away.

"I could give you a ride home ya know" He said walking beside me.

"No thanks, im fine" I said looking stright foward.

"Um, ok then" He looked almost dissapointed when he slowed his pace down and tured down another hallway. Whats his deal? I mean Im just Harry, nothing great about me. So why was he so bumed?

Louis P.O.V

Oh god, I can't believe this. No, no no no no. Louis stop, you can not love harry, hes a human and your a friggin demon for satans sake. It would never work out. Ever.

"Hey dude, Vas Happenin?" Zayn asked as I walked in and slumped down on the couch.

"I kissed a human today" I mumbled, glancing at him.

"Louis! You could have killed her. You know what happens when we kiss humans, our venom goes into the viens. It could get them sick, or even kill them.

I rolled me eyes, "One, it was a he. Two, it was a quick peck. Three, Hes fine, he just got alittle sick and had to go to the nurse."

"I don't care if it was a fucking duck, no kissing." He said and poked my arm.

I really do need to stop. I don't like Harry, I can't like Harry. Demons don't love. Ever we are evil, we kill, we hate, we don't love. I will not love, ever not anyone or anything, not even Harry.

Flashback~~~~~

"Louis!" My father hissed. I let go of a little stuffed bunny I was cuddling up to.

"Y-yes father?" I bowed

"What is that?" He asked hatred dropping off every word he spat out of his mouth.

I looked at the fluffy object in my hand, "Its my bunny, I love him. Hes my bestfriend" I said pulling it to my chest. My father got off his thrown, his crimson robes dragging the floor. He squatted down so we were eye level.

"Louis, Louis my son. You are the prince of the underworld, the grandson to the king of hell. One day, you will be king of the underworld, then when I die, or it is my time to go, you will be king of hell. Louis, you have greatness thrust upon you, don't waste it. You will rule this place someday and when you do, you most rule it with honor. You must be a great king, you have to be what you need to be. Cruel and evil. Rule with rage, my son. Do not pity the peasents, do not care for them, or anything. You are a prince. Hate them, they are nothing. You are something. Son, do you know what love is? Love is a terrible, terrible thing. It makes you weak and it will kill your greatness, Build your walls now Louis. And never, ever let them fall." He looked at me with hatred in the pit of his eyes.

"Do you love me, or mommy?" I asked on the verge of tears.

"No, no I do not Louis, your just here. And don't be sad about that, you should feel the same way" He said getting back up and walking to his golden thrown, a thrown that will soon be mine.

Mine. No love, just hate.

Flashback end~~~~~