Demonic- Larry AU

Chapter 1- Unrequited

As Louis had expected it to be, the day was awful, not just because of his fowl outlook on the whole thing, but more because no one had bothered to talk to him all day. Yes, he had idle conversation here and there with people who'd really only emerged from the beehive of social activity through pity of him, not because he was interesting to any initiating university students. Putting all pity-derived conversation aside, Louis was alone most of the day, partially to his dismay but mostly to his advantage because he could then put his headphones in, turn his music up and explore.   

For the most part, he found no suspicious activity, of course that was until half way through the day when a small, seemingly horny, though that shouldn't judged by looks, looking boy started to follow him. He'd look back occasionally and see him no longer there, eventhough the presence was undeniably near by. So, guiltily, Louis would stop to use his powers, occasionally leaning against a wall pretending to be on his phone, allowing himself detachment from his physical body to turn and look at the boy. Finally after doing so three or four times, Louis decided to stop, and turn the other way, walking around the corner he had just turned, feigning a situation in which he accidentally bumped into the boy. Though instead of bewilderment like Louis' had expected in the others' eyes all the boy could do was glare and glare and glare, gritting his teeth and setting his jaw before speeding away from Louis. Louis was partially offended, ready at any minute to throw a sassy remark, but the other part of him was afraid, the roughly textured emerald of his irises glazed over and dulled by an almost infectious impulse of rage, giving off an air intimidation and malice that was so heavy it could've knocked down the shorter boy. Louis had no clue what the boy was capable of, only assuming so by the look of him, seeing the viciousness and toned muscles, that he was capable of things that made Louis question whether or not he could even take on the boy with his powers.  

Regaining his composure, Louis met back with his friends, who were each intimately staring at each other, something Louis completely despised. Waht's the use of friends if they're constantly horny off the thought of some sort of intimacy. Meeting at the front of the university, all of them standing plainly on crisp, malnourished grass, surrounded by dull buildings towering over each of them in each direction, Louis couldn't help but wonder about the green eyed lad he'd confronted earlier. Not interested at all in what any of them had to say, Louis focused on the surroundings, searching for the emerald eyed lad, as well as any familiar faces. Failing in noticing anyone of importance, only seeing jumbled characters in overcoats and jeans, shorts and uniforms traveling around in unorganized buzzes, Louis started to put headphones in. Louis was oblivious to all conversation around him until Zayn inquired, "who was that curly haired lad?"  

Louis' eyes widened at those five words, the small speech tearing him from his solemn trance, turning to face Zayn as quickly as he could, he bluntly burst out, "Emerald eyes, hair about as straight as the three of you?"  

Zayn nodded reluctantly, squinting his eyes in a look that proved how bluntly unfunny the comment was, "yeah, he was staring at us like we'd murdered his family or something." Zayn gave a passive shrug and turned back to Liam and Niall, laughing once more at whatever had them giggling earlier.  

"I need to go," Louis stuttered, quickly detaching himself from the group, pacing quickly away from the courthouse and homeward, not even bothering to wait for them in the car. Finally when he was out of view of anyone, passersby or cameras alike, he funbled through the tight pockets of his jeans, holding his breathe to hold back curses he would have for the difficulty of such an easy task. Finally obtaining it, he forced in onto and slit his right hand, making a shallow cut and wiped the blood on the wall of a back alley way. Hissing quietly through gritted teeth, Louis managed to say the address of his apartment, and step through the newly formed portal into his living room, there Louis stood, in front of his computer which as blowing up from notifications.