The Secret Lives of One Direction (A Paranormal Fanfic)

Phase 2 - Part 2

Chapter Twenty-One

All my senses were bombarded with activity. I saw nothing but hot globules of lava spewing from a coal-black plume that was shooting out of the top of the mountainous volcano. I heard rumblings and what seemed like explosions. I smelt thick smoke that clogged my nostrils. I felt an overpowering heat, drawing sweat from every inch of my body from the moment I arrived. Even though I kept my mouth firmly closed, I felt like I could taste the ash and soot settling around me.

I didn't have long to prepare myself. Before I knew what was going on, great balls of lava were hurtling towards me, ready to take off a limb or two in seconds. I began sprinting and leaping in every direction, desperate not to be injured.

I thought back to when I was talking to Louis. I could almost hear his instructions, even over the banging, beating and booming of the earth surrounding me:

'To affect the left side, I need two different types of rock: igneous and sedimentary. But they have to be fresh. So, the igneous must be taken from a volcano just after it has erupted.'

I guess during an eruption is no different from after, I thought. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a drawstring bag. I opened it slowly and saw nothing but an empty inside of a dull, dark bag.

I decided to get a total of five rocks, just in case of accidental metamorphic rocks. I continued to dodge the falling lava rain with my vampire speed as I slowly climbed the volcano, finally grabbing the fifth just metres from the top.

That was when I stopped. When everything stopped. It felt like slow motion. I felt the temperature drop to almost freezing. The 'explosions' faded to background noise. I couldn't smell or taste anything.

I slowly ascended the rest of the volcano as it continued to erupt at the pace of a snail. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I reached the top.

I looked down into the shining, gooey lava lake that had yet to be shot into the sky. I saw it fold over itself, like a lava lamp, or a child's toy. I dropped the drawstring bag and was dimly aware of it resting on the ground beside me. A voice in the back of my head screamed at me to stop as I crouched down and began to reach out towards the swirling mass of black and orange. It sounded so distant...

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Louis' P.O.V.

I didn't sleep well after I sent Harry to the volcano. I was panicking. What if he lost his necklace and was unable to return? What if he tripped, fell into the lava and cooked to a crisp? What if the spell had malfunctioned and sent him way off course?

I couldn't stop these - and many other - questions from swirling around my mind, unanswered and unyielding. All I could do was wait for Harry's miraculous return; that was, if he were to survive...

I was the first to wake in the morning. After checking the time, I realised I had slept for two hours; could be worse.

Lazily, I swung my legs out from my bed and stretched whilst silently yawning. I studied the rest of the guys around me. Liam was lightly snoring and whimpering - I guessed it was some sort of dog-related dream. Niall seemed to be dozing, which confused me. Ghosts sleep? I decided I would question him at some point - probably when I had cast Harry's spell. Zayn was sleeping facing the wall, with Lena facing in the opposite direction. There was a gap between them.

Since Harry's return, the love birds hadn't been so lovey-dovey. I didn't know why, but I'm pretty sure I heard them have an argument not too long ago. It seemed serious.

I felt sorry for Zayn, but a deep-rooted sense of relief was slowly creeping through my body. I felt like he would be safer... probably just nonsense planted by Harry.

I shook my head to halt my thoughts and began to drag my body into the living area, where I saw 'Harry' lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

Although 'Harry' was an exact copy of Harry, he still didn't do anything without prompts. He wasn't a person. He couldn't think, only take orders. But he could keep secrets. Like a computer, some thoughts or memories were blocked from particular people.

"Morning, Ha--" I began to greet whilst yawning, but I quickly caught myself. Should I call him Harry? It felt weird. But he was a copy of Harry, and, since I had to treat him like Harry, I had to address him as such.

Or...

"Morning, Haz," I greeted lightly, using Harry's nickname that I seldom spoke. It felt easier for me but was also his name, which made everything easier.

'Harry' turned and smiled at me. "Hey, Lou," he said brightly, in the same way Harry always does.

My smile faultered, so I turned away and began to make myself a cup of coffee. It takes, in reality, a few hours for transportation to move a person from one location to another, but mere seconds for the person being transported. This means Harry may be anywhere. Maybe even on his way back, but I doubted it.

This was going to be a tough two days.

A/N  Looks like Phase 2 will last quite a few parts!

I have so many great ideas, I better write a little faster! There are quite a few revelations prepared - some (I hope) will take you by surprise!

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