The Watcher

Chapter 8

Author's Note:

There will be smut in this chapter so I'll tell when to skip and when it stops in case someone doesn't like it.

Enjoy :)

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Warm breath was blowing on the back of his neck, urging him to take another step. Louis wasn't on his way to hell. Not yet. He had to die first, apparently, and then he'll go to hell. Louis was tormenting Harry with all the oh-so-sad goodbyes he had to say to his family and friends. The story he had was that he was going to America for his job. He was going to "accidentally" die from some kind of accident that Niall promised to back up. Louis made him promise that part, because the blonde refused to even look at the demon.

Now, he was currently crying his eyes out while hugging his beloved mum and sisters. He was never going to see them again and he had such a tiny amount of time to be with them. His mum and sisters made him promise to call them as much as possible, which made him feel even worse and hold them tighter.

He looked at the glare on Harry's face and sighed. He had to go now, and he wanted to kill every last demon that made this terrible idea of threatening the Heavens for Louis. If there ever was going to be a war, he was sure as hell not going to fight.

With a few more kisses and bear hugs, they were on his way to an abandoned house with Harry. Every second of the walk was spent giving Harry death glares and ignoring everything that was said to him. Harry wanted to snap his nap right then, but he kinda understood the situation in Louis' place.

When they walked in, Harry guided Louis to the kitchen. Louis sat down as he watched Harry make his away around collecting various objects that made him anxious about what he had planned. He saw Harry put down a medicine kit and he looked at him with confusion on his face.

"I might be evil in your eyes, but I'm letting you know right now that I'm not completely heartless. I'm not going to let you feel pain," Harry muttered as he inserted liquid in the syringe.

"You're going to poison me?" Louis whispered. His whole body was shaking and 'when did it get so hot in here?' He felt tears continue falling down his face. He never did stop crying since he left his mum's house. He was breathing fast and he didn't know what to do with his hands. He then sat on them and hissed at the coldness of the small rag, that Harry used to clean a spot for the needle. He whimpered and sulked away when Harry placed the head of the needle on his skin.

Harry sighed and placed the syringe down on the counter. He wrapped his arms around Louis' waist as he pulled him into a standing position. He shushed the shaking human and kissed gently at his temple. He wiped the tears that had slipped from his beautiful blue eyes and caressed his chin. Harry didn't really know what to say so he just watched as Louis calmed himself down. Louis nodded after one last sniffle and pointed towards the syringe.

Harry slightly smiled and turned around to get it. He gently pushed the trembling boy down to sit as he placed the syringe on a small, clean spot on his arm.

Louis breathed in one last time as Harry started pushing down the top of the needle. Louis was gone.

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Louis was now gazing at his brand new black wings that were now taking over his whole back. He ran his small fingers along the black silk trying to get through his stubborn head that they were real.

He had a hard time getting into the building he was in. He found out Harry was sort of a royal so there were a lot of fancy decorations and the place looked like a castle. He watched as the people, or guards and maids, looked at Harry with admiration. He had saved them from dying in the big war that was planning to happen. Louis, though, got pure scowls and glares from them. He couldn't blame them, since he was planning on beating them in some war, but they have him now. They could at least get over it. He wasn't going to hurt anybody now. He felt so uncomfortable under their scowls, that he clung to Harry like a life line. He had rolled his eyes at Harry's smirk, but he couldn't feel safer to be honest.