Beneath his Darkness

Chapter 10

Tears fell down Harry's mums cheeks, she just read the note and spotted the smudged blood on Harry's bed covers. Her baby was gone, never returning. "He was a piece of shit anyway." Brad shrugged, Harry's mum glared and slapped him in the face.

"How dare you!" She screamed. "You did this get out of my house! Piss off! Get out!" she cried pushing him.

"Don't be a slut!" He chuckled obviously drunk, she pushed him into the wall punching him in the face. "I hate you get out!" She screamed as the tears streamed down her face.

"No come fuck with me baby" he mumbled, she grabbed his hand dragging him out. "Oh leading me to the bedroom? Cute."

She opened the front door, he chuckled again. "Baby not out here we can't have sex out here." he was wobbly, but was staying up from Harry's mums support.

"Now see out there?" she pointed out to the open. "Go fuck off." She said walking back inside as he stood out there clueless.

She closed the door locking it, tears staining her pink cheeks as she sobbed to herself grabbing a cushion crying into it arms wrapped tight around the cushion squeezing it.

She decided she best go to bed, instead of walking to her room she walked to Harry's room. Climbing into his bed and cuddling into his covers breathing in his scent.

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Louis carried, Harry's soft limp body. He didn't have much time he needed to get to his mate, Stan.

Stan was also a fallen angel, but much more experienced with everything. He knew how to bring people back to life and he had been doing so for a long time.

Louis' face was wet from tears as he carried the beautiful boy in his arms, he didn't have much time the longer he left it the less chance of bringing him back to life. Rain started to fall down on him making it harder. Wetting his tone body and falling softly onto Harry's sweet cheeks.

He decided he best fly the rest of the way, spreading his jet black, tattered wings as he flew up into the sky floating there then flying off finding Stan's house.

Once he had found Stan's small house, he lowered jumping down to the ground and running through the pouring rain now saturated, reaching Stan's door.

He kicked at the door as his hands were full, he screamed out. "STAN!! HELP!!" He yelled over the pouring rain, dripping wet. He kicked the door again, biting his lip ring.

"Fucken bastard come on." He murmured to himself.

He had enough and couldn't wait any longer, he bashed open the door running inside. He softly placed Harry on the couch and ran around Stan's house looking for him.

He spotted him laying in the back with a book by his side, asleep.

"STAN WAKE THE FUCK UP OMG!!" he screamed pushing him. "THIS IS URGENT YOU SELFISH CUNT!" Louis was so stressed, Stan rolled off the lounge.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Stan yelled at Louis, Louis glared at him.

"Harry's in trouble we don't have much time. Bring him back to life please." Louis begged tears forming in his crystal blue eyes.

Stan nodded and followed Louis to where Harry's laid peacefully, no movement from the tall fragile boy.

Stan placed his hand on top of Harry's heart, and closed his eyes breathing heavily. Stan had to give Harry some of his strength and energy to cause Harry's heart to start beating again.

Stan sat there got a few minutes not moving, he tried harder but he was not successful. He needed something more powerful.