Five Degrees from Freezing - Larry Stylinson

Chapter x - Python Green

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Harry's eyes darted to the door, then to Louis who was still lying on his chest completely naked. He could hear the purring and even breaths that told him Louis had fallen asleep.

"Guys?" Zayn's voice asked again. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but as he did, the door opened.

The sly grin made contact with Harry's dull green eyes. Zayn's face hair-hidden face moved slowly, looking down the bed, onto Louis', before scanning back to Harry. The glistening grin didn't fade, not even for a second.

Harry turned his face to the smashed window, unable to move from Louis' small body on top of him. He closed his eyes and bit his lip nervously. A pair of footsteps creaked over the floorboards and stopped by the bed. Harry waited, not daring to move because he still had nothing on. At that moment, hands touched his chest and Louis was lifted up. Zayn pulled the small body away and Louis woke up, hissing, with his teeth on show, before collapsing on the space beside Harry and curling up into a ball. Harry brought his legs up to hide himself but a sheet was thrown over him. He opened an eye, then another and turned around.

He expected to receive a slap across the cheek by his brother, but he wasn't there. Harry sat up, propping himself on his hands as he looked around. Louis was beside him, curled up and asleep, purring with his white tail flicking and ears twitching. Zayn had closed the door and had moved to the chair in the corner of the room opposite Harry. His legs were crossed by his ankle on his knee, and a cigarette was jammed between his lips that were pressed into a line. He had gone through his personality changes and Harry could see it. He sat in the shadows, facing Harry but not letting him know if that's where he was looking or not. That was the scariest thing about the man. His face was always pointing in Harry's direction, but the boy could never tell if he was being watched.

Harry continued to watch him lower the lighter, not a single emotion on his face.

A slow cloud of smoke left the man's lips as he said "Why are you still here?" The question was abrupt, but Harry could tell by the way Zayn had asked that it wasn't to drive him away. "Why aren't you scared?" He asked again, changing his question to one he thought better of.

Harry looked at Louis, knowing that he was the subject of conversation. "I'm petrified." He said honestly.

"Then why didn't you run away like everyone else?" Zayn's voice was slow and deep. It was calm too, as if he didn't really care.

"I thought he was going to die." Harry replied, glancing at the smashed window through the corner of his eyes. "He has hallucinations." He said quietly to not wake the body sleeping on the bed.

Zayn nodded. "Was it Luca again?" He asked, inhaling the smoke. Under his hair, his eyes were down on his cigarette, and didn't turn once to look at the Prince.

"Yes."

Zayn continued to nod slowly, "That happens a lot." He replied. "You shouldn't concern yourself. He'll always land on his feet."

"But what if he hadn't?" Harry asked, annoyed by how careless Zayn was acting.

Zayn pulled the cigarette away, not turning his head away from Harry. "Then he would have died."

"How can you even say that?" Harry spat out in disgust. He turned his face and looked away.

"So what if I say it?" Zayn growled in the same deep voice. "You calling me a liar?"

Harry brought his eyes back, "Well, no-"

"That cold-hearted bastard would have fallen on his feet, don't concern yourself so much." The man interrupted, exhaling the smoke. "A jump from that window is the same thing to him as a step off the edge of the bed. It makes no difference, he wouldn't have died."