Not So Superheroes (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 14

When Louis dropped him off he didn't ask Harry for permission when he too climbed through Harry's bedroom window. Harry didn't seem to mind, but he didn't seem like he was thinking about it all that much. All he could think about was the person in the alleyway. It scared him, someone was after him and he didn't know why.

"Harry, you have to tell me what happened." Louis said softly.

"No I don't, leave me alone." Harry snapped, but let out a wince when a sharp shooting pain went through his wrist. When Louis rushed beside him to see if he was okay Harry stepped away quickly, rubbing his wrist and praying it was just from when the stranger grabbed him harshly.

"Harry, I don't want to scare you, but there's something on your wrist." Louis said slowly and Harry's eyebrows furrowed. His eyes casted down to his wrist, where there seemed to be a tattoo like pattern in black ink on his wrist. Only, it wasn't a tattoo. He didn't remember getting a tattoo, "That... That wasn't there before." Harry gulped, tracing over the pattern on his wrist.

"What is it?" Asked Louis, inspecting it cautiously, afraid it would do something to him.

"It looks like a leaf. A fucking leaf! Why is there a bloody leaf tattooed on my wrist? I don't remember this." Harry continued to trace over the image on his right hand. It hurt slightly if he put too much pressure on it, but he tried not to think about that too much. Making eye contact with Louis, his lip started to waver slightly, "It's just a tattoo right? It's a tattoo you gave me when I was sleeping?" He pleaded, "It's a prank, you just drew on me or something?"

"Harry, I don't know much about tattoos, but I know they don't glow." Louis pointed at the leaf, which was emitting golden light and Harry freaked out.

"What do I do now? How the hell do I tell my parents I have a glowing tattoo and I have no idea where or when I managed to get this damn thing printed on my skin?" Harry rambled. He started pacing and he couldn't help but cry. He couldn't help but let the rain fall and to let the world drown in his rain once again.

"I know you're scared-"

"Scared!" Harry whipped his head round, "Scared? I don't know what's happening to me, it hurts. Louis my..." he started becoming dizzy, "Louis my whole... my whole body hurts." Harry rubbed his head and sat on the bed.

"Harry? Harry are you okay?" Louis rushed to his side, watching the way Harry curled in on himself. The tattoo was no longer glowing the bright golden light, but was glowing a bright ruby red instead. Worry took over Louis' mind and he watched as Harry cried silently.

"What's happening to me Louis?"

"I don't... I don't know Harry."

~

Shakily, Harry placed individual flowers in his curly hair, trying not to look at the leaf on his wrist. It had stopped glowing, which was a good thing he supposed, but it was still there. He had no idea how to get rid of it and he had no idea how it even got there in the first place. It must've been when that stranger grabbed him. It couldn't have been anyone else.

"Harry dear, you're going to be late." His Mum called and he glanced at the mirror one more time before gabbing his backpack and meeting his Mum at the bottom of the stairs. She was in her super suit, probably about to head to work, there'd been a bit of trouble lately and his parents were the ones that unfortunately had to deal with that, "There's a boy waiting outside for you," His Mum whispered, smirking and watching the way Harry blushed, "He doesn't look safe, I think it's that Lewis boy, I don't like you hanging out with him."

"He's uh, he's fine, I don't know why he's there though, I told him I didn't want to be friends." Harry said, and his Mum nodded.

Anne kissed the top of Harry's head, "Have a good day sweetie," Harry nodded, then she kissed his cheek again, "Be safe, security will meet you at school as usual." Harry sighed and nodded, walking out the door before he could be kissed again. It was a lot colder now that the winter months had arrived, and although he controlled the weather, he liked to keep things the way it should be. So in summer he made it sunny, and in winter he made a little colder.