The Deviants | Harry Styles AU

XXVII| The Resurrection

"She just let me go. Told me I could stay with you if that's alright. If not I can find myself a place, I've been looking at places actually-"

"Avey..." Harry interrupted.

"What?" Avery asked.

"It's okay, I want you to stay here," he chuckled at the girl and she looked down, embarrassed of her rambling.

"Thank you. At least until I find my own place," Avery told him and he nodded, fully understanding her circumstances at the moment.

"Look get some rest, I'm going to be back. I'm going to look for some more furniture, maybe some clothes and stuff for Harvey. Scavenge around for stuff," Harry told her and Avery nodded understanding.

•

"Zayn!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs. "Fucking Zayn!" Harry looked around. He caught sight of the guy with his head bent down, eyeing some paperwork. He looked up at the sound of Harry's voice.

Zayn stared with wide eyes but he was not staring at Harry. It was at somebody behind him. Harry frowned as he turned around and looked at the man in front of him. Harry gulped slightly, knowing exactly who this man was.

"Ahh, my heir," he smiled down at Harry, "Oh wait...you're not my heir?" the man in front of him frowned with a wicked smile.

"What do you want, Clinton," Harry stated instead of asked. He fixed his stature to feel a bit more superior although the man towered above him.

"I was promised an heir, and the messenger I sent for her has not delivered. The devil is getting impatient," he brushed past Harry and headed towards Zayn. Zayn moved away from the desk and let Clinton take over.

"True, you are the fucking devil. I thought you were dead," Harry bit back. He walked forward with clenched fists.

"Even the devil has his resurrections Harry," he smiled up at him. Harry rolled his eyes and crossed his arms waiting for Clinton to speak. "How's my girl doing?" Clinton smirked at Harry.

Harry got noticeably uncomfortable. Maybe it was how creepy Clinton was, or maybe it was the thought of Avery getting hurt? No, it had to be how fucking creepy Clinton was. Harry couldn't have feelings for the girl. He had a job to do. He had to prove Zayn wrong.

"She's fine. Tough, I guess. Perfect heir to the throne, reminds me too much of you," Harry spat out. He hated Clinton for what he had done in the past to his family. He hated Clinton for being the asshole he was. He had so much hate for the man who made him who he was. The man who fucked him up.

"Yeah, this devil needed a son. Why you ask? Well you didn't but I'll tell you anyway," Clinton laughed menacingly, "God had a son right? Jesus, he was his heir. Well I need one too, except I want a daughter, so why is she taking so long Harry?" Clinton questioned.

"She's stubborn, doesn't know who she is yet," Harry answered back.

"Well you have my permission to do whatever it takes. Unless..." Clinton paused and started walking slowly around the table and in front of Harry. Harry looked down at his boots which were getting closer with each step he took. "Unless the messenger doesn't know his place?" Harry looked up at Clinton with dark eyes.

"I know my place," he leaned forward, challenging the man.

"I promised you power and you shall have that power!" Clinton stretched out his arms motioning to all that was around them. Including an office with plans of the domination of Haven, and later Leon Skies, "But I need someone who's more corrupt than you are. Someone who falls in love, the most powerful feeling in the world. And once they fall in love and give you their heart, then you..." he reached for an empty can of soda that was on top of a drawer. Zayn eyed the can and Clinton in shock, almost as if he was scared of the man, "crush it!" he clenched all his facial muscles and arm muscles to squish the can into a barely existent piece of aluminum. He dropped it to the floor, smiling at it.