Demonized {Harry Styles AU}

Survival {3}

"No." he rushed.

"Then why does he call you his son?"

"Because he could never have children. I'm the closest thing to evil he could find." he smirked.

"Why are you so important to him?"

"Because I'm all he has now. when I was little I had an imaginary friend. that was him. all these years my parents thought it was just a phase, when I turned 17, I still talked to him daily. they put me in a rehabilitation center." he explained.

"Sounds creepy."

"Yeah. when I got out, he wouldn't stop talking. yap, yap, yap. until one day there was a fire. killed both my parents. they said the source of the fire came from my room. when in reality, they both just bursted into flames." his eyes shut. "he made me watch."

I stood up and left the room.

I opened the front door and stood outside. I was pitch black and huge trees surrounded us.

The sound of howling and growling could be heard nearby.

"What are you doing?! get back inside before they kill you!" Harry shouted from the frame of the front door.

The sound of many heavy footsteps caused my heart to race, but fear isn't necessary.

There they were. at least 7. the demons from the window.

"Fine! go ahead and die!" Harry shouted and slammed the door.

They gathered around me and howled.

The sound of rustling leaves and a strong wind caused me to turn around to see, now, a familiar, terrifying, face.

"Hello Lucifer."

What do you think you're doing?

"Calling you out."

On what?

"On a bluff."

I do nothing of the sorts.

"Oh yes you do."

Tell me then.

"I'm smarter than you think. if there's anything I know, it's that the devil never comes through."

You're a silly girl.

"No. I'm factitious. these demons can't kill me. I can die by you. you can kill me, but that's only with fear. I'm not afraid."

The wind stopped. the demons sat still, in fear.

Silence.

Then nothing. he was gone. no words. just gone.

"Go back. shoo." I waved my hands at the things. they galloped away with growls and grunts.

I went back inside and locked the door. there stood Harry. trembling in anger.

"You have no idea what you've done." he said standing completely still.

"I called the devil on a bluff, what's wrong with you?"

"If he can't kill you. he'll create something that can." he snapped.

"At this point death is a minor thing."

"You just fucked up everything." Harry's eyes frantically scanning over my body.

"Look, this can either be a dream, or a sick fantasy. if I die in the hands of the devil that would be an accomplishment because so many people don't believe."

Harry paused and sat down, his eyes welling up with tears that I didn't understand.

"Why do you want to die?" he asked. his voice cracking.

"I don't want to, nobody wants to. I just want freedom."

"You've been in here for only 4 hours." he argued.

"And I've seen demons and what looks like the devil. Don't you think death is a good idea? Escape? Do you even want to leave?"

"Of course I do. I've been here a lot and I've been with girls that want the same thing you do. Let me tell you something, Death will never solve your problems." Harry wiped his face with his hands and looked at me.

"Why do you want me here?"

Harry gave me a serious look, his emerald green eyes darkening.

"Because I don't want to be alone anymore."