Demonized {Harry Styles AU}

Missing Sheets {16}

"Where have you been it's nearly 11 pm?" Harry asked as soon as I walked through the door.

"I went out."

"Out where?" he asked folding his arms.

"A place. Why do you care?"

He sighed and leaned against the couch, "because I can."

"Yeah well whatever. Did Zayn stop by?"

"No. he's out with his girlfriend." Harry answered searching the cabinets for food.

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah. I think her name is Tamari or something like that." he shrugged.

"Oh. alrighty then."

I walked into the bedroom and threw off my sweater to reveal a black tank top. I looked at my bed and my eyebrows furrowed.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?" he responded from the kitchen.

"Where are my sheets?"

"They're getting washed." he answered turning the stove on.

"Why? I've barely slept in them."

"I knocked over a cup of juice sitting on the night stand earlier." he said nervously. He's lying.

"Stop lying to me."

"What? I'm not-" he tried to convince me.

"Yeah you are. I know when you're lying. you know what, I don't even care anymore. I'm just going to sleep on the couch."

"Yasmaine. I-" he turned the stove off and began walking towards me. I held my hand out and he stopped.

"Don't. Goodnight Harry."

I turned the light off. Harry sighed and went into the bedroom. it was 1 am.

I laid on the couch staring at the ceiling.

I heard snores from the bedroom 10 minutes later. I sighed and kept staring. I entertained myself by imagining home.

When will you see me darling?

I jumped at the sound of the deep voice. I kept my voice at a whisper.

"I can see you now. Harry's asleep and I'm hoping you'll let him stay that way."

I want to see you my darling.

"You can't see me now?"

No. I'm speaking to you from somewhere else.

"Sounds complicated."

Trust me. it is.

"Trust. that's a word you don't expect to hear from the devil."

You'd be surprised. I've noticed you're mind has been thinking in new ways.

"Yeah."

That's my girl.

"Wait? what?"

You're mind wonders to new places. that means you're turning.

"Into what?"

My lovely.

"What?"

When god had control of your life, you were just a small dot on a map. Now that I have you, look at what you can do.

"How do you have control?"

A little time and a little theft never hurt.

I sat up and faced the window.

"I want to see you."

In what form?

"Pick a form you know I'd like."

There was a rattling sound, shaking the floor and the furniture. I stood up and turned around to see a man. Tall, blonde hair and blue eyes. he had a lip piercing.

"Welcome."

You're the first to welcome the devil with open arms.

"Yeah well, you've allowed me to survive this long."

The man sat down on the couch and I sat next to him.

"Tell me why you 'claimed' Harry."

I chose him because he's the closest thing to evil I could find in a human form. Not even Adolf Hitler could think of such things.

"Like what?"

Murder. Rape. Torture. All from the mind of the man sleeping a room away. So perfect.

"Why do you need me?"

I don't need you. I don't need any woman. I want you.

"Is there a difference?"

Of course. I would go on without you. it'd be hard though. I could kill you and walk off.

"But you won't do that."

No I wouldn't. that'd mean no one can end this war.

"What am I suppose to do?"

Pick a side and fight for your life.

"I can't fight."

First of all, that's a lie. second, you don't have to know how to fight, you'll be powerful enough to take on millions of armies.

"Powerful?"

Your soul is pure white. No dirt, not a scratch, not a bruise. that's what I crave. so does god. most people you see have souls that are damaged and barely hanging on, but not you.

"How is that possible? I'm pretty sure I've done some things that would at least leave a huge gash."

He laughed.

True. You're the only one who isn't afraid of the truth. that's why you catch Harry in all his lies, you aren't afraid.

I paused and looked at him. the man was gorgeous. not a flaw in sight, this human face can't exist.

"What did Harry do to my sheets?"

What he did last time to his own.

I let out a shaky breath. I felt a huge hand on my thigh. he slowly leaned in. his hot breath fanning over my neck. he came to my ear.

Shh. Don't. Make. A. Sound.

He slowly kissed my lips. moving perfectly. he was warm, inviting, nice.

This is the devil I'm talking about.

His tongue slowly entered my mouth. he smirked when I let out a small moan. his hands moved to the small of my back and he pushed himself against my core.

I moaned again and slowly pushed away. he furrowed his eyebrows.

"I can't. I'm sorry."

He stood up and towered over me.

Remember this face. This is who I'll be.

He was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving me with what just happened.

I kissed the devil.