Larry one shots

Hidden part 2

Ello guys! I don't know but I just really like this one story. I don't know I just really really like it. Anyway here ya go another update.

Harry's POV

Rinsing the rag, I felt my hand start to freeze as it was brought up and met with the air. "Cold today." Zayn grumbled, sucking in a breath, nodding he shot a look, "What are you doing there mate?" he asked, watching my movements, "I'm washing the clothes. Usually Liam would but Niall was sick this morning. Couldn't hold down his soup." I said in a sad voice thinking of the sick boy. Zayn nodded sitting beside me, "Liam won't live if he dies. He's to young." Zayn swore, I only nodded, "I know." It fell into a comfortable silence, when Zayn drew out his knife, "I want you to have this. I know it's special to me, but I'm planning on going to the war. Don't tell Liam or Niall. Not yet. But I'm planing on going. I don't know when, but I just can't take it anymore. I'll go and get some money and buy Niall's medicine." I couldn't hear anymore "Zayn stop! He doesn't need medicine. He needs warmth, air, I don't know. But you can't leave us." I pleaded, Zayn rested his head in his hands, "Harry I have too. You don't understand, but sometimes you gotta do stuff for your family. You'll understand one day." I understood perfectly. "Zayn I won't let you become a solider that beats innocent people. People like Niall." My words hurt him, Zayn sat back, "I won't Harry. I would never." He promised, "What do you think the army is Zayn?!" I asked, "Somewhere for me to fight for people like Niall." He yelled, anger boiled in me, "Go then Zayn! and while

Your at it kill Niall! That's what your gonna do anyway!" I shot, Zayn stared at me hurt stricken across his face, "Harry why would I hurt my own kind?" He whispered, bringing down the color of his shirt, showing his collarbone, there was a Hidden symbol. I gasped, Zayn was a hidden? Why wasn't he dead? Was he immune to the toxic spray? How did he pass the test? "I know. How do I cover it? I'm not fully hidden, I was just given the mark, my father raped my mother, they were hiding her in his house and he raped her. I'm only half. Blood of a Captor." I only went inside.

Liam's POV

Stroking Niall's hair, he stirred, "Liam?"

"What?"

"Am I gonna die?"

"No! No of course not."

"Liam if I do, you'll be okay. I promise."

"Niall your not gonna die!"

"Liam please. Look at me. Look at me, brothers forever. I'll always be here."

"Yes you will. Because your not gonna die!" I pressed burying my hand by his stomach, the boy started stroking my hair, "The days are getting longer, my time is getting shorter." he mumbled. That only hurt worse.

Harry's POV

"I'm going to town." I announced, Zayn nodded, "No hunting. We have enough, oh and trade this for some more cloth." He handed me some beads, "Okay. Be back soon." Trudging out into the fierce winter, I instantly regretted not wearing another scarf, tying the first one tighter, I griped silently, walking, my leather bag thrown over my shoulder. Entering on the black cobble stone streets, a tiny boy on a bike passed, he was obviously freezing. Poor thing. "Change please." A old woman screeched. Sighing I flipped her a fifth cent. "God bless you." She cheered, an amused smile hit my lips. 'God bless' I liked it. Jogging to the corner shop, I entered loving the flowing warmth of the building. "Hello!" the storekeep yelled, waving back he smiled, "Uh I'm here to trade beads for cloth." I announced, walking to the counter, "Aren't you Liam's brother?" He asked, I nodded, "Yessir." He smiled thinking fondly of my brother, "Best worker I had. But quit so suddenly. So sad." Yeah a real tragedy. "Yeah. Anyway I need some cloth, that ones fine." I said, trying to hurry before the soldiers come out. I couldn't stand to see anyone else get carried away. The keeper took his time, rolling out the cloth, measuring it, watching intently, I happen to miss the ringing of the bell, saying that someone entered. The mystery person stood right next to me, I had time to choke on my tongue when I looked beside me, seeing the ruler. Helen Obdain. The nightmare in dreams. The evil in good. A combination of torture. She gave a fake smile, "If it isn't Harry Styles." I nodded, "Yes ma'am." The keeper stared in awe, "What may I get you?" he asked, setting down my cloth, "Finish with the boy first. He beat me to your attention." She said calmly. How can she be so calm? She knows everyone hates her, how can she be so sure someone isn't going to kill her? He nodded giving me the cloth, "here." I thanked him rushing out. Standing outside the shop, I caught my breath. The ruler came out "Harry? Oh Harry. Such a innocent person. Blinded by his friends. I would love to have you over for dinner tonight." The invitation worried me, but you should never turn down a offer of the ruler. Nodding, I plastered on a fake smile, "I would be honored to." She grinned, "Great. Be there at 6:00." Walking off, I just watched in awe. Everyone else around me carried on with their business, I just walked home.