Are You Afraid Of The Dark

Are you afraid of the dark:Chapter 26

MORGANS POV

I couldn't move.

I felt paralysed.

It was as though all the life had been drained out of me.

I drop to my knees in attempt to catch my breathe.

I felt like I was drowning.

Which was terrifying because I hated the water.

I looked like an utter mess.

Tears rapidly stream down my face.

My cheeks were burning red.

And my wrist was still in complete agony, although that was the last thing on my mind.

Harry was not dead yet.

Although I knew within a matter of moments he would be.

Liam did not care for me anymore.

I wasn't a part of his plan.

All he wanted was for the 3 over boys to join him.

I scramble over to Harry's body.

He was shaking uncontrollably.

His eyes were closed, and his hand was held tightly over his neck trying to stop the gushing blood.

His body was slowly giving up on him, but i wasn't.

I shakily place my hand on his chest and feel how his heart was beating rapidly and then slowing down so it was hardly even there.

"Don't leave me Harry". I whisper in between sobs.

I move my hand up to his hair and brush it out of his face.

I had only just gotten him back I wasn't prepared to let him go again.

I tilt my head to see Zayn, Niall and Louis's eyes transform into black.

It had worked, and now the 3 boys would be nothing but pure evil.

That was unless they managed to kill him with the little humanity they had left.

A smile spreads across my face.

If Harry was not dead.

And he himself would transform into part devil.

Couldn't he heal himself?

I scan his body before seeing his tattoo looking like my own.

I lightly trace the tattoo that was glowing.

"Heal Harry". I stutter.

If Harry could heal from a dozen bullets to the chest, surely he could heal from this.

I open his eyes with my fingers to see what colour was shone on them.

And to my surprise they weren't fully black or blue or even his natural shade of emerald green.

One was black and the other blue.

A mix between both Evil and Good.

If Harry could indeed heal to full strength, He would be unbeatable.

Wouldn't he?

I remember the time Harry said that I needed to harm another part of his body to kick in the healing progress.

I place my hand on his wrist and grasp it.

"I'm sorry". I sob out before snapping his wrist in a harsh motion.