Stay With Me

Chapter 7

-Zayn

Zayn made it safely under a bridge. The area surrounding them was completely empty just like the other times he's been here. The occasional pieces of trash scattered on the ground still, but he didn't really mind. The brick wall that held the bridge up, had graffiti signs and drawings all over it from the past years. Looking at the words just on the top of the wall, Zayn sighed and took a seat a couple of feet away from the wall.

ملكالشياطين

"King of Demons..Mlkalshaatin" Zayn mumbled out the words slowly. His eyes lingering on the last word as he always does. "I don't understand...what does it mean?"

'What do you think it means?'

Zayn looked over the words and frowned a bit. "Well it's a bit self explanatory..I just don't now why you had to write it on the wall...Or why you had to write it on my arm." Zayn said now averting his eyes to the Arabic writing on his arm.

'That one is different.'

Zayn huffed and nodded, "It says Prince of The Demons...but it still makes no sense Valac." he said as he stared thoughtfully at the bold red writing on the wall. "I'm human..not a demon and especially not a fucking prince."

'The minute I made my way into your mind and body, was the day you became a half blood! You are not human Zayn. You are now from my descent and forever will always be.' Valac said in his deep morbid monotone voice. The demon was still comfortably resting in Zayn's mind, not really having the need to go outside in any of his other forms.

Zayn shook his head and stood up probably too quickly, causing himself to stumble back a bit. "I'm not a demon, or a half blood." Zayn said clenching his fist as he walked away from the bridge and into the light of the afternoon lamps that lit up the streets.

'You can't fight who you are.'

Zayn continued to walk, just choosing to ignore Valac's comment. Shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, Zayn held his head down as he continued his walk to his apartment. Once he was inside of the coldness of his apartment, Zayn checked the time before he started heading to his room. It was eight in the afternoon, and he had plans to go to The Pulse to see Harry. Laying suitable club clothes on the bed, Zayn looked over the outfit that was really only a pair of slightly tight black skinny jeans, a white long sleeved shirt, and a red beanie.

"I'm not a monster.." Zayn said mostly to himself before he made his way into his bathroom to get ready.

-Harry

Harry had made it his goal to look the best he could. Taking the time to actually style his hair instead of throwing his aztec bandana on. The lad had laid out his clothes, which only consisted on a pair of skin tight skinny jeans, and a plaid flannel button up shirt he didn't even know he owned. He had been extra careful to not mess his hair or clothes up the whole day, which earned him a few odd looks from his friends. Harry didn't care though, he was just way too excited to see Zayn to even recognize the odd looks.

"So Harry, sense were all going to The Pulse tonight. Do you think you can hook us up with your top drinks?" Louis asked as they all sat in Harry's apartment room, just waiting for it to be time to leave.

Harry rolled his eyes and laughed a bit at that. "I think you are abusing the limits of our friendship."

"Yeah but only by a tiny bit."

Harry shook his head amused, and scuffed a bit before going over to his window and closing it. Running his fingers over the lock, Harry bit his lip and blushed a bit. Deciding on not locking it, Harry nodded and turned around to face the Liam, Niall, and Louis. "C'mon let's just get there a bit early."

(skip)

'"I wish that I could be like the cool kids, 'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in. I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids. I wish that I could be like the cool kids, 'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to get it. I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids."'

Harry smiled and swayed a bit to the music that was blasting through the speakers. The club was as packed as always already, and Harry couldn't help but to look around every now and then just to see if Zayn had showed up yet. Cleaning off the spills of alcohol from the counter top, Harry almost jumped out of his skin when he felt someone tap his shoulder from behind.

Turning around quickly he sighed softly when he only saw Zayn. Taking in Zayn's presence, Harry bit his lip and didn't even try to stop the scarlet blush flooded to his cheeks down to his neck. "I thought we established that giving me mini heart attacks is a no no?" Harry said hitting Zayn's chest with the towel in his hand. "And how'd you even get back here the door is....opened.." He said looking over at the half sized wooden door the was unlocked and slightly ajar.

"You're just not observant." Zayn said as he got closer to Harry, taking in how attractive the taller yet younger lad was. With his cheeks so pink, and his green eyes so bright and vibrant. Then Zayn's thinking about how amazing harry would look in watercolour, and just no. "You should come dance with me."

"I can't Zayn. I have to work, and plus there's no one else here to cover my shift right now. Besides the last time we danced you left m-"

"Let me rephrase that. Harry come dance with me now, before I drag your ass to the dance floor."

Harry gave Zayn a look, but eventually gave into the demand. Reaching under the counter harry grabbed the 'Closed' sign, before letting Zayn pull him past the door to the floor. Once there, Harry looked around and spores Niall and the rest of the guys having a good time together. Turning back to Zayn, Harry smiled slightly, and wrapped his arms around said lads neck.

'So what you trying to do to me? It's like we can't stop we're enemies, but we get along when I'm inside you. You're like a drug that's killing me. I cut you out entirely, but I get so high when I'm inside you'

Harry smiled and giggled lightly when Zayn's lips brushed against his cheek. Tilting his head back, the curly haired lad let his eyes flutter close as Zayn's lips made their way to his neck. Letting out a content sigh, Harry melted into Zayn and let said lad lead him with the music. "Yano...I actually thought you stood me up."

"I wouldn't do that to you...I should...but I can't."

Harry just stared at Zayn for a few seconds with a blank expression holding his face. He was really confused because of allow the obvious but unsaid secrecy. Some people might think the whole mysterious thingies attractive, but Harry was actually getting pretty annoyed with it. Harry gave him one last look before turning around and getting lost in the crowd of bodies all dancing in the middle of the floor. He walked straight until he reached the huge double doors that lead to the VIP section. The guard let him in right away. Being the best bartender in town has its perks. He walked down the brick steps, down the red carpeted path, and leaned onto a wall in a somewhat dark hallway. Then Zayn was in front of him again. And of course Harry should have known that Zayn would get in. With a jawline structure like that, along with those damn eyelashes that seemed to go on for miles. There was no logical doubt that Zayn would be able to get in. Looking into Zayn's eyes as the raven haired lad put his hands on the wall by the sides of his head. Harry sighed contently against Zayn's lips as said boy connected their lips, and kissed him deeply opening his mouth for him immediately when he feels Zayn's tongue over his bottom lip. They kissed and kissed and let their hands roam as the kiss grew heated.

Harry was the first to pull back this time, letting his hands rest on Zayn's torso harry looked away as he tried to control his breathing. Feeling Zayn's fingers brush over his cheek, Harry sighed and melted into the touch. "You're...I- Zayn...it's like you keep pushing me away. Then you kiss me and it just confuses the hell out of me." Harry could tell Zayn was going to say something, so he just shakes his head, and puts a finger lightly to Zayn's lips. "I don't want want secrets Zayn....you're hiding from me, or you just might not like me in that way. Either way, I still want to know what's going on...please tell me?"

Zayn looked into Harry's eyes and then at the ground. "Harry...I can do and hear things normal people can't. I'm...I'm dangerous, and it's not...safe that I'm starting to get attached to you."

"What things can you do?"

"Har-"

"Show me."