Stay With Me

Chapter 14

A/N: haha guys it's not a shadow xx

He saw the world as it was, a beautiful array of colors and shapes, ideas and formulas, voids and space, love and fear. It was all a canvas that left just enough space for everyone to paint their own story, their own lives in the whites of the world. Some painted out and off the canvas onto the walls if they dared and other painted in a smaller area than provided. And then there were those who ran their strokes over and into the lives of many others either ruining their work or creating something simultaneously beautiful. He was a true artist, one who saw the world for how it was supposed to be seen; with an open heart, mind, body, soul. He judged none and nothing. It was all the same to him. Parts of life that were each equal and necessary, the art of the world.

So as he picked up his paint brush to finish the other bright bright passionate green eyes that the ocean turns during a storm. That colour of the forest after it rains. That green colour that brings hope and life no matter what has happened. The green eyes of the boy he really cares about.

Smiling fondly at the thought of Harry, Zayn made every stroke of the brush precise and aimed to make a complete replica of Harry's beautiful eyes. Speaking of his boyfriend, Zayn hasn't seen the lad in about two days. He himself doesn't know if that's weird or if that's just a boyfriend thing. He's even been to Harry's flat, yet his boyfriend would never be there. However, Harry did answer his phone every time Zayn called. Even though Harry's voice sounded a bit strange, like a morning voice kind of gavel. Zayn still accepted anything he could get, and they would talk from the day until Harry would mysteriously have to go during the evening. Zayn always wanted to ask what he was doing so late at nights, but never got the chance before Harry would hang up.

As he was finishing the last few eyelashes, there was knock on his door. Being a very confused cause no one ever visited or came to his room before. Zayn opened the door, and was pleased but shocked smile spread across his face when he caught sight of Harry. "Babe, where the hell have you been?" Zayn asked before pulling the tiered lad into the flat. "You're soaked." Zayn said as he helped Harry out of his wet jacket. Zayn then finally heard the light 'pitter patter' of rain, and gave Harry a look. "You could get sick...wait here."

Once Zayn got Harry warmed and dried again. Zayn laid himself and his boyfriend on the bed. Harry seemed a bit reluctant to cuddle, and Zayn frowns confused again. "Harry..is there something wrong? I.."

"Zayn I'm fine. What were you painting?"

Zayn looks at harry but hesitantly, before getting up and going over to his drawing a painting pad. Looking at the almost finished page, Zayn looked over the perfectly green eyes and then back to Harry. His boyfriends eyes were dark and cold. That shade of enchanting green, no was lifeless and had a matching pair of small bags under them. Picking the brush up Zayn sighed and finished the last six eyelashes then ripped the page out carefully before hanging it up to dry. Looking back to Harry who was just staring off into space. Zayn went back to his easel, and picked up his brush.

"I want to paint you...just stay like that yeah?" Zayn said as he turned the easel so he could be looking at Harry while painting.

His boyfriend nodded slightly, before averting his eyes back to the ground. Zayn observed and let his hand move ever so slightly to get every detail correct. The portrait was in black and white, but Zayn planned on doing the eyes their actual colour. Looking into those eyes, Zayn bit his lip and now just like Valac, he felt odd as well. Harry seemed so different, and it was making Zayn suspicions and worried. Setting the brush down Zayn looked over Harry's features, and went over in front of his boyfriend. He ignored Valac's warnings and yelling for him to get away, and stood between Harry's legs. Valac takes his human form and steps away from Harry and Zayn. The demon didn't trust what he was feeling right now. He could feel another demonic presence somewhere in the room, but he didn't know where it was coming from.

"I've missed you." Zayn said moving Harry's hands and sitting on his lap, so he was still facing him. Running his fingers through Harry's curls. Zayn tilted his head and looked into the once warm and bright eyes. Tangling his fingers in the mass of curls, Zayn sighed happily before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Harry's. Tongues slowly explored, teeth nibbled, and Zayn's hands roamed until they got the first couple of buttons undone on Harry's shirt. They kissed more and more, until Harry pulled away. Zayn hardly had a moment to react as he was being turned over and pushed on the bed. Watching as Harry stood up quickly then made his way out the door. Zayn gasped and pulled his shoes on and a jacket.

Running after his boyfriend, Zayn pushed his now wet hair from in front of his face, and picked up speed as Harry ran faster and faster. Cars zoomed by, and Zayn squinted his eyes to dodged the rain drops that kept falling in them. "Harry!"

The cold chilling finger of the rain made him feel frozen and suffocated. His clothes and hair, slick with perspiration and water, clung to his skin. Zayn pushed his hair back again that had fallen in his eyes. Sweat rolled down his skin in thick, salty beads. He could feel his heart throbbing inside his chest from all the running. His skin felt like it was roasting even more than normal. He began bouncing slightly as he jogged, which wore him out quickly. Zayn settled to stumbling along behind him as fast as he could. He wasn't the athletic type at all, so as the finally made it to the second block of running, Zayn was exhausted and felt like his lungs were about to burst. Stopping he tilted his head up to the sky, and collected a few water droplets into his mouth. Sighing, he tilted his head back down and watched as Harry continued to run.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Zayn mumbled before he continued to run after Harry.

Zayn quickened his pace to an all out sprint, so he could make up for stopping. His rasping throat was as parched as a dead lizard in the desert sun. He needed water, but he needed Harry more. He ran more and more until his tiered body collided with Harry's. The burning sensation in Zayn's throat grew more when he stopped. A slight breeze blew past, making his open mouth even drier. His mouth was dry, and he panted from the run, which wasn't helping.

Sitting up on his butt, Zayn watched as Harry went to get up again. Taking quick action, Zayn reached over and grabbed Harry's leg preventing him from moving. Lightening filed the sky, and Zayn just held on even tighter. Harry fell to the ground, and Zayn quickly moved so he was now hovering over Harry, pinning him down to the wet pavement. Harry struggled beneath him, and Zayn kept strong and used all of his body wait to keep Harry restrained. "Harry stop this! You're being ridiculous. What the fuck is going on with you?!"

Harry let out a sick humours laugh, as he let his head roll back into the ground. "Ridiculous? Me?! Going a head and ask my father who's the foolish one now! He can't even posses you." he said with a comical smirk on his face.

Before Zayn could say anything, Valac was out of his mind and pushing Zayn off of Harry. The powerful demon pinned harry to the ground and growled angrily. 'Casca how dare you enter this world. I told you long before that you are no son of mine.'

"I do not wish to b e your son any longer Valac. I have come to take my rightful place as the king of demons." Casca said before turning his head to face Zayn. "That was until you crowned the abomination a half blood. Making him heir to the throne. You've soiled my plans, and I will not subside or bow down for this disgrace."

'You will or I will end you. He is king, You lost your privileges when you killed Samia.'

Zayn stared in awe with a puzzled expression. Still comprehending that, his Harry wasn't his Harry. Zayn fell to his knees with his head falling to stare at the ground. "How could this be..."

"Well let's enlighten them then. Shall we 'father'?" Casca said smirking then taking Valac, Zayn, and Harry into the past with him.