Stay With Me

Chapter 19

A/N: Don't hate me...bring out the tissues :(

A sliver of moonlight spilled into the bar, not enough to ignite the fiery hues of the room, but enough to navigate between the rough wooden chairs to the exit beyond. Before Harry even opened the curtains he knew it was a cloudless night and the sky would be freckled with stars. It was almost time for them to go look for Casca again. Valac told them how they could destroy him, and they planned on ending this all tonight. His nerves were frayed to the quick. In his building anxiety he constructed elaborate rationalizations for why everything would turn out alright, but still the nagging voice in the back of his mind spoke of nothing but doom ahead.

They all waited there patient but still anxious for this to be over with already. Harry continued to look out the window, as a look out for Casca when he got there. A few more minutes passed, and he could feel two arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him back against the hard chest. Harry jumped a bit at first, but relaxed when he melted into the familiar warmth of Zayn. Turning his head to the side, so they could be looking each other in the eyes. Harry reached his hand up and turned Zayn's face more towards him, so he could connect their lips shortly.

"It's gonna be okay right? Everything is going to go as planned yeah?" Harry asked just needing another nudge of confidence in the plan.

Instead of answering, Zayn leaned in and kissed Harry reassuringly. It was a brush of the lips, teasing nibble of teeth, an a soft caress of the tongue type kiss. Everything was so gentle, in the way that it made Harry's heart leap from the warmth it gave him. One they pulled away, and made eye contact Harry couldn't help the love drunk smile that plastered across his face. "I love you.

"Love you too."

"Guys!"

The room was soon starting to fill with fog. It swooped in and skirted inside the buildings and them, like a giant eraser moving indiscriminately to eradicate what was once there into something that's not. They looked to the doorway, and all just stared with nervous but determined expression. Casca stood in the doorway like a piece of the night, like someone had cut carefully around him and peeled him away, leaving only blackness behind.

Harry gasped and stood behind Zayn, slightly. Niall had joined them, and was standing on the other side of Harry, with his stick in his hand. Harry didn't have anything to really defend himself with. His task was to stay next to Zayn, and to be safe. Of course Harry argued this all night, but Zayn wouldn't budge. The raven haired lad was too worried about loosing Harry, that he was willing to be Harry's personal shield. Reaching his hand down Zayn tangled his and Harry's fingers together. He pulled Harry even closer, hiding him behind his body.

"Casca you can stop this...you don't have to do this anymore. I'm sure whatever problem you have with your father, can be resolved." Zayn said with a blank expression, not wanting to show how scared he was at the moment. He knew how dangerous demons could be. Especially ones who want something.

"Resolved? You think i've waited thirty six years for a tea party Malik? You think I'll settle for some punk to take what's rightfully mine?! This is mine! I won't stop till all of you are dead!" Casca yelled out in the same deep eerie voice from Harry's dream.

Before any of them could react, the lights went out and and the whole room was consumed in darkness. Zayn's grip tightened on Harry, as he looked around the room to see if he could spot anything. Hearing a wicked laugh in the background, Zayn let out an annoyed huff before creating a small flicker of fire in his hand, so they could see. The silence of the room made their blood as cold as the winter air that crept through an open window. There was absolute stillness. Not a sound could be heard either close at hand or in the far off distance. Niall's own breath seemed to die as soon as it left his mouth. It was an eerie sort of silence, so instead of being soothed their senses became heightened. Harry made a brave move to release Zayn's hand, causing Zayn to lose focus causing the fire to die out.

At that moment Casca decides to attack. He lunges for Harry, knocking him to the ground. Letting out a scream, Harry did his best to fight Casca off. He could feel waves of heat around the room now. He could see the flickers of fire creating shadows on Casca's face. He could see Casca's rising fist, but before he could make contact of Harry's face. Zayn was tackling Casca off of his boyfriend. Harry laid there on the ground breathless for a few seconds, before sitting up and looking over to Zayn and Casca fighting. Niall came to his side, and made sure he was alright.

Everything seemed to have happened so fast then. Zayn's fire was building up in his hands, then it was being aimed at Casca. Before it made contact with him though, Casca dodged and picked up a big piece of broken glass. He made eye contact with Harry, before starting to throw it at him.

As his hand went back to throw, Zayn gasped and aimed his fire back at Casca causing he demon to lose his balance. The fire consumed him, as a blood curdling scream left him. Casca slowly started to dissipate into thin air, unil nothing was left. Zayn sighed relived, but that sigh soon turned into another gasp when his eyes caught sight of what happened. Niall's hands were below where the glass was landed in his chest just above his heart. Harry was froze to his spot to scared to actually do anything.

Horrified, Niall stared at the blood with fear. He felt his own hands drench with the oozing red liquid as clear as rubies. The rubies floated down his hands through his thick winter sweater and onto the floor. His hands were shaking, and he watched his own pale hands, covered with scarlet blood. "H-help.." He uttered out before falling onto his side.

Harry then seemed to snap out of it. Moving frantically with hot tears falling down his face, he got Niall in his arm cradling his best friend.

"Zayn help.. p-please babe..help him please." Harry cried out not knowing what to do anymore. He felt lost. His mind was a surging perplexity. He tried to concentrate, and get himself together so he could help Niall.

Sirens could be heard in the distance, and panic started to rise faster in Harry's whole body. Zayn was still standing there motionless not knowing what to do either. Minutes later the fire department was there, and barging through the doors. They escorted the three lads out. They separated Niall from the others, and laid him on a stretcher so the paramedics could quickly take him away.

Harry's crying was both ferocious and noisy. He blinked briny tears from bloodshot eyes, his thick lashes stuck together in clumps as if he'd been swimming. The tears made wet tracks down his face and dripped from his wobbling chin. Clear watery snot streaked from his flaring nostrils down his pale skin to his open quivering lips. His hands opened and closed, rhythmically clenching as if there could be some violent solution to his pain if only he could find it. Falling back on Zayn's chest, he cried into the crook of his boyfriends neck as the police started to question them but mostly Zayn, sense Harry was too busy crying his pain away.