Teratoid (One Direction FanFic)*ON HOLD*

Wind

*Harry's POV*

Liam had to drag me out of bed the next morning and all I did was sit on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching Titanic. Niall came in too, apparently he'd hurt a fan last night, same as me. The only person that wasn't in Louis and my flat was Zayn, but that statement wasn't true for very long. Zayn burst through the door and collapsed on the couch beside Niall. His eyes were red and puffy and he sniffed wiping his nose on the back of his hand.

"I told my Mum and she said I was sick, that something was wrong with me, that I needed to be fixed. She wanted to fix me, to take my gift away. She couldn't accept me the way I am."He said."She promised she always would, but it was all a lie. She lied to me."He started to cry again and Niall wrapped an arm around him squeezing his shoulder.

"It's all going to be OK. I just know it."Niall said but he really didn't sound as sure of himself as he meant to. Was it ever really going to be OK? I didn't know and I didn't think it would ever be.

*Louis' POV*

I couldn't take this anymore. The entire house was sad and hurt. I'm a happy person and all the sadness pulsating through our flat was driving me up the beige painted wall. I decided to go for a walk. I wrapped my scarf loosely around my neck adjusting it so it covered my gills completely. I laced up my shoes grabbing a set of keys off the table in case they locked the door. I rubbed my hand, it still hurt from Liam's earlier handshake. It didn't hurt badly but it ached slightly. I thought it would be fine. I knew that there would be some fans, there are always some. Although they annoy me sometimes I do genuinely love our fans. They can be sweet, if they're not crazy. I walked down the street the wind whipping around me and I bunched up my shoulders to try and keep my scarf in place. I really didn't need this walk to turn into a repeat incident. Unfortunately for me, it did.

*Harry's POV*

Louis just left and it was windy outside I was kind if worried. What if his scarf blew off? What was he going to do and he couldn't run or even walk quickly with his scarf on. He claimed it blocked his air flow too much and I believed him. He was always a loud breather when he slept and the past couple days he'd been getting quieter like he wasn't breathing at all. I think he majorly depends on those gills for his air supply, which is fine. I depend on my fire breathing for burping. Gross I know, but I literally can't burp anymore. I've tried but I really can’t. I just cough up smoke and breathe out flames. I tried to call Louis but he didn't pick up. I tried again and still no answer.

"Li, I'm worried about him."I said and Liam nodded.

"I'll go find him, not matter how hard he fights he won't be able to stop me from bringing him back here."I grabbed Liam's arm.

"Don't hurt him Liam."His stone cold expression softened.

"I won't hurt him Harry I just don't want him to get hurt."He glanced at Zayn who was holed up in a blanket staring at the telly. His eyes had glazed over and he looked lifeless. If I couldn't see his chest rising and falling under the blanket I would've contemplated the possibility that he was dead.

"Just find him Li, we don't need another one."Zayn huffed under the blanket and whispered something to Niall who patted his back.

"Sure Zayn, I'll tell Perrie you can't make it tonight. I say you're having family problems. I'm sure she'll understand."He nodded and Liam looked sad. He turned and walked out to find Lou. I hoped he would find him walking around. I prayed that Louis would come trampling through that door annoyed and sputtering about how he wasn't a baby that needed to be protected and that he was perfectly fine. I hoped that would happen but I had a bad feeling in the put of my stomach and this time it wasn't the flames causing it to be so.

*Liam's POV*

I looked for him. I really searched everywhere and the fans even helped telling me they'd seen him go this way or that way. He had disappeared, or so it had seemed. I was walking around aimlessly, slowly spinning in circles calling for Louis.

"Lou! Lou, you're not funny come out!"I was at a loss and gripped a parking metre while I looked around. I cursed quietly as I felt the digital screen crack and break beneath my grip. I looked down to see a familiar green scarf wrapped around its base. It was the one Louis was wearing when he left, but if Louis didn't have it that meant, oh no.

*Louis' POV*

I was walking along when two girls whispering and giggling on the side of the street decided to stop giggling and be proactive. One pushed her friend into my path almost knocking me of balance and she fell. I think she tripped over my shoe or something, but she glared at her friend.

"Hi."She said getting to her feet and sticking out her hand."I'm a fan."I shook her hand and laughed.

"I guessed you were a fan."I took a picture with her, signed what she had in her pocket, same old routine. It had become like second nature. I continued my walk but I felt something tugging at my scarf, wind and it was slipping. I bunched up my shoulders but it was of no use. I looked around frantically as my scarf blew down the road and wrapped itself around a parking metre. The girl gasped and I pulled my jacket collar up.

"What were those Louis?"She asked and I looked her straight in the eye.

"Nothing, what are you talking about?"I knew she wasn't buying it. I turned and ran to the nearest safe place I could think of, Ella's.