Louis was a pretty normal boy. He was pretty hyper all the time and openly gay but everyone accepted him. Zayn was a demon. A cold blooded, emotionless demon. For some reason those opposites found themselves being drawn to each other. It all started on the British-Irish island named Wizon that stood near the middle of the Atlantic ocean. Only those people who's family's were born and raised there knew about it. They and all the supernatural and mythical creatures. Each year there were the catchings, or the demon catchings as some of them called it. The event was based on getting a demon to the island and holding it as a prisoner until they had had their fun and then free it again. This time the demon would be staying most of the time inside the school walls. Never did they expect a demon to practically fall at their feet the second week of the catchings. Neither did they expect it to be this young, handsome, tan skinned, raven haired bloke.

She danced with the angels, while he played with the demons.