My immortal pain in the arse

(This is lightly based off the tv show Shadowhunters, and the Mortal Instrument series. There are some similarities, but I am following my own story path and hope you give it a chance.)

Harry is an immortal warlock. He knows all there is to know, seen the world he helped create and later helped tear down. He's known the richest of men, and the poorest of people. He's seen wars bloodier than you can imagine, and has taken more life's than he can count. But still held within the confines of his rib cage, set a golden heart, thumping away and refusing to become tainted by the world.

Louis Tomlinson could see that, even as a simple mortal. But maybe there's more to the story than just immortal and Mortals? Maybe we shouldn't focus on the death that is bound to happen, but rather the life they both try to live.

In this, people fall in love.

It's just, maybe ones more in love with life than he lets on to be? And maybe one is scared of giving up his fantasy and facing reality.

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Everybody was so focused on the flashing lights, the thumping music people timed with their grinds against their partners, that they didn't see him. He was dressed in a black suit, light catching it and making the suit sparkle, appearing as if hundreds of shards of glass clung to the material. His brown curls hung around his shoulders, the flower crown I'd last seen missing. He was looking for someone, or something, and when I moved around a swaying body, green eyes found mine.

I'd been spotted.

And thank god, because I was tired of searching.