Half Bad //l.s

Chapter 15

♡ chapter 15 - Harry ♡

The force that billowed from Louis was nearly unbearable, causing my fingernails to dig into the dirt just to keep myself grounded as Marcus flew off of me, smacking into a tree roughly. I can't quite process what just happened, my lips only parting in dire shock as I slowly look up to glance at Louis. He's staring at his own hands, not believing the incredible power had just come from him.

Noticing most of Marcus' fighters were now retreating, half of them nearly dead from hitting tree trunks so hard, or from falling harshly to the ground from Louis' immense force. I blinked a few times, trying to absorb each aspect into my brain as to what just happened, but my vision is blurred from the tears that formed from the strong wind smacking into me.

The clearing is nearly empty when I finally get to my feet, my eyes darting to find our group still in one piece, many motionless corpses lying beneath their feet. But I don't focus on their killing abilities; I focus on Louis. Studying his face again and again to depict a change of emotion, but he's just as bewildered as me.

My heart began to pound rapidly against my ribcage, the awful realization flooding me like being drowned in a rough ocean on a day far too cold to go swimming. The air feels as if it's been pulverized from my lungs, compressing together to create choked sounds that leave my lips along with my erratic breaths. I don't want to believe it, but I know it's the ugly truth.

Louis is a White Witch.

It's the only rational conclusion I can conjure considering he has a bracelet to specifically protect him from Black Witches, and now he comes out with this gracious power no one knew he was capable of. Part of me wanted to feel proud for him, just because he finally knows he's more than able to do extraordinary things. But another part of me wished I never would've seen what just happened.

Because now two things stand in the way of me being with Louis.

Not being able to touch him is hard enough as it is, but now I can't even legally be with him. If the Council were to find out about a relationship we may or may not gain, we'd both be imprisoned. Even worse, we'd both be sentenced to death. It's part of the reason I believe Marcus killed my mother for; he didn't want to get caught. I may be half and half, but I know evil will always overpower the good, because I simply have none in me. And if I did, where the hell is it?

Louis' eyes finally tore away from his hands as his head jerked up in my direction, worry and exhilaration filling his bright blue eyes as if he were unsure of how to feel at this point in time. And as much as I wanted to be happy for him, I just couldn't bring myself to even fake a smile.

Before we can all hover Louis and ask questions, my mind wandered back to the fact that Marcus hadn't been killed. I snapped my head in the direction he thudded against the tree, my eyes bulging out the sockets when he began to stand up, but no way in hell was I leaving Louis.

Jessie seemed to catch my worry glance and, surprisingly enough, he nodded in acknowledgment before running towards him. Marcus took off, Jessie hot on his trail and I could only pray that he'd catch that son of a bitch.

"Oh fuck," Zayn breathed out beside me, catching my attention.

As if my eyes weren't wide enough, they practically popped when I noticed Louis had his palms facing the sky from when he was looking at them, but now a misty fog hovered over his hands, twirling aimlessly around but staying within reach of him. His cautious eyes looked to me, of all people. He was scared, I could tell by the way his body trembled ever so slightly, his blue eyes glossing over.