Superhuman (Harry Styles)

•Part Twenty-Seven•

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-Harry's Point Of View.-

I was going to rip the world into shreds if that's what it took to find Devon. She had been gone from me two hours, two very long painful hours, and it was eating me alive. I was going to find that motherfucker and rip his head off for taking her away from me, and I didn't give a fuck if the devil himself threatened the guy. He took my angel away from me and I was going to make him pay, I was going to make the world pay.

When I pulled myself up off the hard pavement that Ed had sent me to, I had half a mind to go straight after him and take Devon from him and run. But I was no fool, I knew I wasn't strong enough to get home, let alone save Devon.

Her name alone sent a sharp pang through my chest, my heart shrivels up in my chest painfully, almost as if Ed was still working his powers on me, though he was long gone.

With Devon, the voice in my head that I often told to shut the fuck up whispered to me.

I was going to get her back, no if ands or buts about it. And I was going to rip anyone who laid a finger on her to pieces.

My ruthless thoughts scared me slightly, but I shook it off as I walked back to the flat. I didn't even know how to function properly without Devon. My hand twitched to grab hers, but I then realized she wasn't there.

The dark night seemed to laugh at me, the stars twinkling in amusement as I slowly crumbled to pieces without her. I didn't remember it being so hard before not being with her. But before I didn't know what it felt like to be with her, to kiss her and make love to her and to just have her.

I didn't want to walk back into my flat empty handed, I had no desire to see the expression on Niall's face when I told him I had lost his little sister, Lizzy's bestfriend and Zayn's love. Even if I did want to rip his face off and feed it to the demons in hell, he still loved her and I had a feeling the expression on his face would mirror my own.

I looked around as I approached the flat, making sure that no one was following me. If there had been, I would have been merciless and killed them on the spot. Today wasn't my day.

I quickly ran up the stairs, not losing any air as I did so. I knew the faster I got up there the faster this would all be over with, the faster I could hold Devon in my arms again.

Jesus fucking Christ Devon practically owned my soul.

I opened the door, the creaking sound it made rang out lie a shot in the quiet night, and I cringed.

They were all settled around in the living room, Lizzy rested in Liam's lap and the other boys just laid wherever they could fit.

Niall looked up at me upon my entrance and I immediately swallowed hard. He stared at me as if he already knew that I had failed, failed him and Devon.

"Where's Devon?" Lizzy asked, looking around as if Devon were hiding me behind me.

I wished to hell she was.

"She..." the words wouldn't come out of my throat right, and I felt myself begin to tremble. Everyone looked at me like they were afraid I was going to explode, and maybe I was. This feeling that was coursing through me was so unfamiliar. For a few seconds I saw black dots in my vision.

"Harry?" A face similar to my own stepped out of the shadows. Her dark curly brown hair looked a little shorter and she looked a little more tired but all in all she still looked like Gemma.

"Gem." My voice cracked and suddenly I was full out crying, my body shaking with the sobs I couldn't have produced earlier, or wouldn't let myself make.

Everyone stood around, not sure how to handle the strong as steel cold as ice boy that had reduced to a sobbing mess as his sister came over and held him. I didn't know where she had been all those weeks but I was glad she had came back, right when I needed her.

"What happened Harry?" She held me close to her and in that moment even though my body towered over hers I felt very small.

"H-he took her f-from me Gem." I sobbed into her shoulder, and she rubbed my back soothingly.

"Who?" Lizzy asked softly, and it amazed me for the first time we weren't screaming at each other over who had broke what.

"That guy...t-the red haired one..." I didn't know if they had seen him or not, but they didn't need to.

"How did he get her?" Liam asked gently and I trembled at the thought.

"He did something to me...he just looked at me as my whole body erupted into pain and it was unbearable I couldn't move or breathe without pain and he just...dragged her away from me. I have no idea where he took her." I explained, pulling away from Gemma so I could speak properly.

The room was silent, silent enough to hear a feather hit the ground. If Devon had been in the room she would've dropped some horrible joke to try and lighten the mood.

But she wasn't there, and I didn't know if I was ever going to he able to get her back.

"We'll find her." Niall proclaimed with a darkness in his eyes and a fire in his heart.

"Yeah, we will." Louis proclaimed, but he didn't sound sure.

No one sounded sure of anything anymore, and that was the scariest thing.

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We searched London until sunrise the best morning and we hadn't come up with anything. No clues, no Devon. My heart grew heavier with each step I took but I had to keep going, because Devon never gave up on me.

I refused to give up on her.

I wasn't going to find we if I sat on the couch and drank away my troubles.

No, I had to find something to kill that's what I needed to do.

I had never felt such a need to hurt something. It was so intense I literally saw red if I thought about it too much. But I didn't have time to be angry, I didn't have time to beat the life out if whatever was unlucky enough to cross my way.

It was when I was searching her old flat did I hear it.

"We have her, Harry."

I nearly dropped the picture I was holding in my hand. The voice whispered quietly in my kind.

"Who are you? Why do you have Devon?" I concentrated hard on the voice, hopping that maybe I could recognise it.

"Don't bring your friends, don't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."

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-Lizzy's Point Of View.-

This guy was one brave motherfucker.

To take Devon, of all people. Devon. Harry's Devon.

He was practically begging Harry to kill him.

I had never seen Harry like this, so lost looking. It was terrifying to see him this way, because he as one of the most powerful people I had ever come into contact with, and if he wasn't sure we would find Devon I had no idea what that meant for the rest of us.

I found myself trailing alongside Liam, who was walking quietly beside me. His hand brushed against mine, but I wouldn't let myself grab it. It seemed unfair to Harry for me to hold Liam's hand when Harry couldn't hold
Devon's.

I knew something like this was going to happen eventually. You can only get so far holding a girl that every supernatural creature on earth wants to kill in an apartment complex before someone found out and got to her.

A very stupid, suicidal someone.

I could already feel the fire burning within me. My fingers tingled with it, so much so that I could almost see the tiny blue an orange sparks sizzling off them.

Everyone was quiet as we walked, as if someone had died. But in a way, I guess someone did. Our hope of finding Devon was getting smaller and smaller as more time passed. We had turned the world upside down, each of us searching different continents, searching until our angelic wings were sore and our dark hearts ached.

I wanted to find her, I needed to find her. In the short time that I had known Devon she had became my bestfriend, like a little sister to me. Though no one could ever replace my own blood sister, Devon helped fill the empty space in my heart where she used to be. She helped me stay strong, she was the reason Liam and I were together. I couldn't just let her die without trying to save her, I owed her that much.

I think that's why everyone was searching so hard for her, we all knew we owed her at least that much. Since she had came into our lives she had done nothing but give give give and we had done nothing but take take take. She and gained nothing from us but she stayed and kept giving and now she was kidnaped because of it, because of us.

We owed it to her to find her and kill who ever laid a finger on her.

Liam stopped so suddenly I ran into his rock solid body. It sent me back a few inches before I caught myself.

"What? Why'd you stop?" I asked him a little out of breath from being knocked back so far.

Liam looked at me with a fresh look of hope in his eyes, a hope that filled within me as gave me more hope, even though I had literally no idea what he was thinking that was causing such a reaction, but I was going to take it and run because it was making me feel good.

"We searched everywhere on EARTH." He spoke so fast, unable to contain his excitement. "But what if Devon isn't on earth?! What if she's somewhere else?!" He grabbed my shoulders and shook me excitedly, and I smiled big. He could've been right, it was the only thing that made any sense.

"Where would she be then?" I asked, looking up at him and into his eyes.

"Well, we have two possibilities, one more likely than the other." His voice was so low in a whisper, he was speaking so fast it was a struggle to keep up with, but I managed just barely.

"She's either in Heaven, or Hell." He answered, and before I could even have time to speak he was dragging me through the alley, desperate to did anyone we knew.

After sometime, we ran I to the rest of the group, excluding Harry.

"Where's Harry?" I asked breathlessly, trying to catch my breath from where Liam had dragged me along. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. I couldn't find in it my heart to shrug him off, but I still felt incredibly crappy letting Liam be affectionate with me when Harry didn't know if he was ever going to see Devon again. Even if Harry wasn't here to see it.

"Harry went searching alone, he wouldn't let anyone help him." Harry's sister, Gemma spoke to me with a kind smile. When she had first walked into his apartment complex she intimidated me. With her green eyes and dark hair she could've been Harry's twin, but she lacked in the stone cold hardness Harry had in his face, instead she held a softness. The darkness in her eyes told me she had seen a lot more in her life time than I could probably ever dream.

All in all though, she was nice to me.

"He's so attached to her. I've never seen him like this. He's always been so cold..." She looked at all of us. "He's really protective over all of you." She spoke lightly, and I had to hold back a snort. Harry was not protective over me, he knew I could handle my own damn self just fine. Hearing it from his sister had to mean something though.

Right?

"We might know where Devon is." Liam spoke, but before he could finish something landed behind me with a soft thud. I spun around to see Harry, his hair messed up from the wind and his eyes tired and sad, but his lips were held up in a smirk, a deceiving one that I had long since learned that he won't only when he knew something good, something that would help us.

"I know where she is." Harry answered, grabbing my arm along with Gemma's.

"I need you two." He looked at us both and I felt my eyebrows raise despite myself.

I could feel Liam's shoulders slump in disappointment. He had been so excited about figuring out where Devon was. But now was not the time for comfort, now was the time for action.

I listened to what Harry had to say.

-Gemma's Point Of View.-

My brother had no sense of self preservation whatsoever. He was absolutely the craziest person I had ever met in my life.

Just walk in there, and hand yourself over.

Yes, that's exactly what I was going to do.

The devil and I had a special relationship. I had been there before, I ha worked for the devil. I knew exactly what I was doing and I just hopped that the devil would believe my sob story and take me back without a problem if everything went the way it was supposed to.

Of course that meant in the near futures would be ordered to kill my brother and my brother would have to kill me because I couldn't kill him.

Oh well, we'll file that problem away for another time and focus on the task at hand.

Harry had managed to bring me and Lizzy to hell. Literally. They were standing in the back, waiting patiently in case something went wrong.

Harry made a "now" nothin with his hand and I busted through the doors of hell. The screaming of lost souls intensified immediately as I took in my surroundings.

There was a girl, with brown straight hair standing five feet away from another girl, and when I heard Harry and Lizzy both sick in a sharp breath I had a bad feeling hat the other girl was Devon, and the brown haired girl was trying to kill her.

"Go on, Mara." Lucifer's voice rand out and I cringed.

"Wait!" Harry called out and I me tally slapped him as Devon spun around, giving Mara the perfect chance to go at Devon.

I knew what she was going to do before she did. Everything moved in slow motion, as if god was watching a movie and decided to slow it down. I couldn't let Devon get hurt, because ultimately that would end Harry and I couldn't let that happen to him, I couldn't let him get hurt. Not again.

I lunged forward in front of Devon before the knife could find its way into her flesh, and gasped when it plunged into my own.

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