Stay With Me

Chapter 16

-Zayn

The glowing embers leaped and twirled in a fiery dance, twinkling like stars in the hot swirling air before cascading to earth like gleeful fire fiends, setting alight the tinder dark sky of November. It was the pain in Zayn's heart that lead him to set the fire. All his life he'd been an unwelcome parcel shunted between overcrowded foster homes and mental facilities. Then on a cold day last September he'd finally met someone who wasn't afraid. Someone who wanted him for more than just a science project. He found Harry Styles, the curly haired lad who was probably the cheesiest person in the whole world. They guy with the greenest eyes, and the brights smile. The one he would do anything for, just by a snap of a finger.

So as the rage and alcohol flowed throughout his body. The sadness, and grief field his mind all over again. His hit salty tears dripped from his face, but dried in their trace as the fire dried them. Setting flame after flame in the small seemingly empty pub. Zayn screamed and kicked stools over trying to let out all of his built up emotion. It was like his pain demanded to be felt.

The flames danced and leaped in the air, reaching hungrily for anything that they can consume to fuel their wrath. Zayn watched and cried even harder as sirens could be heard in the distance. Screaming out in a mixture of anger and pain, Zayn fell to his knees and listened as bottles of liquor broke which jut added in to the flames.

'Zayn we have to get out'

Zayn closed his eyes and gripped the ash carpet, as the fire inside of him grew larger and larger with each of Valac's words.

'They'll arrest you again, and send you back to a mental home'

That made Zayn snap. "Well maybe if you wouldn't have forced me to be your host in the first damn place. I wouldn't have this problem!" Zayn screamed causing all the flames to burn brighter. "Maybe if you would have never even met me, I could still have my boyfriend in my fucking arms! Maybe we would be at home watching one of those shitty romantic comedy movies he l-loves so much..." Zayn said feeling a new batch of tears build. "Maybe he'd be safe, and not being possess by your power crazy adopted son!" Zayn said punching the floor with all his strength.

Valac watched with a blank expression, and starts to drag Zayn out of the destroyed pub with his telekinesis. Zayn's didn't even out up a fight. Despite the fact that his attempts would be no use. Zayn jut felt too broken to actually fiction. His eyes closed and he let his tears fall freely as he thought of his boyfriend, and how bad he wanted him back.

Valac pulled him out to the dark snow filled ally, a few blocks away from the burnt down pub. Sitting a few feet away from the crying lad. When Zayn cried there was a rawness to it, like the pain was still an open wound. He would clasp onto something for support, anything, his thighs or the back of his hair, and then his whole body would shake. The sobs were stifled at first as he attempted to hide his grief, then overcome by the wave of his emotions he would break down entirely, all his defences washed away in those salty tears.

"Why Valac? I-i don't want this life. I want to be normal, and to have my damn boyfriend in bed with me at night!" Zayn yelled as he pulled at his hair, managing to pull a couple of the raven black strands out.

The silence caressed his skin like a cool summer breeze, soothing Zayn as it relaxed his mind, taking away his jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough day.

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There was absolute stillness. No air stirred the grass or leaves. No clouds drifted in the sea of blue above. No water dripped or flowed. Not a sound could be heard either close at hand or in the far off distance. Even Zayn's own breath seemed to die as soon as it left his mouth. It was an eerie sort of tranquility, so instead of being soothed his senses became heightened. He felt like the prey even though no predator could be detected. The news was buzzing about the fire from yesterday. Of course no one knew the cause of the fire, and it would remain that way.

The trees stand starkly in the winter morning like x-rays of their summer selves, only in reverse. Zayn shivers and stomps his foot, peering into the encroaching gloom, watching for the right headlights, car headlights. He called Niall. He knew that he would need some help with this. He also knew that at least one of Harry's best friends deserved to be let out of the dark. Also, Niall has been ringing Harry's phone for the last few weeks of Harry being possessed. Zayn thought it luck that Casca, hadn't had he phone with him. Leaving it to Zayn to still think up a plan or two.

His breath rises before him, puffs of moisture from the lungs and he rubs his hands together to keep the warmth. Shutting his eyes, Zayn feels the soft snow flakes fluttering down to the ground and onto his cheeks and hair. The wind howled, piling up snow in drifts, blinding the sky with ice-white dust. Squinting his eyes, Zayn stepped closer to the curb when he saw the bright headlights turn the corner. Sighing relived when the car pulled to the curb in front of him. Zayn quickly gets in the car and shuts the door quickly behind him. The heat of the car, warmed Zayn slowly as he positions his hands over the heaters to quicken up the process. After a few minutes of warming up, Zayn notices that the car hasn't moved yet. Turning his head to Niall, Zayn raises a questioning eyebrow.

Niall glares at Zayn and tries to think of a nice way to say something. "So are you gonna tell me what you did to my best friend, or am I gonna have to kick you out of my car?"

Well, at least he tried.

Zayn rolls his eyes but does as he said he would on the phone. He starts from when they first met at the club The Pulse, all the way to the first time he slept over at Harry's. He then goes to the moments in October, and couldn't help the smile that landed on his face at the memories. However, that smile soon vanished when present times came up. After finishing, Zayn looked up and turned his head to face Niall.

The blonde lad gave him a disbelieving and annoyed look. "Do you actually think I'm that stupid to believe in your fantasy shit Malik? Tell me what's really going on or I'm gonna..."

The yellow flames flickered and danced over Zayn's thumb. His eyes concentrated on his palms, and soon the flames went to hover over his hands. He didn't make it bigger, not wanting to risk another fire to start. Closing his eyes he could feel the heat of the fire disappearing as he lost focus. Unlike Harry's reaction to his powers, Niall actually wasn't freaked out. The blue eyed lad just stared for a few seconds before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I told him that you were bad news.." he mumbled to himself as he shook his head in disapproval. Letting out another sigh, Niall turned his head to look at Zayn. "Fine. What are we gonna do to get Harry back?"

A/N: Yeah Niall's on board!