LOOK AT MYBABY HARRY RIGHT THERE HE LOOKS LIKE HE IS COMING INTO HIS OWN AND IM SO FUCKING PROUD OF HIM!!!!1!1

Dedicated to: alessandra for her amazing larry tale If I could Fly.' Honestly, it is beautifully written, and I believe we all need a bit mermaid!Harry and harpy!Louis in our lives. It's one of my top favourites (which isn't that hard to get on) but Damn. Go read her Larry tales because you won't regret it.

Hi Alessandra if you're reading this! (Which I highly doubt)  This chapter is for you \(^-^)/

I'm sorry I haven't updated. I'm a slack writer and senior year sucks. I'll try give more updates... but honestly there will be no more promises.

I have over two months before I graduate high school (which is so scary) then I'm out in the big world.

I am sure I have lost readers but oh well.

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P.S I'm not going to make promises about when I will update this book because clearly I suck at keeping them. It'll now be updated... whenever I have time.

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(Edited 28/09/16)

It was when Louis arrived at his school when things began to feel a little... off.

It seemed as though the atmosphere had dulled down and there was underlying tension in the air. It was weird.

But not as weird as the feeling the boy just couldn't shake off his shoulders. It felt to him as if people had their cameras on the highest zoomed in setting and shoved it right into his personal bubble, inspecting and critiquing every move.

As the flower-crowned boy made his way up to the school building, subconsciously glancing over his shoulder every now at then, a large hand clapped itself on the boy's shoulder. The sound of a squeak escaped his lips, books nearly fumbling out of grasp before whipping around to be faced with a grinning Irishman.

"Ni Ni! Scared me to death." Louis whined, pushing his best friend's chest.

It didn't even make him budge.

The bugger.

The Irish lad cackled in amusement from his best friend, shaking his head and wiped a non-existent tear from his eye.

That big bugger.

It was obvious that Niall didn't notice any weirdness. He was an oblivious child. "Sorry, not sorry Lou" he teased before walking with Louis into the school main building. The two strode through the clusters of pubescent teens, making their way to their allocated lockers.

"So how was your day at work yesterday?" Louis questioned, forgetting about his weird hunch momentarily as he turned to the blonde lad, fixing his wonky daffodil crown that sat perched on his hair. Niall shrugged. "It was quite busy actually." He hummed, "Which was surprising, since the past few months I've been workin' at der book shop we've only had a trickle of customers."

Niall was hired a few days after their trip to the chocolate factory, and genuinely liked his job at Lee-lah's book shop. For a few reasons. One: it was great pay. Two: there was always freshly baked food for him to snack on. And three: His boss Lee-lah was hot.

"That's great! I think people realised its great to read a proper book every now and then, instead of those weird tablet candle things." The flower boy  chirped, tugging his books out of his locker.

"Candle? Lou, you mean kindle" His best friend chuckled, with a playful nudge making the boy huff with a soft giggle. "Yeah, you know what I mean. Patato potato."

"Lets just head to class, you potato."

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Louis felt a chill run down his spine, crossing his arms together across his chest and gave a reassuring smile to his best friend who gave him a concerned look.

They were both in class, Louis sitting in the back corner closest to the window, Niall right beside him.

Their teacher was going on about the relevance of Shakespeare in the 21st century, pacing back and forth in front of the whiteboard as she yammered on passionately. But Louis couldn't pay attention, his eyes flicking out the window every few moments.

The flower boy stared out the window, down at the fenceline where it separated off the sparse woodlands behind it.

As the boy kept staring, there was a movement of blue and black near the tree line, making him squint suspiciously. "What in the heck?" He whispered to himself as he leaned closer to the window, his voice drowned out by the now chattering class, seeing blue appear again, but this time in a shape of a person.

"Is that a per- ahh!"

Louis gasped and jumped in fright, hand going straight to his heart, head turning towards his best friend who looked spooked as well from Louis' reaction, hand that touched his shoulder limp at his side.

"Woah, Lou. You okay?" The Irish lad asked worriedly, noticing the usual peppy bubbly boy was skittish and flinching at every move.

The boy swallowed thickly, nodding his head. "Y-yeah.." he lied before he looked down. "No."

"W'ah's wrong?"

"I feel like... like someone's watching me." The boy whispered, glancing out towards the window. "I swear I saw someone..."

"Maybe we just need ta get yah home. You'll feel bet'a dere." Niall comforted, though Louis' eyes still remained locked on that one spot.

"Yeah... that'll be good." The boy whispered.

Then the blue and black shape appeared once more before disappearing into the woods.

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The sounds of tires rumbling through the roads, made the rubble quake as the black range rover made its way through the country side.

The curly haired man was tense, the events from the previous night still running wild through his head.

Harry as usual was driving towards their destination, Zayn lounging in the passenger seat with a joint between his lips.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" Zayn queried after half an hour of pure silence from Harry. With a grunt, the curly haired male gave a slight nod, his eyes locked straight on the road ahead.

"Yeah Zayn, I am positive I know what I'm doing, thanks for asking." Zayn grumbled out, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he did so.  "You're welcome Harry, no problem."

Hearing Zayn, Harry couldn't help the small tug of his lips, thankful that he tried to lighten the mood. (Not that Zayn would have to know...)

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"Glad you could make it, Styles." A familiar cold voice spoke out as Harry and Zayn stepped into the Angel's Demons cemetery. With a sneer, Harry walked a bit closer until he was at least ten meters away. "You should be glad I don't have your head blown off for trespassing."

The cemetery was around 40 minutes away from the mansion, hidden between thick tree lines that secluded it from the rest of the world. Well, most of the world. Somehow Walker has managed to find the almost sacred burial grounds of the past leaders and members.

Walker just chuckled mockingly. "And yet here we are..." He raised his hands and gestured the area as he stood beside the entrance to the tomb of the first leader of Angel's Demons. It took a lot from Harry's side not to blow Walker's brains out.

"Now, you have something of mine." Walker said in an eerily calm voice and he stepped forward.

"Yeah, and what's that?" Zayn scoffed from besides Harry, armed and at the ready.

The man gave them a small smirk, stepping forward, unafraid.

It went quiet. All eyes were locked on the man, fingers ready to press their triggers.

"Oh, I'm sure you know." Walker spoke.

"Stop fucking playing mind games!" Harry snapped, aiming his gun up to point at the man's forehead, making Walker laugh.

"My son." The older man leant against the tombstone, a dark smirk on his lips. Zayn watched with scepticism, glancing around his face before it clicked, his eyes darting towards his friend.

It was the calm before the storm, that moment of holding your breath to prepare for the bombshell.

"Louis Tomlinson."

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AOTD: My favourite would have to be either Louis or Niall. Or Harry. Idk I can't choose!!!!