Okay so this is being typed on my phone cuz I'm at school without my laptop and I'm waiting for someone... I have this chapter written out in my art journal thingy so I thought I might as well.

So yeah if there are any mistakes it's probs cuz of that....

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Louis stares at Zayn with all levels of confusion.

"What?" He blurts.

Zayn has a small smile on his face. He tries to look behind Louis, farther into the house. Louis is quick to block his vision with his body.

"I don't think this is a very good time Zayn."

"Oh so you wouldn't like some help? I know something happened, I felt it." He easily replies. Zayn raises his hand and waves it towards Louis who suddenly feels the compelling urge to step back and let Zayn through. Unable to fight it Louis moves, Zayn enters the house.

"What the hell?" Louis whispers to himself. "Zayn what did you do?"

Zayn ignores him and walks to the living room, up to the couch looking down at Harry, silently assessing.

"That is one nasty poison." Is all he says.

Louis watches as Zayn kneels down next to the couch coming just above eye level with Harry's chest. He removes his bag and begins taking out its contents. He brings out a few bags of herbs, a mortar and pestle, a few candles and a worn book with, what Louis thinks is nonsensical, scribbles on the cover.

"Can you get some water and more towels you also might want to throw those in the wash," he says pointing to the pile of dirty towels.

Louis nods numbly following the orders blindly. He trusts Zayn, but he's really confused as to what's going on. Zayn showed up out of nowhere carrying a bag of herbs and candles. He's soon back to the living room with the new towels and some water, he finds Zayn mortar and pestle in hand, grinding with reading the worn book laid out in front of him.

Louis sets down the towels and water onto the coffee table behind Zayn. Louis sits next to him nearer to Harry's head. He cards his fingers through Harry's hair, finding comfort in the action, while worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I'm a witch." Zayn says suddenly. "My family moved here because we had to get away from our old coven."

Louis looks at Zayn with wide eyes. Well that explains a lot. He nods in understanding and looks back to Harry's face.

"It's how you knew about Harry?" He almost whispers. "You know of the pack too then?" He questions, gazing at Zayn.

"Yeah, sorry for not telling you." Zayn replies, he reaches for the water, pouring a little into the mortar bowl then grinding the mixture into a thick paste. He floats his hand above the bowl muttering a few incomprehensible words.

A little explosion seems to puff up from the bowl, tiny cloud of smoke following. Louis lets out a little giggle finding it cute.

"I'm not all that surprised to be honest. A lot of the 'impossible'" he air quotes, "seem to be happening lately."

Zayn nods. He then puts down the paste and scoops a good amount onto three fingers, gingerly applying it to Harry's wound. On and around it.

"This is the strongest healing paste I can make," Zayn starts, "unfortunately it can only be applied by the maker, so I can't give you any for later use. It would be best if I stayed for a couple days to make sure the poison is all gone if that's okay?"

Louis nods, "yeah no problem, I'll let my mum know."

Zayn is done applying the paste when there's a weird sizzling sound coming from the infected area.

Zayn sighs in relief and Louis is worried.

"Why is it making that noise?" He asks.

"It means it working, think of it as he paste warriors beating the crap out of the poison army, you can hear their punches." Zayn chuckles.

It's a couple hours and a few cups of tea later that Zayn and Louis are sat in front of the couch watching a cheesy rom com on low volume.

"So if you're a witch, and you know about he pack, then you know Liam is your mate right?"

"Yes." Zayn looks sad and Louis will never not be confused it seems.

"Why haven't you said anything?" Louis asks shocked.

Zayn sighs, he cracks Harry before saying, "well, he's a wolf right?" Louis nods. "And wolves usually go after their mate as soon as they first see them, but Liam hasn't so much as held a conversation with me yet. He doesn't want me as a mate." He explains. With another sigh he slumps against the front of the couch staring blankly at the telly, a small pout on his lips.

"Well Liam's stupid." Louis states with confidence. Zayn lets out a surprised chuckle. "I'll be right back." Louis runs to the kitchen, opening the freezer and grabbing the biggest tub of ice cream they have. He makes his way back to the couch when he's grabbed spoons. "To dealing with boys stupidity." Louis cheers, clanking their spoons together.

Zayn can't help but laugh as they scoop into the large tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. With one last application of healing salve by Zayn, both he and Louis fall asleep in the mound of blankets in front of the couch with the telly playing a marathon of cheesy rom-coms in the background.

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Zayn is the first to wake up. He tends to Harry's wound and walks into the kitchen. He puts the kettle on with the wave of his hands and checks the cabinets for mugs. He finds two Yorkshire tea bags, conveniently placed next to the mugs, just as the teapot begins to whistle. He places he tea bags in the mugs and pours the boiling water evenly in each.

Louis starts to stir then. He sits up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He can hear Zayn padding around the kitchen helping himself, Zayn's been over enough. He walks into the kitchen to see Zayn sitting at the counter with two steaming cups of tea. Zayn gestures to the cup nearest Louis.

"Thanks," Louis mumbles, he grabs the milk from the fridge pouring a little into his tea before putting it back. He lifts the hot tea, taking a sip with a sigh. "So how's Harry doing?" He asks quietly.

"Good, the poison's almost gone, I'd give it a couple more hours and he should be walking up."

Louis lets out an enormous sigh of relief. He wasn't expecting for everything to heal so quickly and he could not be more happy that it is. "Thank you," he breathes out.

Zayn smiles, "just doing my job."

Louis chuckles.

They sit drinking their tea for the better part of half and hour, neither really having the appetite to eat. They recede back to the living room when their mugs are in the dishwasher.

They sit on their mound of blankets for the rest of the morning, Zayn reading his books and Louis running his fingers through Harry's hair.

It was around noon when Harry started groaning. At first it sounded like grumbled 'oo' sounds, Harry's face twitching bad flinching, getting more and more clammy to the touch.

"L-Lo-Lou," Harry groans, his eyes shut tight, head shaking back and forth.

Relief and happiness flood Louis' body. He gets up on his knees trying to sooth Harry's thrashing.

"Harry? Hazza, love wake up." He soothes, "you're okay, I'm okay, please wake up."

While he was asleep Harry was reliving he attack, over and over again. Each time Louis died a different way. This time was no different, except he was so close to saving him. Louis was screaming for him, a giant rabid wolf towering over his small trembling body, jaw opened, hackles raised. Ready to tear his head from his body. Louis laid there with his head turned towards Harry, screaming, tears running down his face, screaming.

"Harry?! Hazza!" Louis words were jumbled coming in and out of focus. "Please w-" jumbled again.

Harry could feel himself running, but it seemed no matter how hard or how fast he pushed himself, Louis was getting farther and farther away. Louis words changed.

"Harry love wake up! Come on wake up please!" He whimpered. The rabid wolf moved.

Harry's eyes snapped open darting all over his surroundings. Louis' living room. Finally his eyes land on Louis kneeling next to him.

"Louis," he breathes out.

Louis grins so happy to have Harry awake.

"Yeah, hi love." Harry stirs trying to get up to protect his mate. Louis is quick to put both hands on his shoulders, keeping him lying down. "Don't get up. You're okay we're fine, were at my house. You were hurt Harry." Louis says softly.

It's then that Harry recognizes the intense throbbing radiating from his abdomen and groans. Rather loudly.

"Fuck that hurts like a bitch." He grits out. Louis can't help but let out a small giggle. Harry lays back fully, letting out a breath and smiling at his small giggly mate. He notices Zayn. "Uh... Zayn?"

Zayn gives a small wave and Louis answers the unspoken question. "Witch, he helped your wound. Apparently you were poisoned and you weren't healing."

Harry nods, "thank you Zayn."

"It's no problem, but you are not allowed to move until your regeneration picks up again okay. The poison is almost out of your system, but after that you should be good as new."

Harry nods in response, he turns to Louis. Louis gives him a small smile, still running his fingers through his hair. Harry nuzzles into the touch it making him feel a lot better.

"What happened?" He asks.

"You killed them. We walked back here, you were out of it. You collapsed right when we got to my backyard. Scared me to death," he lets out a humorless laugh breathlessly. "We, my mum and I cleaned you up and stitched everything, but then Zayn showed up and helped a lot more." He replied.

Harry lets out a breath, "I kept dreaming they killed you. In my head it happened over and over." Harry pauses, raises his hand, the one closest to Louis, and caresses his face.

Louis leans into the gesture, nuzzling into Harry's palm.

For the rest of the day they lay around the living room, Zayn occasionally checking the wound, quietly watching the telly and finally relaxing.

I really fucking hate typing on my phone. It's really annoying but I was so excited to post this so yeah....

Anyways hope you enjoyed and I'll see you guys the next update!