Fic: 10.100 Nights Of Thunder - Louis/Zayn
Title: 10.000 Nights Of Thunder
Author: graecus_hist
Pairing: Louis/Zayn
Warning: R
Summary: SUPERHERO!AU. Louis is just making it through high school, he’s the kid no one notices and he pretty much likes it that way. Zayn is the school jock and captain of the football team. He has it all; his father is a millionaire and owns Malik Industries. He lives in a huge mansion and has everything he wishes for. The thing is, none of that makes him happy.This was originally written for my english assignment and well I decided to extend it a lot so yes some mature themes.
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Louis gets out of bed with a jerk once realization hit him. He was -yet again- going to be late for school. A detention after class was the last thing he needed, thank you very much. Almost tripping over the tangled mess of his limbs with blankets; he finally makes it on his feet. The brunette threw on his favorite black shirt with Darth Vader and the troopers rendered in white ink, along with a pair of clean cargo pants.
Before walking out of the door, he takes a quick glance at himself in the mirror, his hair looked fine, still sleep rumbled and all over the place but still, he thought, it would do. Shrugging on a coat and kicking on his worn-out Tom's, Louis literally ran all the way to school not sparing a single second to stop and eat breakfast. His mother would always lecture him about breakfast, but he simply didn’t like it. A cup of coffee in the morning was his intoxication, and days like this when he was really late were when he would long for a steaming cup.
And Coffee he got, only as a smug splatter on his shirt. With heat clinging painfully against his pale skin he lets out a yelp. “Great, that’s the last thing I needed.” An irritated grunt swells in the empty hallway as if the fact that the person’s drink hadn’t just burned the innocuous boy before him.
“Excuse me?!” Louis exasperated “Your coffee just burned the skin out of me! Me who happens to be late for class, no thanks to you!”
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” The boy looks him over behind long lashes. “It’s not like we’re that late.” The boy throws the offensive thing and continues to move past Louis, stopping once to look back. “Aren’t you coming? You’re definitely going to be late if you just stood there, you know.”
Oh.
Then it hit Louis, that wasn’t just any douche bag in varsity jacket, that was Zayn Malik and apparently he was the worst in the morning as well. The one and only son of the renowned millionaire Javvad Malik. And really, Louis couldn’t help but feel repellant against him. He never liked Zayn and he wasn’t just about to start to now.
Louis finally snaps out of it and stalks behind Zayn where they actually had class together. Class did start. The chiming of the bell made it clear it has.
Louis thinks he did a good job avoiding the prat all day, except once he’s outside waiting for his mom to pick him up he feels the presence hovering from behind him. Louis whips his head back to be met with none other but the source of his annoyance all day.
He shifts to the side hoping that’s what Zayn wanted, and not actually bothering him because that was the last thing he needed right now. Zayn doesn’t move though, his eyes are peering into Louis’s form and suddenly the Doncaster boy feels as if he may be naked.
“Is something wrong?” Louis asks scowling as he desperately fishes for his phone for distraction. Zayn however still chooses to stay inaudible and merely looks at the other side of the school’s entrance where the football team just exited the building. Louis lets a mental shrug, if Zayn didn’t want to talk to him then so be it, he wasn’t exactly keen on talking to him either anyways.
As if on cue, or maybe life hates him, his mother sends him a message saying she couldn’t pick him up today and maybe he should catch a ride with one of his friends. Louis snorts at the last bit. Was his mom trying to be funny? He doesn’t have any friends. Not ones who he would ask for a ride anyways.
Louis cranes his neck to find Zayn still standing there leaning against the wall and looking down at his phone. Louis was sure he’d rather die than ask that prick for a ride; so he stalks out into the rain.
Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have done that because now he has to go and buy a new pair of Tom's because those will just completely do no good anymore. He groans in irritation and stands in the puddle of mud. He hears snickering behind him and finds that Zayn pretty much still stood where he was.
“Do you want a ride home?” he asks when he’s approached Louis, still under a shed and not a single drop managed to ruin his always perfect quiff.
“Thanks, but no thanks.” Louis says dragging a foot out of the muddle and staring at his shoe in disgust.
Zayn lets out a sigh and walks towards the parking lot. “Come on, I can’t wait forever.” The nerve on him! Louis thinks as he follows behind complaining about how he didn’t need this and if Zayn hadn’t offered he wouldn’t have but he's just being nice and taking his offer. He stops at a slick black car, and for the moment he forgot how rich Zayn actually is he’s suddenly reminded about everything he hates about the boy.
He’s seconds from turning around and leaving but then he’d decided he made enough fool out of himself for one day and that he didn’t particularly enjoy walking in the rain. When he opens the passenger seat of the audi, Zayn stops to eye him from head to toe.
“You’re going to have to take off your shoes.” He says as matter of fact-ly.
“You pretentious fuck.” Louis mutters before kicking off his shoes and putting them in the front pocket of his backpack. “Happy now?”
An amused look draws all over Zayn’s face as he takes the driver seat and waits for Louis to get in. Louis shifts uncomfortably in his seat, he’s not used to fancy things like that. Soon the comfortable leather makes it hard for him to stay mad at Zayn and he just lets his head back and sighs in relief.
If he hears Zayn snort, he doesn't comment. There was no use arguing with the asshole now. Zayn presses a button and suddenly Rn’B music are bursting out of the speakers and Louis tries to stay calm but he isn’t physically able to until he snaps. “I live on th-“
“I know where you live.” Zayn cuts him off clearly being one of those people who hated to be told what to do when they already knew what they were doing. Louis himself was one of those people but he wouldn’t admit it himself.
“Are you like, stalking me?” Louis says mockery seeping out with his words and Zayn cannot help but mutter something like idiot, which Louise chooses to let pass.
Zayn pulls up at Louis’s driveway and Louis despite all his previous thoughts thinks that maybe, just maybe Zayn wasn’t bad after all. He’ve given him a ride him with nothing in return, there’s probably something good underneath that bradford bad boy facade. He pushes himself off the seat gently, pushing the door open and letting his bare feet press against the gravel ground. He looks once to smile at Zayn and finds that Zayn is starting at him.
“Uh, thanks I guess.” Louis says awkwardly at the tanned boy.
Zayn nods curtly and waits for Louis to collect his scattered things before driving away. Okay so maybe first impressions did not count. And maybe he knew nothing about Zayn which gave him no right to hate him.
Determined to leave his unsocial self at home tomorrow and befriend Zayn, Louis walks up to the front door.
A thud, feet stomping against concrete, the footing mounts around the corner of the alley. Not wasting a single second after materializing, his piercing blue eyes categorized the transit. They analyzed everything and probably knew where everything was supposed to be. Scion knew when he had to be serious and when he could slack. Tonight was definitely not it. It was only a fraction of another second when his blue orbs clashed with brown ones.
Amused, they were; probably. Daring; absolutely. And they belonged to none but Zedd. Who kept a strong hold on him with those warm eyes.
“Of course, Scion is here. Joy kill.” The black clad man before him said.
It took everything in Scion not to yell something rude at him then and there, instead he pushes himself off the platform.
He was right at the top of the building and it hadn’t even occurred to Zedd what happened. One minute he was elsewhere the next he was in front of him. A strong fist cuts through the air aiming for him, but Zedd’s tempo gets him right out of the situation. He lets the bag of stolen items be snatched smoothly from his grip, then he fled.
Truth be told, Zedd couldn’t care less about the bag. He has stolen, violated and tampered many times than he could remember. It was just one of his tricks to keep Scion coming back.
And boy, did it work.
Louis tiptoed back into the house, worry creasing his face. The lights were off, his parents couldn’t have suspected him sneaking out of the window in the middle of the night. He’s gotten pretty good at this. It was something like a pretense he’s fenced off between the absurdity of both lives he lives.
He had to do it, or no body else would. He never stops.
Once back in his room, he locks the door, and scrubs off the dried blood off his chin. His own blood sometimes, somebody else’s other times. It isn’t something he does out of fun, although it would be a lie if he said he did not enjoy flying in the streets in the middle of the night looking for crime to defeat. It’s something different. New and exciting, for a change. His normal life certainly lacked that.
It had been when he was ten years old when he discovered he had those powers within him. He didn't know if he should have told someone about it. Oddly enough, it happened when his mom was out of town and he was left with his sisters. It was a thundered night and his sisters were finally put to sleep when he walked down in the kitchen to pour himself a glass of milk.
He wasn't quite sure what has compelled him to, but when he looked outside the window he was able to catch a flash of light. Then he started hearing them; those voices of men, women, little children. Louis was on the verge on tears and wanted all of them to stop, except they were growing close and he was pretty sure, as a ten year old would be, that he was going to pass out.
It had stopped then, and he wasn't certain what to fathom out of it, except in the next morning when he had forgotten all about it and his mother came back hiding a bag behind her back and telling him she forgot to get him a present- he knew she was lying. Because then, her mind was as a sheet of paper to him.
So he could control minds, read them and manipulate them. At first, he thought it was the worst thing anyone could get. Except when he grew to control his own power, he learned how to channel it. He didn't need it at school, people said enough with the looks they threw at him. Hearing them actually think it was too horrible.
At the age of fifteen, Louis discovered he could fly. And okay, that sounded ridiculous to him at first too because why would he have powers like that? It must have been for a greater purpose. His flying wasn't exactly flying, it was more of fast movements and jumps from from high places to another as easy as it comes.
He thought he had a pretty interesting life, until Zedd has become his obsession,The darkness to his light. The hatred to his love. The End to his Life. He walks in his shadow. He is his Destiny, and He is his Doom.
Zedd who could ruin everything for him, but he couldn't care less. Zedd was all he hated in this world.
Sighing, Louis lays his head to rest. Shaking as the cold night touches his skin with a sharp twinge. It’s lonely, to be more powerful than any man he knows and have to live like a shadow. To be special and have to pretend he’s a fool.
He drifts of into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning, the bruise on his cheek was nothing but a memory. He rolled out off bed with a grunt, running downstairs to get something to eat because he was late as it is and his stomach kept growling rudely at him.
His mother and sisters must have left already because he doesn’t hear anything around and so he decides it wouldn’t matter if he missed first class, Mr. Smith can just suck it up.
It isn't raining today, which made him feel slightly assured that nothing could go wrong- or at least not any time soon. Louis takes a burned toast between his lips as he finishes up making his coffee. When he opens the door and clean air is all he can breathe, he decides today was perfect for walking.
On his way to school he sees a young couple walking by and he lets his mind drift to their unspoken conversation. I am so happy. Is all he seems to get in all corners of the girl's mind. Louis can't help it but smile. He wishes he could have that, be that; happy.
When he walks into the school's corridor he finds out it's already lunch break and he doesn't have to get to any class anytime soon. Harry, who is this sophomore he had grown accustomed to, leaves a note on his locker and it makes Louis smile about having someone to care. Didn't see you around today, i hope you're okay boobear x
Maybe good days did exist, after all.
When he notes Zayn making it out of class with two of his friends, Louis can't help but smile at him. All teeth, crinkled eyes and all. Zayn's face hardens even more, if that's even possible, as he strides past the confused brunette.
Zayn's friends shove Louis into the locker and a lump forms at Louis's throat. He couldn't care less about the pain at his ribs. It just sucks to be proven wrong over and over again.
Their next encounter doesn’t happen until two weeks after their last.
When he invades Scion’s space and strikes a blow to his stomach, he heaves with nausea. He falls backwards onto the floorboard with Zedd standing before him. Looking down at him, like he’s weak and worthless, like he holds his destiny between his hands now.
Scion lays there taking constant blows to his face and feeling as might his jaw’s going to break. He’s pretty sure he can hear the bone breaking and he uses the moment Zedd retreats his hand to haul himself at him, letting all his weight fall over the black clad mass. He’s first to act with hands holding down Zedd’s over his head as he uses a kick to his stomach to push himself back into the air. He's all sorts of angry, at Zedd, at himself, at people in general. If that much anger consumes him he shan't know what to do with it.
He’s on the top of the building breathing heavily staring down at the menacing masked man before him. He hates him, really does, wishes he didn’t have to be the one to try to stop him, wishes he understood him.
He usually sits alone at lunch break, the table closest to the door. It’s reassuring when he knows he’s a step away from this place crammed with people.
Zayn has a large group of friends, none he keeps close at all. Just a bunch of people who admire him and want to be him. Louis knows he’s really lonely too, despite what he shows. He can see it in his eyes; they miss that glint any happy person would have.
Zayn flicks his forehead when he walks into the cafeteria. A form of greeting perhaps. Definitely not one they both agreed to. He drops his tray at the table Louis is sitting at, but the look on his eyes doesn’t look friendly at all. Louis feels trapped and choked when more of Zayn’s friend join. He lets his eyes slide back up to find Zayn smirking at him.
He likes getting him in trouble, making fun of him, mocking him. Countless encounters showed how much despise he has for him.
Louis gulps down a lump in his throat and stands to leave the room. He has no idea where to; just out of here is all he thinks about. He is not able to brush the feeling that Zayn's eyes are trained on his back.
He wishes he could say he hates him and get on with his life. But in all truth, he doesn't.
Inside of two minutes, Zayn's got him against the wall of a locked, musty, out-of-order bathroom, arm twisted until he grits his teeth against the wall paint and swears. And this is exactly where the fuck it’s at.
“Can’t believe it took you this long to tell me what a little bitch you are,” Zayn says, pitched low, against his temple. He tightens his hold.
“Didn’t peg you to be such a fucking control freak,” Louis grits out, breathing against the wall. His shoulder is going to pop. He bucks against Zayn’s hold anyway. Zayn growls, low and deep. Swings Louis out roughly, to the middle of the room, and forces him over the counters in front of the mirror.
With a shifting of Zayn’s upper body strength, Louis is bent over the sink, a hot palm on the back of his head pressing his face the counter. Zayn holds him there for a moment, rutting territorially against Louis’s tightly clad ass. Then Zayn strips him of his jeans, and he's in nothing but his boxers when he presses against him.
Zayn fists Louis’s hair, pulls his ear up to Zayn’s mouth. His breath comes hard but he asks softly, evenly: “Like this, you fucking cunt?”
Louis grits his teeth and breathes through the hard, aching pound of Zayn’s dick. Hid knees slide over the counter, ankle shuddering under the pressure. He keeps his face down, doesn’t look in the mirror there; doesn’t want to see any trace of the wounded pride that comes from being manhandled. He wants to love it, wants to be taken.
“Harder, this isn't,” Louis says, knuckles white over the porcelain. “It’s - shit oh.”
And just as fast, Zayn hauls him up, fingers deep in the curve of Louis’s shoulder. Louis laughs, and then gives a sharp protest when Zayn whips him around, and shoves him ass-first to the counter. The center of Zayn’s weight shifts when he pins Louis’s wrists to either side of the counter and sucks down on his nipples hard enough for Louis to slam his head back into the mirror. The impact clacks his teeth together.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Louis hitches, eyes closed, dick hot. He fights the hold, pulls, bucks up into Zayn’s back. Wraps a leg around Zayn's back and pulls him against his chest until he protest.
He can feel his wrists bruising, can feel his fingers tingling. For a second he can’t find his voice, breath coming so hard and fast that he’s dizzy. He pulls at Zayn’s grip, staring down, and seeing Zayn’s eyes cutting upward and pinning Louis there with a dangerous stare.
“Let me go,” Louis says, voice low.
Zayn smiles, and it’s predatory, saying: that was cute, but you’re in for it. His eyes flit over Louis’s face like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
“Turn around,” Zayn says. “Cause I’m gonna eat your ass and then fuck you like a little bitch.”
Louis complies.
.
When Louis wakes up the next morning with a sore ass and anger weighing him down, he realizes that wasn't just a dream. He and Zayn had actually, done it, done it. Then he mentally slaps at himself for thinking done it, because really, who is he, a sixth grader?
He doesn't understand Zayn! One minute he is ignoring him, the next he's having him against the wall and fucking him against the counters. He winces at the last thought, okay so maybe he could have stopped it if he wanted. It just makes him angry that he wanted it as much as Zayn did.
With a groan he runs the shower and tries not to blow his own head with too much thoughts.
At school, he avoids Zayn which he didn't have to put much effort into since the bradford boy was also avoiding him.
Zedd had raised the point of his knife to Sicon, who had fallen into a stance.
Again silence, deadly this time.
“Does it depress you. To know just how alone you really are. You’re helpless really, you think you’re doing the world good by stopping me but the truth is, no one cares. No one acknowledges you.”
"I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which no one knows you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.” Sicon says, gaze holding Zedd’s.
Laughter. And Sicon can feel the hatred from Zedd's tone, not before had it gone this far. “All my life I’ve been searching for distractions. And you were the best distraction I ever had, Sicon. But now I don’t even have you. Because I’ve beaten you. And you know what? In the end it’s easy. Now I’ve got to go back to messing with normal people's lives.”
Sicon grunts, under the sharpness of the knife cutting into his cheek. “I am prepared to do anything, Zedd. You want me to shake hands with you in hell, I shall not disappoint you.”
Zedd’s eyes widen, from under his black mask. The leather of his suit hugging his form tightly and he lets the knife slide away from his face for a while. “Nah. You talk big but you’re not cool at all. I am through with you, Sicon.”
Sicon begins to sit up “Oh, fuck you.” he whispers in the chill of the night and it sends a shiver down Zedd’s spine. He thinks for a while. Even consider it. A playful smirk appearing on his lips.
“Gladly.” his breathe hitches as he pushes Sicon off him with a strike to his stomach.
It surprises Sicon because it had never gotten this bad with Zedd, where he could honestly say he might be dead if he wasn't more careful. He realizes Zedd must have been taking it easy on him all this time. That this time, he has something ugly and strong making him do all this. He tries to send a calming thought he's always conveyed but this time nothing breaks through Zedd. His eyes are as angry as wrathful thunder.
Sicon flees.
He’s in the library on a Sunay afternoon, in the literature section sitting cross-legged on the floor, nose buried in a thick book. He doesn’t notice it when he walks in, too busy deciphering literary into something he can fathom.
“Fuck. Why do you have to be everywhere I go?”
“Oh I am sorry, this is a public library. Last time I checked a Malik did not own this place. After all, all the Maliks I know have a tendency to like only shiny and flashy things. So, what are you doing here?” And this, by record-keeping was the longest thing Louis had ever said to him.
Zayn stares at him incredulously before snapping out of it. “Guess I must've forgotten how annoying you really are.” he sneers at him, something in his brown eyes shows how sad he actually is. He sits down next to him, not too close though. He couldn’t afford being close to someone he supposedly hated. None of them actually acknowledging what happened the other time or how good it felt. It’s a few minutes before he speaks again. “What are you reading?”
“The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle“
A smile plays on Zayn’s face and his eyes meet Louis as he starts excitedly “Why the fuck won’t this chemically imbalanced 16 year old girl leave me alone? Is she sick or something? Wait, I kinda like her!” he erupts into laughter when he sees the look on Louis’s face. “Jeez, Tomlinson. close your mouth, it’s really an unattractive look for you.”
Louis shakes his head and looks down at his book, heart rushing to his cheeks. “I just. I didn’t take you for someone who knew a thing about Japanese Literature.”
Zayn scowls before snatching the book from Louis’s hands, skipping through the pages like he actually was too familiar with them. He pushes the book back into Louis’s hand and lets him read one of his favorite lines. Zayn himself can feel the heat radiating out of his body, because he has never before shared something he truly enjoyed with someone.
Louis decides it's now or never, so he lets his mind drift into Zayn's but he feels a strong blow knocking him down. It feels like when Zedd blew a strike at Scion, himself. Except he's still sitting up right, and it all has been a mental image. When he catches the look on Zayn's eyes his eyes widen up. This wasn't what he has excepted, no, not really.
"How did you do that?" Louis asks.
Zayn's eyebrows knot in confusion. "Do what? Were you just in my head?"
"Don't be ridiculous." Louis says and his voice quivers in disbelief. "Zayn, are you..?"
"Oh, no fucking way." Zayn's voice breaks and if Louis didn't know better he'd think he was crying but the tanned boy pushes himself off the floor before the brunette could say anything and darts out of the library.
"Zayn! Wait!" Louis hisses after him, but Zayn's unbelievably fast much like Zedd is. Too fast for him. Except he doesn't give up and catches up to Zayn on the side of a street, pushing him against a wall forcefully. "Zayn!"
"What do you want?" Zayn yells in fury and it reminds Louis just how angry Zedd had been that night. Something in Zayn's eyes soften, then it's that icy look again. "Why are you doing this?! Why do you care about fixing everyone's problems when you clearly have a shitload of your own?! Why do you care what happens to the Malik industries if you hated them so much?"
"I don't expect you to understand, Zayn. You have no sense of duty or loyalty." he spat, because how could he mask emotions like that? He was Zedd. Zedd was Zayn. Zedd whom he've hated and troubled himself with. Zedd who did everything to bring down Malik Industries (apparently, his own father's). Louis would understand, because he -as Zayn had put- had a shitload of problems himself.
"You're wrong." Zayn's lip curve upwards. "Don't think I don't understand loyalty just because I've got no one left to be loyal to."
Something furious and ugly grows in his stomach, he is so mad with Zayn. He has him, he'll always be there for him if he asked. He's almost have already. They're the same person. They have the same haunting emptiness in them. He'd learn to get him.
"You have me!" he shouts at the top of his lungs. "I've practically been cleaning up all your messes already so far! There's a right way of doing things, Zayn! Haven't you ever thought there's a reason you were born with those powers?" He turns to look more softly at him now. "There's so much more to you than you know, not just loneliness and anger. There's good in you too, and you can use all that. You have a power that no one can match." He looks pleadingly at those brown eyes. "Zayn, please."
"Things don't just work like that, Louis. We haven't done anything but hate each other for the past years we've known each other. Why would it all change now?"
"Because," Louis hesitates. "I am finally able to understand you. I was hoping you'd help me understand me?" The small hesitant smile makes something in Zayn's inside twist, he looks down at the ground, their feet touching and he nods shakily.
"Okay," he nods one more time for emphasis. "Okay, okay, can I like kiss you right now, seal the deal?" Louis raises an eyebrow, because really? Zayn have done more than kiss him and he wasn't this adorable about it either.
He takes Louis's smile as in invitation for him to lean in to him, pressing his lips against Louis's own. It was relieving and genuine and Louis didn't miss the soft Thank You Zayn sent.
Author: graecus_hist
Pairing: Louis/Zayn
Warning: R
Summary: SUPERHERO!AU. Louis is just making it through high school, he’s the kid no one notices and he pretty much likes it that way. Zayn is the school jock and captain of the football team. He has it all; his father is a millionaire and owns Malik Industries. He lives in a huge mansion and has everything he wishes for. The thing is, none of that makes him happy.This was originally written for my english assignment and well I decided to extend it a lot so yes some mature themes.
Words: 4,723
Louis gets out of bed with a jerk once realization hit him. He was -yet again- going to be late for school. A detention after class was the last thing he needed, thank you very much. Almost tripping over the tangled mess of his limbs with blankets; he finally makes it on his feet. The brunette threw on his favorite black shirt with Darth Vader and the troopers rendered in white ink, along with a pair of clean cargo pants.
Before walking out of the door, he takes a quick glance at himself in the mirror, his hair looked fine, still sleep rumbled and all over the place but still, he thought, it would do. Shrugging on a coat and kicking on his worn-out Tom's, Louis literally ran all the way to school not sparing a single second to stop and eat breakfast. His mother would always lecture him about breakfast, but he simply didn’t like it. A cup of coffee in the morning was his intoxication, and days like this when he was really late were when he would long for a steaming cup.
And Coffee he got, only as a smug splatter on his shirt. With heat clinging painfully against his pale skin he lets out a yelp. “Great, that’s the last thing I needed.” An irritated grunt swells in the empty hallway as if the fact that the person’s drink hadn’t just burned the innocuous boy before him.
“Excuse me?!” Louis exasperated “Your coffee just burned the skin out of me! Me who happens to be late for class, no thanks to you!”
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” The boy looks him over behind long lashes. “It’s not like we’re that late.” The boy throws the offensive thing and continues to move past Louis, stopping once to look back. “Aren’t you coming? You’re definitely going to be late if you just stood there, you know.”
Oh.
Then it hit Louis, that wasn’t just any douche bag in varsity jacket, that was Zayn Malik and apparently he was the worst in the morning as well. The one and only son of the renowned millionaire Javvad Malik. And really, Louis couldn’t help but feel repellant against him. He never liked Zayn and he wasn’t just about to start to now.
Louis finally snaps out of it and stalks behind Zayn where they actually had class together. Class did start. The chiming of the bell made it clear it has.
Louis thinks he did a good job avoiding the prat all day, except once he’s outside waiting for his mom to pick him up he feels the presence hovering from behind him. Louis whips his head back to be met with none other but the source of his annoyance all day.
He shifts to the side hoping that’s what Zayn wanted, and not actually bothering him because that was the last thing he needed right now. Zayn doesn’t move though, his eyes are peering into Louis’s form and suddenly the Doncaster boy feels as if he may be naked.
“Is something wrong?” Louis asks scowling as he desperately fishes for his phone for distraction. Zayn however still chooses to stay inaudible and merely looks at the other side of the school’s entrance where the football team just exited the building. Louis lets a mental shrug, if Zayn didn’t want to talk to him then so be it, he wasn’t exactly keen on talking to him either anyways.
As if on cue, or maybe life hates him, his mother sends him a message saying she couldn’t pick him up today and maybe he should catch a ride with one of his friends. Louis snorts at the last bit. Was his mom trying to be funny? He doesn’t have any friends. Not ones who he would ask for a ride anyways.
Louis cranes his neck to find Zayn still standing there leaning against the wall and looking down at his phone. Louis was sure he’d rather die than ask that prick for a ride; so he stalks out into the rain.
Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have done that because now he has to go and buy a new pair of Tom's because those will just completely do no good anymore. He groans in irritation and stands in the puddle of mud. He hears snickering behind him and finds that Zayn pretty much still stood where he was.
“Do you want a ride home?” he asks when he’s approached Louis, still under a shed and not a single drop managed to ruin his always perfect quiff.
“Thanks, but no thanks.” Louis says dragging a foot out of the muddle and staring at his shoe in disgust.
Zayn lets out a sigh and walks towards the parking lot. “Come on, I can’t wait forever.” The nerve on him! Louis thinks as he follows behind complaining about how he didn’t need this and if Zayn hadn’t offered he wouldn’t have but he's just being nice and taking his offer. He stops at a slick black car, and for the moment he forgot how rich Zayn actually is he’s suddenly reminded about everything he hates about the boy.
He’s seconds from turning around and leaving but then he’d decided he made enough fool out of himself for one day and that he didn’t particularly enjoy walking in the rain. When he opens the passenger seat of the audi, Zayn stops to eye him from head to toe.
“You’re going to have to take off your shoes.” He says as matter of fact-ly.
“You pretentious fuck.” Louis mutters before kicking off his shoes and putting them in the front pocket of his backpack. “Happy now?”
An amused look draws all over Zayn’s face as he takes the driver seat and waits for Louis to get in. Louis shifts uncomfortably in his seat, he’s not used to fancy things like that. Soon the comfortable leather makes it hard for him to stay mad at Zayn and he just lets his head back and sighs in relief.
If he hears Zayn snort, he doesn't comment. There was no use arguing with the asshole now. Zayn presses a button and suddenly Rn’B music are bursting out of the speakers and Louis tries to stay calm but he isn’t physically able to until he snaps. “I live on th-“
“I know where you live.” Zayn cuts him off clearly being one of those people who hated to be told what to do when they already knew what they were doing. Louis himself was one of those people but he wouldn’t admit it himself.
“Are you like, stalking me?” Louis says mockery seeping out with his words and Zayn cannot help but mutter something like idiot, which Louise chooses to let pass.
Zayn pulls up at Louis’s driveway and Louis despite all his previous thoughts thinks that maybe, just maybe Zayn wasn’t bad after all. He’ve given him a ride him with nothing in return, there’s probably something good underneath that bradford bad boy facade. He pushes himself off the seat gently, pushing the door open and letting his bare feet press against the gravel ground. He looks once to smile at Zayn and finds that Zayn is starting at him.
“Uh, thanks I guess.” Louis says awkwardly at the tanned boy.
Zayn nods curtly and waits for Louis to collect his scattered things before driving away. Okay so maybe first impressions did not count. And maybe he knew nothing about Zayn which gave him no right to hate him.
Determined to leave his unsocial self at home tomorrow and befriend Zayn, Louis walks up to the front door.
A thud, feet stomping against concrete, the footing mounts around the corner of the alley. Not wasting a single second after materializing, his piercing blue eyes categorized the transit. They analyzed everything and probably knew where everything was supposed to be. Scion knew when he had to be serious and when he could slack. Tonight was definitely not it. It was only a fraction of another second when his blue orbs clashed with brown ones.
Amused, they were; probably. Daring; absolutely. And they belonged to none but Zedd. Who kept a strong hold on him with those warm eyes.
“Of course, Scion is here. Joy kill.” The black clad man before him said.
It took everything in Scion not to yell something rude at him then and there, instead he pushes himself off the platform.
He was right at the top of the building and it hadn’t even occurred to Zedd what happened. One minute he was elsewhere the next he was in front of him. A strong fist cuts through the air aiming for him, but Zedd’s tempo gets him right out of the situation. He lets the bag of stolen items be snatched smoothly from his grip, then he fled.
Truth be told, Zedd couldn’t care less about the bag. He has stolen, violated and tampered many times than he could remember. It was just one of his tricks to keep Scion coming back.
And boy, did it work.
Louis tiptoed back into the house, worry creasing his face. The lights were off, his parents couldn’t have suspected him sneaking out of the window in the middle of the night. He’s gotten pretty good at this. It was something like a pretense he’s fenced off between the absurdity of both lives he lives.
He had to do it, or no body else would. He never stops.
Once back in his room, he locks the door, and scrubs off the dried blood off his chin. His own blood sometimes, somebody else’s other times. It isn’t something he does out of fun, although it would be a lie if he said he did not enjoy flying in the streets in the middle of the night looking for crime to defeat. It’s something different. New and exciting, for a change. His normal life certainly lacked that.
It had been when he was ten years old when he discovered he had those powers within him. He didn't know if he should have told someone about it. Oddly enough, it happened when his mom was out of town and he was left with his sisters. It was a thundered night and his sisters were finally put to sleep when he walked down in the kitchen to pour himself a glass of milk.
He wasn't quite sure what has compelled him to, but when he looked outside the window he was able to catch a flash of light. Then he started hearing them; those voices of men, women, little children. Louis was on the verge on tears and wanted all of them to stop, except they were growing close and he was pretty sure, as a ten year old would be, that he was going to pass out.
It had stopped then, and he wasn't certain what to fathom out of it, except in the next morning when he had forgotten all about it and his mother came back hiding a bag behind her back and telling him she forgot to get him a present- he knew she was lying. Because then, her mind was as a sheet of paper to him.
So he could control minds, read them and manipulate them. At first, he thought it was the worst thing anyone could get. Except when he grew to control his own power, he learned how to channel it. He didn't need it at school, people said enough with the looks they threw at him. Hearing them actually think it was too horrible.
At the age of fifteen, Louis discovered he could fly. And okay, that sounded ridiculous to him at first too because why would he have powers like that? It must have been for a greater purpose. His flying wasn't exactly flying, it was more of fast movements and jumps from from high places to another as easy as it comes.
He thought he had a pretty interesting life, until Zedd has become his obsession,The darkness to his light. The hatred to his love. The End to his Life. He walks in his shadow. He is his Destiny, and He is his Doom.
Zedd who could ruin everything for him, but he couldn't care less. Zedd was all he hated in this world.
Sighing, Louis lays his head to rest. Shaking as the cold night touches his skin with a sharp twinge. It’s lonely, to be more powerful than any man he knows and have to live like a shadow. To be special and have to pretend he’s a fool.
He drifts of into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning, the bruise on his cheek was nothing but a memory. He rolled out off bed with a grunt, running downstairs to get something to eat because he was late as it is and his stomach kept growling rudely at him.
His mother and sisters must have left already because he doesn’t hear anything around and so he decides it wouldn’t matter if he missed first class, Mr. Smith can just suck it up.
It isn't raining today, which made him feel slightly assured that nothing could go wrong- or at least not any time soon. Louis takes a burned toast between his lips as he finishes up making his coffee. When he opens the door and clean air is all he can breathe, he decides today was perfect for walking.
On his way to school he sees a young couple walking by and he lets his mind drift to their unspoken conversation. I am so happy. Is all he seems to get in all corners of the girl's mind. Louis can't help it but smile. He wishes he could have that, be that; happy.
When he walks into the school's corridor he finds out it's already lunch break and he doesn't have to get to any class anytime soon. Harry, who is this sophomore he had grown accustomed to, leaves a note on his locker and it makes Louis smile about having someone to care. Didn't see you around today, i hope you're okay boobear x
Maybe good days did exist, after all.
When he notes Zayn making it out of class with two of his friends, Louis can't help but smile at him. All teeth, crinkled eyes and all. Zayn's face hardens even more, if that's even possible, as he strides past the confused brunette.
Zayn's friends shove Louis into the locker and a lump forms at Louis's throat. He couldn't care less about the pain at his ribs. It just sucks to be proven wrong over and over again.
Their next encounter doesn’t happen until two weeks after their last.
When he invades Scion’s space and strikes a blow to his stomach, he heaves with nausea. He falls backwards onto the floorboard with Zedd standing before him. Looking down at him, like he’s weak and worthless, like he holds his destiny between his hands now.
Scion lays there taking constant blows to his face and feeling as might his jaw’s going to break. He’s pretty sure he can hear the bone breaking and he uses the moment Zedd retreats his hand to haul himself at him, letting all his weight fall over the black clad mass. He’s first to act with hands holding down Zedd’s over his head as he uses a kick to his stomach to push himself back into the air. He's all sorts of angry, at Zedd, at himself, at people in general. If that much anger consumes him he shan't know what to do with it.
He’s on the top of the building breathing heavily staring down at the menacing masked man before him. He hates him, really does, wishes he didn’t have to be the one to try to stop him, wishes he understood him.
He usually sits alone at lunch break, the table closest to the door. It’s reassuring when he knows he’s a step away from this place crammed with people.
Zayn has a large group of friends, none he keeps close at all. Just a bunch of people who admire him and want to be him. Louis knows he’s really lonely too, despite what he shows. He can see it in his eyes; they miss that glint any happy person would have.
Zayn flicks his forehead when he walks into the cafeteria. A form of greeting perhaps. Definitely not one they both agreed to. He drops his tray at the table Louis is sitting at, but the look on his eyes doesn’t look friendly at all. Louis feels trapped and choked when more of Zayn’s friend join. He lets his eyes slide back up to find Zayn smirking at him.
He likes getting him in trouble, making fun of him, mocking him. Countless encounters showed how much despise he has for him.
Louis gulps down a lump in his throat and stands to leave the room. He has no idea where to; just out of here is all he thinks about. He is not able to brush the feeling that Zayn's eyes are trained on his back.
He wishes he could say he hates him and get on with his life. But in all truth, he doesn't.
Inside of two minutes, Zayn's got him against the wall of a locked, musty, out-of-order bathroom, arm twisted until he grits his teeth against the wall paint and swears. And this is exactly where the fuck it’s at.
“Can’t believe it took you this long to tell me what a little bitch you are,” Zayn says, pitched low, against his temple. He tightens his hold.
“Didn’t peg you to be such a fucking control freak,” Louis grits out, breathing against the wall. His shoulder is going to pop. He bucks against Zayn’s hold anyway. Zayn growls, low and deep. Swings Louis out roughly, to the middle of the room, and forces him over the counters in front of the mirror.
With a shifting of Zayn’s upper body strength, Louis is bent over the sink, a hot palm on the back of his head pressing his face the counter. Zayn holds him there for a moment, rutting territorially against Louis’s tightly clad ass. Then Zayn strips him of his jeans, and he's in nothing but his boxers when he presses against him.
Zayn fists Louis’s hair, pulls his ear up to Zayn’s mouth. His breath comes hard but he asks softly, evenly: “Like this, you fucking cunt?”
Louis grits his teeth and breathes through the hard, aching pound of Zayn’s dick. Hid knees slide over the counter, ankle shuddering under the pressure. He keeps his face down, doesn’t look in the mirror there; doesn’t want to see any trace of the wounded pride that comes from being manhandled. He wants to love it, wants to be taken.
“Harder, this isn't,” Louis says, knuckles white over the porcelain. “It’s - shit oh.”
And just as fast, Zayn hauls him up, fingers deep in the curve of Louis’s shoulder. Louis laughs, and then gives a sharp protest when Zayn whips him around, and shoves him ass-first to the counter. The center of Zayn’s weight shifts when he pins Louis’s wrists to either side of the counter and sucks down on his nipples hard enough for Louis to slam his head back into the mirror. The impact clacks his teeth together.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Louis hitches, eyes closed, dick hot. He fights the hold, pulls, bucks up into Zayn’s back. Wraps a leg around Zayn's back and pulls him against his chest until he protest.
He can feel his wrists bruising, can feel his fingers tingling. For a second he can’t find his voice, breath coming so hard and fast that he’s dizzy. He pulls at Zayn’s grip, staring down, and seeing Zayn’s eyes cutting upward and pinning Louis there with a dangerous stare.
“Let me go,” Louis says, voice low.
Zayn smiles, and it’s predatory, saying: that was cute, but you’re in for it. His eyes flit over Louis’s face like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
“Turn around,” Zayn says. “Cause I’m gonna eat your ass and then fuck you like a little bitch.”
Louis complies.
.
When Louis wakes up the next morning with a sore ass and anger weighing him down, he realizes that wasn't just a dream. He and Zayn had actually, done it, done it. Then he mentally slaps at himself for thinking done it, because really, who is he, a sixth grader?
He doesn't understand Zayn! One minute he is ignoring him, the next he's having him against the wall and fucking him against the counters. He winces at the last thought, okay so maybe he could have stopped it if he wanted. It just makes him angry that he wanted it as much as Zayn did.
With a groan he runs the shower and tries not to blow his own head with too much thoughts.
At school, he avoids Zayn which he didn't have to put much effort into since the bradford boy was also avoiding him.
Zedd had raised the point of his knife to Sicon, who had fallen into a stance.
Again silence, deadly this time.
“Does it depress you. To know just how alone you really are. You’re helpless really, you think you’re doing the world good by stopping me but the truth is, no one cares. No one acknowledges you.”
"I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which no one knows you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.” Sicon says, gaze holding Zedd’s.
Laughter. And Sicon can feel the hatred from Zedd's tone, not before had it gone this far. “All my life I’ve been searching for distractions. And you were the best distraction I ever had, Sicon. But now I don’t even have you. Because I’ve beaten you. And you know what? In the end it’s easy. Now I’ve got to go back to messing with normal people's lives.”
Sicon grunts, under the sharpness of the knife cutting into his cheek. “I am prepared to do anything, Zedd. You want me to shake hands with you in hell, I shall not disappoint you.”
Zedd’s eyes widen, from under his black mask. The leather of his suit hugging his form tightly and he lets the knife slide away from his face for a while. “Nah. You talk big but you’re not cool at all. I am through with you, Sicon.”
Sicon begins to sit up “Oh, fuck you.” he whispers in the chill of the night and it sends a shiver down Zedd’s spine. He thinks for a while. Even consider it. A playful smirk appearing on his lips.
“Gladly.” his breathe hitches as he pushes Sicon off him with a strike to his stomach.
It surprises Sicon because it had never gotten this bad with Zedd, where he could honestly say he might be dead if he wasn't more careful. He realizes Zedd must have been taking it easy on him all this time. That this time, he has something ugly and strong making him do all this. He tries to send a calming thought he's always conveyed but this time nothing breaks through Zedd. His eyes are as angry as wrathful thunder.
Sicon flees.
He’s in the library on a Sunay afternoon, in the literature section sitting cross-legged on the floor, nose buried in a thick book. He doesn’t notice it when he walks in, too busy deciphering literary into something he can fathom.
“Fuck. Why do you have to be everywhere I go?”
“Oh I am sorry, this is a public library. Last time I checked a Malik did not own this place. After all, all the Maliks I know have a tendency to like only shiny and flashy things. So, what are you doing here?” And this, by record-keeping was the longest thing Louis had ever said to him.
Zayn stares at him incredulously before snapping out of it. “Guess I must've forgotten how annoying you really are.” he sneers at him, something in his brown eyes shows how sad he actually is. He sits down next to him, not too close though. He couldn’t afford being close to someone he supposedly hated. None of them actually acknowledging what happened the other time or how good it felt. It’s a few minutes before he speaks again. “What are you reading?”
“The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle“
A smile plays on Zayn’s face and his eyes meet Louis as he starts excitedly “Why the fuck won’t this chemically imbalanced 16 year old girl leave me alone? Is she sick or something? Wait, I kinda like her!” he erupts into laughter when he sees the look on Louis’s face. “Jeez, Tomlinson. close your mouth, it’s really an unattractive look for you.”
Louis shakes his head and looks down at his book, heart rushing to his cheeks. “I just. I didn’t take you for someone who knew a thing about Japanese Literature.”
Zayn scowls before snatching the book from Louis’s hands, skipping through the pages like he actually was too familiar with them. He pushes the book back into Louis’s hand and lets him read one of his favorite lines. Zayn himself can feel the heat radiating out of his body, because he has never before shared something he truly enjoyed with someone.
Louis decides it's now or never, so he lets his mind drift into Zayn's but he feels a strong blow knocking him down. It feels like when Zedd blew a strike at Scion, himself. Except he's still sitting up right, and it all has been a mental image. When he catches the look on Zayn's eyes his eyes widen up. This wasn't what he has excepted, no, not really.
"How did you do that?" Louis asks.
Zayn's eyebrows knot in confusion. "Do what? Were you just in my head?"
"Don't be ridiculous." Louis says and his voice quivers in disbelief. "Zayn, are you..?"
"Oh, no fucking way." Zayn's voice breaks and if Louis didn't know better he'd think he was crying but the tanned boy pushes himself off the floor before the brunette could say anything and darts out of the library.
"Zayn! Wait!" Louis hisses after him, but Zayn's unbelievably fast much like Zedd is. Too fast for him. Except he doesn't give up and catches up to Zayn on the side of a street, pushing him against a wall forcefully. "Zayn!"
"What do you want?" Zayn yells in fury and it reminds Louis just how angry Zedd had been that night. Something in Zayn's eyes soften, then it's that icy look again. "Why are you doing this?! Why do you care about fixing everyone's problems when you clearly have a shitload of your own?! Why do you care what happens to the Malik industries if you hated them so much?"
"I don't expect you to understand, Zayn. You have no sense of duty or loyalty." he spat, because how could he mask emotions like that? He was Zedd. Zedd was Zayn. Zedd whom he've hated and troubled himself with. Zedd who did everything to bring down Malik Industries (apparently, his own father's). Louis would understand, because he -as Zayn had put- had a shitload of problems himself.
"You're wrong." Zayn's lip curve upwards. "Don't think I don't understand loyalty just because I've got no one left to be loyal to."
Something furious and ugly grows in his stomach, he is so mad with Zayn. He has him, he'll always be there for him if he asked. He's almost have already. They're the same person. They have the same haunting emptiness in them. He'd learn to get him.
"You have me!" he shouts at the top of his lungs. "I've practically been cleaning up all your messes already so far! There's a right way of doing things, Zayn! Haven't you ever thought there's a reason you were born with those powers?" He turns to look more softly at him now. "There's so much more to you than you know, not just loneliness and anger. There's good in you too, and you can use all that. You have a power that no one can match." He looks pleadingly at those brown eyes. "Zayn, please."
"Things don't just work like that, Louis. We haven't done anything but hate each other for the past years we've known each other. Why would it all change now?"
"Because," Louis hesitates. "I am finally able to understand you. I was hoping you'd help me understand me?" The small hesitant smile makes something in Zayn's inside twist, he looks down at the ground, their feet touching and he nods shakily.
"Okay," he nods one more time for emphasis. "Okay, okay, can I like kiss you right now, seal the deal?" Louis raises an eyebrow, because really? Zayn have done more than kiss him and he wasn't this adorable about it either.
He takes Louis's smile as in invitation for him to lean in to him, pressing his lips against Louis's own. It was relieving and genuine and Louis didn't miss the soft Thank You Zayn sent.