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You Holy Fool

Author: chasingxrabbits Rating: NC-17 Words: 74,762 Pairing: Liam/Zayn (side Louis/Harry) Warnings: Loss of innocence, loss of virginity, religious undertones, supernatural AU.

Liam is a good kid, on the right path until he finds something wicked making a home in his church.

*!!!None of these photos are mine!!!*

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"I think it’s the day Niall arrived in my life that made me think my life has changed forever."

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RULE 1 OF TUMBLR: Must reblog the creator every time he appears on your dash.

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but why are people talking about bieber getting arrested when ed sheeran saved a kitten from being put down 

then he posted this on instagram 

and he made a twitter for graham the cat

graham posted a photo too

in conclusion ed sheeran is great and graham is one lucky kitten

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anyone please ask your crush out like this

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Is it possible to overdose on adorable baby animal GIFs?

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A Mistake - Chapter 2

Louis managed to unlock the door and stumbled in, leaning back against the now closed door, taking a deep breath; gathering the balance needed to take off his shoes. Bending down, he stumbled slightly before finally achieving the task of taking off the shoes. He gave a soft crow of victory at the achievement. Slowly he walked forward, planning on heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. However he was stopped in his tracks when he walked by the doorway on his left. The tall figure of his boyfriend was sitting in the chair, facing him. His right leg was crossed onto his left knee, a clear glass clutched in his long, slender fingers. His full pink lips were set in a firm frown, the dimples Louis loved were no where to be seen. No matter how intimidating his posture may be, it was his eyes that frightened Louis the most. And currently, they were narrowed, the brilliant emerald green hidden by blown out onyx pupils. Louis felt himself gulp and his hands began to shake slightly, involuntarily.

“Have a good time, Louis?” Harry’s calm, icy voice pierced the silence. Louis’ mouth felt dry to where he couldn’t verbally answer. So instead he simply nodded his head.

“That’s good. Hope you enjoyed it, because it’s the last time you’ll be going out for a while.” Harry stated simply as if talking about the weather. Louis felt astonished but that quickly bubbled to anger.

“No it’s not! You don’t control me Harry! I decide when and where I go, not you.” Louis said, his voice slightly raised, glaring fiercely at his boyfriend. The younger boy quickly stood up, his hands clenched at his sides, his jaw tensed, glaring right back at the shorter boy.

“Don’t push me, Louis. I’ve not had a good night.” Harry bit out, his voice strained. Louis rolled his eyes, knowing how much it irritated Harry.

“Of course you haven’t had a good night. It’s just like every other. You never have a good one anymore! And frankly I’m tired of you bossing me around along with you always being in such a shitty mood!” Louis shouted, his stance matching the taller boy’s. As soon as he finished his rant, he saw the mood shift in Harry. No longer was he attempting to hide his rage, now it was shown blatantly on his face.

“You’re tired of me being in a shitty mood? Well, Louis, I’m fucking tired of your clingy ass needs! Sometimes when I come home, I just want to be left alone! But, no, you have to make sure that you get your fill. You ignore what I say just so you can get what you want. And when I don’t fufill your fucking needs, you go running off right into the arms of Liam. Tell me Lou, you fucking him behind my back?” Harry shouted, storming forward, his face red. Louis scampered back, attempting to keep distance between him and his raging boyfriend; but to no avail when his back made contact with the wall and Harry continued storming forward.

“W-what are you e-even talking about?” Louis whimpered out, feeling his earlier anger freeze into fear, never before having seen Harry like this. Harry let out a near inhuman sound, slamming his hands on either side of Louis’ head.

“Don’t try and play coy, Louis. You’ve been fucking around with Liam while I’m busy, haven’t you? HAVEN’T YOU!” Harry screamed, the veins in his neck popping out, his face growing even darker. Louis whimpered pathetically, attempting to disappear into the wall.

“N-no Harry! I’m with you! I would n-never cheat on you!” Louis stuttered out, turning his face away from Harry, looking down to the side. Almost immediately Harry’s large hand gripped his chin on either side in a bruising grip, forcing Louis to look into his seething gaze.

“Liar! The media calls me a whore when the truth is, is that it’s you! You’re nothing more than a fucking slut.” Harry spat, tightening his grip on Louis when he tried to look away. Louis’ blue eyes began to water.

“That’s not true Harry! And you know it!” Louis argued pathetically, only causing Harry to chuckle humorlessly.

“And I bet, Liam’s absolutely gagging for it. Isn’t he? Absolutely loves that you’re a slut, willing to put out for him. Why don’t we call Zayn and Niall, see if they wanna fuck you too?” Harry mocked, ignoring Louis’ protests. Louis felt a short burst of anger flame through his fear at Harry’s words, giving him a few moments of confidence.

“Knock it of Harry! I’m not a slut! I’ve only been with you! No one else! Stop being such a dick!” Louis shouted attempting to shove Harry off of him, almost immediately regretting his short burst of confidence when he felt Harry freeze.

“You think I’m being a dick? You think this is me being a dick? Well, sweetheart, I’ll show you what a dick really is like.” Harry growled out, backing up slightly, releasing Louis’ face. For a second, Louis felt relieved thinking Harry was done only to feel his hopes come crashing down at Harry’s next action. Louis was numb for a moment, not accepting what Harry just did. But, he was forced to accept it when he felt white hot pain bloom in his cheek.

“That, sweetheart is what a dick does. And have I ever hit you before? No.” Harry stated calmly, as if attempting to form some sort of reasoning. Louis didn’t hear his words, simply focused on raising a hand to his fiery hot cheek, shock resonating through him.

“You....you hit me...” Louis’ soft voice said, barely above a whisper. The words were heavy on his tongue, as if he still couldn’t believe it.

“Well, yeah. But you deserved it Louis. There are much worse things I could do. Things that a dick would do, and I’m not one. I had to show you that I’m not one.” Harry stated matter of factly, shrugging his shoulders. Louis’ felt tears stream down his face, not that he could stop them. At this moment, he felt his resolve thicken. This was the absolute last straw. He was done; done with the way Harry had been treating him. He was done with Harry being a controlling asshole all of the time. He was done with being ignored all the time when all he wanted to do was simply cuddle with his boyfriend. He was done with this new Harry.

“I’m done.” Those two simple words slipped out of Louis’ mouth and almost immediately he felt like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders.

#louis tomlinson #harry styles #liam payne #aggressive!Harry #larry stylinson #lilo

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A Mistake - Chapter 1

A mistake; that’s all it was, was a terrible, stupid, reckless mistake. It’s not like he meant it! He was just frustrated; stressed out by all the pressure that was being pushed on him. The pressure from the new album coming out, paps continuing to call him a man-whore, management putting him under ridiculous hours for recording and put a boyfriend who needed constant attention ontop of all of that; then yeah, Harry was quite stressed. All he wanted to do when he finally got home from being at the studio all day, was have a quiet dinner, perhaps watch some telly and then go to bed with his loving boyfriend curled up to his side. Apparently the universe did not want to gift Harry with that luxury. Instead, when he arrived home, he was greeted to an silent, empty house. He wandered into the kitchen where a note was stuck onto the fridge.

Hazza,

Going out with Liam for a bit. Be back sometime tonight, not sure what time. Don’t wait up!

Love you, Lou

Harry felt his eye twitch in irritation. Louis had been going out with Liam quite often lately, and it didn’t please Harry, not...one...bit... Louis was Harry’s boyfriend! He was meant to be there when he got home from work, greeting him at the door with a kiss and a sweet smile! Not out with one of their friends that Harry felt showed too much interest in his Lou! Liam touched Louis too much in Harry’s understanding; and it was unnecessary too. For example, there was no need for Liam to wrap his arm around Louis’ shoulders, or to play with Louis’ fringe when it wasn’t cooperating. Those were only a couple of things that made Harry’s green monster surface. However, the one thing that made Harry’s blood simply boil with rage, was when Liam would slap Louis’ ass; and the Wolverhampton boy seemed to have an obsession with it recently on stage, as it was happening a lot. Because of this, more than once, Louis had complained Harry would be too rough with him once Liam was gone.

So, needless to say, once Harry read Louis’ little note and the words fully sank in, he felt pure unadulterated rage burst through his veins. It literally felt like it was scorching his body and he felt his face become flushed. All he could see was red as his eyes once again focused on the few words on the paper. He was quick to rip it to pieces, as small as he could, feeling some of the pent up anger break away as he did so; it wasn’t a significant amount, but it was enough to take the edge off. So, he grabbed himself a glass, poured some hard liquor into it, and meandered his way into the living room, where he could hear the front door open when it did. Sitting in the chair that faced the doorway so he was the first thing his boyfriend could see when he walked passed the doorway. With that, he took a sip of his drink, settling down for the wait.

Louis stumbled up to the front door of his house, turning around to wave exaggeratedly to Liam who was still parked in the driveway, waiting for Louis to safely get in his house. Liam had called Louis up earlier that day, asking if the older boy wanted to hang out for a bit. Immediately Louis agreed, not only wanting to spend time with one of his closest friends, but also to get away from the house. Now, don’t get him wrong, Louis did love Harry, very much so; but lately, well not so lately it had been for a long while, Harry just wasn’t the same Harry Louis had fallen in love with. This Harry had changed and Louis would be lying if he said he didn’t mind it. Then, on top of it all, Harry seemed to get more.........possessive of him. Now, Louis loved being reminded who he belonged to just as much as the next guy, but Harry took it to a whole new level. He had gone so far as to monitor who Louis talked to on his phone by watching the phone bill. On top of that, Harry demanded for Louis to keep his phone off and in the drawer by Harry’s side of the bed while Harry was home. And Louis went along with all of it, because he loved Harry and frankly, after being with the boy for so long, he didn’t know what he would do without him. It was always HarryandLouis, LouisandHarry; and Louis was terrified if it suddenly just...wasn’t that anymore.

Liam seemed to catch the drift that Louis’ home life was getting quite stressful lately. So, Liam offered to get him away for a little while and Louis practically jumped at the offer. Throughout their entire outing, Louis had for the most part successfully dodged any questions Liam threw at him, but towards the end of the night, when Louis had downed a good couple of drinks, the dams burst forth and he spilled everything to Liam. And the brown-eyed boy took it in stride, just like he did everything; simply sitting there, holding the shaking boy close and stroking his hair. When he finally calmed Louis down, he assured the boy that he was only a call away if he needed him. And when Liam had to drop Louis back off at his home, he was less than pleased to do so. And to quell some of the worry in the pit of his stomach, he made sure Louis got to his door safely even if he couldn’t protect him from whatever lay inside.

#louis tomlinson #harry styles #liam payne #aggressive!Harry #larry stylinson #lilo

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I Gave You All of Me and Then You Left - Chapter 1

The deep bass rumbled through his body, setting a rhythm that his hips swung to. His slender hand slowly slid up the golden skin of his side, caressing the soft skin. His caramel brown fringe fell in front of his glassy, cerulean blue eyes. His mind was held no coherent thoughts, only able to concentrate on nothing but the music.

“Lou! You whore! The club doesn’t open for another hour. What’re you doing?” A voice shouted over the music, breaking the blue eyed boy out of his trance. Looking down at his black haired friend, Louis shrugged, gesturing for the DJ to stop the music.

“Just getting ready Zayn.” He said, gracefully hopping off the stage. He stood in front of his taller friend as his eyes scanned Louis’ scantily clad body. “Damn Lou. Pulling out all the stops tonight, are ya?” Zayn whistled, taking in the metallic gold, cheekies Louis had on. Louis grinned and gave a little spin. “What can I say? I plan on getting some big tippers tonight.” He winked, setting a hand on his hip. Zayn raised an eyebrow in question. “What do you mean big tippers?”

“You haven’t heard Zaynie?! Some kind of boy band is in town and I guess plan on hitting up the clubs tonight. Now, when I hear band, I see big dollar signs if you know what I mean, babe.” Louis wiggled his eyebrows, bumping Zayn with his hip. Zayn just rolled his eyes.

“You’re insufferable.” Zayn groaned, beginning to walk away. Louis just squealed and jumped on his back. “And yet you live in the same flat with me!” Louis crowed, wrapping his dainty arms loosely around his friend’s neck, along with his shapely thighs around the slender boy’s hips. Zayn grunted and hooked his hands under Louis’ legs. “Unfortunately.” Zayn grumbled, continuing to walk backstage. Louis gasped and squeezed his legs tighter around his friend.

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A few hours later, the club was in full swing; the bass was pumping, the lights were swirling, people were on the dance floor grinding and there were some opening acts already on the poles. Zayn and Louis were back in their own lounge room, relaxing and occasionally stretching.

“Hey Lou, did you ever find out who that band is, that is coming?” Zayn asked, looking over at his friend curiously. The boy in question just shrugged.

“No, never got around to it. Don’t particularly care honestly. The club’s packed more than usual, meaning more money.” Louis stated, checking out his hair in the mirror, pouting slightly when he noticed that it was really working in his favor.

“True, true.” Zayn agreed, watching his friend amusedly.

“Zayn! My hair’s not working!” Louis complained after spending a couple of minutes trying to fix it. Zayn chuckled, calling him over. Louis immediately sat between the dark haired man’s legs on the floor. Zayn quickly went to work, twisting Louis’ hair, this way and that. Soon enough, his hair was done and Louis bounded over to the mirror excitedly. Admiring Zayn’s work, he quickly jumped onto the man and wrapped around him like an octopus.

“Thank you Zayn! It look lovely.” Louis crowed, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Zayn’s neck, causing the man to laugh and try to pull away. Louis, however, didn’t relent, simply clinging onto Zayn tighter.

“Thanks, Lou. Now c’mon! We’ve gotta go or else I won’t make it on the poles in time.” Zayn said, standing up quickly causing the cinnamon haired boy to fall to the floor on his bum.

“Hey! You’re damaging precious merchandise here!” Louis shouted, standing up and gently rubbing his bum. Zayn simply rolled his eyes.

“Oh, hush up, Lou. You’re perfectly fine. Let’s go.” Zayn said, grabbing Louis’ wrist and tugging him out the door.

#louis tomlinson #harry styles #zayn malik #liam payne #niall horan #normal!louis #normal!zayn #famous!harry #famous!liam #famous!niall

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A Prince and His Omega - Chapter 2

A bead of sweat slowly dragged down light caramel skin, leaving a track of moisture in its path. A large, slightly calloused hand reached up and brushed the sweat off his forehead. Chocolate brown eyes squinted as the sun beat down on him mercilessly.

“I don’t understand why it has to be so bloody hot this early in June.” A deep voice rumbled beside him. Dark brown eyes turned and focused on the tall, lanky boy beside him.

“Because it’s summer Harry.” The boy in question just huffed at his friend’s answer, ignoring him and continuing to guide the horse towards the large gates. “That’s still not a good enough excuse, Liam.” Harry pouted, glancing back at the cart they trailed behind them, making sure it was still there. Liam simply rolled his eyes, watching as the royal guards approached them. Harry brought the horse to a halt.

“State your name and reason for being here, sir.” A guard next to him ordered. Liam felt himself involuntarily answer, the stern voice of the alpha leaving him no choice.

“Liam Payne and Harry Styles, sir. We’re here with the order of horse feed.” Liam said, gesturing back towards their cart. The guard grunted, going back and checking the cart. After a few moments he came back from behind and nodded towards the other guards.

“They’re clear. Let them through.” The man ordered, gesturing towards the gates, nodding at Liam and Harry. The boys made quick work of getting through the intimidating gates. “No matter how many times we do this run, I still get nervous when they do that.” Harry said, frowning slightly. Liam just shrugged and guided the horse down to the stables. As soon as the cart was stopped in front, a couple stable hands came out to help them unload the feed. Liam had just hoisted a bag over his shoulder and took it inside the stable when he bumped into a figure. The man before him, was of similar age and also a little taller than him. His inky black hair fell softly across his forehead. Liam felt himself melt inside a little at the man’s burning ocher eyes. It took a few moments before the face actually registered into Liam’s mind. He felt fear strike him as he realized who it was. “Oh! Prince Zayn! I apologize for running into you. I should’ve been watching were I was going.” Liam felt his cheek grow hot, looking down at the ground to avoid the Prince’s intense, piercing stare. “It’s fine. I should’ve been watching as well.” Zayn hummed, looking down at the handsome boy in front of him. Scenting the air, he internally growled at the boy’s sweet omega scent. The scent only intensified when the boy let out a puff of air, swirling around Zayn’s head. “Your name, love.” Zayn said, a commanding tone slipping involuntarily into his voice. Liam felt himself shiver at the Prince’s voice.

“Liam Payne, Prince Zayn.” Liam mumbled, continuing to look at his shoes. Zayn felt a spark of irritation in his chest.

“Look me in the eye and speak up.” He snapped lightly, wanting to see the brunette’s melting chocolate eyes once again. Liam immediately looked up at the Prince.

“My name is Liam Payne, sir.” Liam spoke clearly, attempting to fight the blush that was blossoming on his cheeks. Zayn smirked slightly.

“Interesting name. I like it, love. And please, call me Zayn.” Zayn said, feeling pleased as he watched red creep across the boy’s cheeks. Then a look of shock settled on his face.

“Oh, um. I can’t do that, sir.” Liam stuttered out, fighting to remain looking up at Zayn; not wanting to upset the Prince.

“Oh, and why’s that?” Zayn asked, a slight mocking tone set in his voice. Liam felt his cheeks get warmer.

“Well, because you’re a Prince, sir. And an alpha.” Liam ended up mumbling once again. Zayn sighed before stepping closer.

“I insist, Liam.” Zayn whispered, locking his gaze with the brown orbs. Liam reluctantly nodded.

“Liam! It’s time to go! We’ve got other orders to deliver. Oh! Prince Zayn!” Harry had begun shouting but realizing who Liam’s company was, was quick to give a short bow; before standing up and shooting Liam an irritated glance.

“Um. I..I have to go.” Liam muttered, gesturing towards Harry who had climbed into the cart seats.

“Of course. I will let you go.” Zayn said, stepping back and nodding towards the entryway. Liam turned and was walking towards the exit.

“It was lovely meeting you Liam. I expect us seeing each other quite soon.” Zayn said, causing the omega to freeze, before looking over at the Prince and nodding. He turned and quickly got into the cart beside his beta friend. As they were exciting the grounds and passed the gates, Harry turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

“What was that?” The curly haired boy questioned. Liam looked at him with a shrug.

“I don’t even know.” He replied but the queazy feeling in his stomach told him otherwise

#zayn malik #liam payne #alpha!zayn #omega!Liam #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha/omega #niall horan #louis tomlinson #harry styles #royalty!AU #Prince!Zayn #Peasant!Liam #Alpha!Harry #Omega!Louis

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A Prince and His Omega- Chapter 1

Mated. Bonded to an omega. This was what his life was going to become. His father’s voice was nothing but a low buzz in the back of his mind as his thoughts raged on. He would have to bond with an omega, and soon.

“Zayn!” The sharpness in his father’s voice finally broke into him. The young alpha peered over at his father that sat at the head of the table. The onlookers surrounding the table also followed his gaze.

“Did you hear what I said, son?” The older man asked, staring down at his son. The boy nodded partially, looking down at the grainy oak of the table.

“Then you understand the severity of it. You must be mated to an omega by your eighteenth birthday or else you will not be able to take the crown. And all these years of training will have gone to waste.” The king muttered at the end, shaking his head disdainfully. The boy’s ocher eyes snapped back to the king, seeming to harden with determination.

“There will be no problem father, that I promise you.” The young alpha snapped out, glaring at his father. The king stared back at his son before nodding.

“You have six months to find an omega.” The king said before moving on to other matters. Zayn internally rolled his eyes, like he didn’t know how long he had. Of course he knew when his birthday was. The more that Zayn thought about it, the smaller amount of time six months actually was. He would have to find the perfect life partner in a matter of months and be bonded by the sixth. He didn’t want to get just any old omega off the streets down in the market; no, he wanted to find the omega that was specifically made for him. And to do that in under six months, was going to be damn near impossible. “Zayn. Are you alright?” The soft voice of his mother broke his thoughts. He mentally shook his head and took in the empty room around him. His mother stood beside his chair, a delicate hand set on his shoulder. Her dark brown eyes glittering in concern.

“Yea, Mum. I’m fine. Just thinking.” He mumbled, standing up. A sad smile curled her lips.

“Everything’ll work out, love. It always does.” She reassures, patting his cheek before moving to exit the room. He sighed as he followed her out, hoping his mother was right.

#liam payne #zayn malik #omega!liam #alpha!Zayn #niall horan #harry styles #louis tomlinson #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha/omega #royalty!AU #Prince!Zayn #Peasant!Liam #Alpha!Harry #Omega!Louis

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Feral Instincts- Chapter 2- Complete

A slow sounding knock on the front door broke Harry out of his thoughts. He bounced up, the ears on his head turned towards the sound. He was able to hear a faint whimpering noise behind the door. Cautiously approaching the wooden object, Harry was confused. It couldn’t have been Louis, since he had a key to get in. As Harry stood close to the door, he inhaled, scenting the air. As soon as the heavenly scent of Louis tarnished by the tangy scent of blood, entered Harry’s senses, he ripped open the door. On his knees before Harry, sat Louis; a very damaged Louis. Blood poured out of the tanned boy’s nose, as well as a few splits in his lip and a cut on his cheekbone and eyebrow. His right eye was starting to swell and turn black. Dark bruises littered his his cheeks and laced his neck. Inside himself, Harry felt something snap and suddenly any straight thoughts abandoned his mind. All he could possibly think about was Louis. Louis felt exhausted as he finally managed to get to his apartment door. He wasn’t in too much pain, but he was sore as well as mentally, physically and emotionally tired. Getting jumped wasn’t a very pleasant experience. He was quite rattled and couldn’t wait to finally get into his home. He leaned heavily against the door, slowly sliding a shaking hand into his pocket and struggling to find his keys. Coming up with nothing, he sighed in irritation before slowly pounding on the door. It sounded like the knocking from a scary movie; slow and far inbetween but loud and solid. It took longer than he would’ve thought for Harry to open the door, but alas he finally did. In the time it took to wait for the door to open, Louis had slowly sunk to his scratched knees; his previously injured one was throbbing with the exertion he had used to get away. When the door was finally open, he looked up at his kitten, finding him to be slowly scanning his injured features. His bright green eyes lingered over every injury that was visible. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of Louis’ blood. Louis frowned as he watched Harry’s eyes grow darker, nearing a forest green.

“Harry?” Louis asked, his voice wrecked, barley able to speak anything above a whisper. His throat strained to make any noise at all and was so sore. Louis received no word response but was shocked when a low growl began to rumble from Harry’s chest. It would have froze a person in their place had it been anyone there but Louis. Louis’ frown deepened even more, confused at his hybrid’s actions. “Hazza?” Louis’ voice squeaked out. His voice must have snapped Harry out of the slight stupor he was in. Harry was quick to carefully scoop his boyfriend off of the floor, storming towards the bedroom after slamming the door shut with his foot. All the while, the low rumble was still tumbling from his chest, loud and fierce. Despite Harry’s careful motions, Louis still hissed in pain as he was shifted wrong. Harry had one arm gingerly hooked under his knees and the other under his back. Louis watched as Harry entered the bedroom and set him down on the bed before walking off into the closet. Figuring Harry would eventually come join him on the bed, Louis laid back and closed his eyes; the fight being too hard to continue. It was easy to ignore the rambling around Harry was doing in the closet and Louis was just beginning to drift off to sleep. As he began to fall asleep, he was suddenly awoken by Harry lifting him once again into his strong arms. Louis’ eyes shot open in fear for a moment before he relaxed and remembered where he was. Then, he became confused as Harry took him into the closet.

“Harry, what?” Louis began to ask and once again received no response. He looked around the smaller, cozy room and found in the corner, all of their clothes were in a circular pile with a little bit of a dip in the center. Harry quickly walked over to it and gently laid Louis in the middle. Louis attempted to sit up when Harry let him go but was soothed back down by Harry’s hand on his chest, gently coaxing him back. Louis let his kitten lay him back down, too tired to put up a fight. He felt a twinge of amusement as Harry climbed into the little nest he had made. He curled around Louis, the low growl turning softer, into a purr as he gently ran his hand over Louis’ skin. He leaned forward and gently bumped Louis’ cheek with his nose, minding the bruise. Louis attempted to scoot closer to Harry, but ended up whimpering as he moved his knee the wrong way. Harry’s answering whine was heartwarming; the hybrid moved himself closer to Louis, soothing a hand down his chest. Louis began to feel himself falling asleep when he felt Harry shift once again. The boy had leaned over Louis, his face directly above Louis’. His dark green almost black eyes, were focused on the bleeding cuts on his face, an unconscious frown on his lips. He leaned forward and gently began to run his tongue over the wounds. Louis shivered and attempted to pull away but Harry let loose a soft whine, urging him to stay still as he gently grasped Louis’ hips to keep him in place. As disgusting as it was, Louis felt sort of content with being cared for. Once Harry deemed his mate clean enough, he pulled away and then laid back down before curling closely around him. Harry’s tail gently wrapped itself around Louis’ middle, the tip rubbling up and down his side. A soft sigh escaped Louis as he once again began drifting off. It was quite easy to fall asleep with Harry wrapped around him, a soft purring sound vibrating from said hybrid’s chest.

When Louis awoke what felt like eons later, he woke up alone. In his delirious state, he began to panic, not recognizing where he was. The door to the room was shut but as soon as his heart rate began to rise, the door quickly open. His kitten stepped through, a comforting purr already resonating from his chest and his darkly colored eyes scanning the small room for a threat. Sensing none, the hybrid quickly approached his mate, dropping to his knees to run his fingers through Louis’ fringe. The past events quickly caught up with Louis and he relaxed as he remembered that he was safe here with Harry taking care of him. A soft grumble sounded from Louis’ tummy. As soon as the noise ended, Harry was on his feet and moving towards the door, determined to get something. Louis began to sit up and stand but froze when he heard Harry’s sharp growl. Looking up at his hybrid, Louis found him standing in the open doorway, glaring at him. Louis took the ‘advice’ and laid back down, taking in Harry’s happy purr. In the next moment, the kitten disappeared but returned minutes later with a glass of milk and a banana. Before approaching the nest, he closed the door tightly behind him. Once again kneeling beside Louis’ laying form, Harry slipped a hand under his head and lifted it slightly, setting the slightly warm glass to Louis’ lips. Louis raised his hands, attempting to grip the glass as well but Harry once again gave a sharp growl, warning him not to. Louis quickly set his hands at his sides and allowed his hybrid control, something that was quite normal. Once Harry was satisfied with how much Louis had to drink, he pulled the glass away and then peeled the banana. He tore a small piece off and then nudged the piece to Louis’ lips, urging him to eat it. Louis quickly ate Harry’s continually offered banana, only refusing once or twice and making Harry eat a few pieces. Once the entire fruit was gone, Harry once again made Louis drink some more milk before he curled up in the nest with his mate. Similar to the night before, Harry curled around Louis as did his tail. Louis felt warmth blossom in his chest as his hybrid’s actions. He was content with letting Harry take care of him for now. He felt safe and loved, something Harry never failed to achieve. As Harry’s tail gently caressed his side, Louis felt the warmth in his chest intensify as well as a wave of exhaustion hit. Sighing, he snuggled down into the clothes that were making their little nest.

“Love you, Hazza.” Louis murmured, his hand gently clasping onto the hybrid’s much larger one. He felt Harry gently squeeze his smaller hand. Expecting no response, Louis quickly let himself drift off to sleep. Just as he was at the place of no return, he heard a gravelly rumble.

“Love you, Lou.” Harry mumbled, running a thumb down the back of Louis’ hand.

#louis tomlinson #human!louis #harry styles #hybrid!harry #protective!Harry #larry stylinson

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Feral Instincts- Chapter 1

Harry was alone when he woke up, something he was extremely displeased about. He sat up in the large, cold bed with a yawn escaping his lips. The fuzzy, dark brown ear at the top of his head twitched in annoyance as he took in his surroundings. His boyfriend’s jacket and shoes weren’t near the closet, indicating that he wasn’t home. Harry simply sighed and flung the blankets off of his legs and maneuvered to the side of the bed. As his feet hit the frigid ground, a hiss slid through his lips and his fluffy, dark brown tail wrapped itself around his waist in an attempt for warmth. He was quick to grab a spare blanket that was at the foot of the bed, and wrap it around his boxer-clad self. He hummed in content as he felt a comforting heat creep through him. Just as he was about to turn and leave the room, a flash of white that stood out on the pillow, caught his eye. Stretching across the bed to get the note on the opposite side, he snatched the piece of paper between his fingers and then laid on his stomach as he proceeded to examine the paper.

Harry,

Ran out to pick some things up for supper. You looked so peaceful sleeping, I couldn’t bare to wake you. Hope you’re ready to cook some pasta when I get home!

Best boyfriend in the world, Louis

Harry rolled his eyes as he huffed a laugh at Louis’ antics. Grumbling to himself, he shimmied off the bed and took a peek out the window. Noticing the sky was black with tiny stars dotting the sky and the moon high in the sky, he frowned. It seemed awfully strange for Louis to be out so late, but Harry just shrugged it off and slipped on a pair of sweatpants. He made his way into the kitchen, where he got himself a glass of warm milk. He attempted to heat it up but was unsuccessful in getting it the way Louis could make it. Continuing to grumble to himself, he flopped down onto the couch and flicked on the telly; only to find that nothing worth watching was on. So far, nothing was going quite right after his little ‘cat’ nap. Settling back into the couch, laying his head back against the back, he slid his eyes closed and immersed himself in memories, to pass the time.

He remembered his time in the ‘pound’ before he was purchased by Louis. Harry was considered, then, one of the more dangerous hybrids. All the ‘salesmen’ were quick to inform potential buyers of Harry’s rough and aggressive past. Their stories quickly turned people off from buying him, despite his cute looks. The stories consisted of Harry fighting with other hybrids that challenged him, and even a fight with one of his previous owners. However, one of the biggest things that stopped people from buying him, was his status. There were two types of hybrids, submissives and dominants. Harry, of course, was a dominant. His status was nearly unheard of for his kitten breed, but he defied the odds. Little girls were the first ones to run to his cage and crow that they wanted him. Their fathers would follow closely behind and get information from the salesmen. Once the word ‘dominant’ slid passed the lips of the salemen, the father would be quick to guide his daughter away from the dangerous hybrid. No father wanted a potential threat in his house that could harm his daughter. So, Harry became used to the multitude of people approaching his cage, but then quickly avoiding him. Needless to say, the day that a petite, blue-eyed, caramel-haired boy crouched by his cage and stayed there for longer than five minutes, Harry was in shock. The boy stuck a finger through the bars of the cage, wiggling it towards the hybrid. The saleman’s voice rose in worry, fearing the hybrid would bite the boy. Harry stared into the boy’s blue, scenting the air curiously. He internally purred at the boy’s heavenly scent. Leaning forward, he bumped the boy’s finger with his nose, inhaling deeper, before rubbing his cheek along the digit.

“I’ll take him.” The boy’s slightly higher than normal voice chimed into the stunned air surrounding them.

“What?” The salesman chocked out. The boy sighed in annoyance.

“I said, I’ll take him.” The boy said slightly strained, as annoyance grated on his nerves.

“But, wouldn’t you prefer one of our more calm, nice hybrids? Perhaps a submissive instead? This one is quite aggressive, and know for rough behavior from previous owners. He is also a dominant. And, pardon me, sir, but you are quite small.” The salemans spluttered, attempting to act concerned. The boy turned his head and glared at the man.

“I do not have to explain myself to you. All you need to care about is that I’m paying a rather high price for him. Now, unlock his cage so I can take him home.” The boy barked out, causing the saleman to flinch and nod. The boy gently scratched Harry’s cheek before standing up and stepping away from the cage. The saleman made quick work of unlocking the cage, before cautiously opening the door. Harry’s ears were pinned to his head as he extended a hand towards the exit.

“C’mon, love. C’mon out, so we can head home.” The boy’s soothing voice breezed over Harry. He felt himself calm down, and was able to extract himself without much worry. Once out, Harry slowly stood, feeling the bones in his back crack and his knees creak. His dirty, loose clothes hung off of his tall, lean body. Finally standing, Harry was able to take in the petiteness that was his new owner. The boy’s head barely reached Harry’s shoulders. Harry felt himself hum happily as he noticed the boy’s attractiveness. Not only did he have a handsome face and gorgeously tanned skin, he also had a curvy little body with a little pouch on his tummy that Harry found adorable. The boy craned his neck and gave Harry a full tooth smile.

“Hello, love. I’m Louis.” The boy identified himself. Harry found himself tasting the name on his lips before he replied.

“Harry.” The hybrid mumbled out, as the salesman interrupted him.

“You only have to sign a few things after you pay and then you may be on your way.” The saleman assured, turning around and walking towards the office. Louis ignored the man, continuing to look up at Harry, a smile still plastered on his face.

“Well Harry, you’ll be coming home with me. If you like?” A questioning tone took to his words towards the end. Harry’s lips quirked up in a shadow of a smile. Harry gave a shallow nod, but the other seemed to understand, for he clapped his hands together.

“Okay then! Let’s finish up some paperwork and then we can be on our way!” Louis exclaimed happily, bouncing off towards the office. Harry followed quickly behind; and as he took in the shapely form of his new owner, he wasn’t all too displeased.

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Wreck Him- Chapter 1

Blissful peace was all that Louis knew as he floated in a state of unconsciousness. There were no thoughts, or pictures, or sounds. There was just silence and it was perfect. It was something he only got to experience at only this time, considering how boisterous and energetic his close friend seemed to be. Louis cherished these moments but also knew they didn’t last long. Which was proven to him as he was thrown from his peace by a heavy object landing on his torso. Groaning, he curled himself into a ball, squinting his eyes open to see what the offensive object was. Laying at his side, grinning deviously up at him, was a certain blonde haired kitten hybrid. A low growl sounded in his chest as Louis rolled over, facing away from his friend. “Lou! It’s time to get up! We have to get to school!” The blonde exclaimed, plastering himself to Louis’ back, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy’s middle. Louis groaned once again, burying his face in his pillow. He could feel his fluffy, dark brown and caramel swirled tail twitch in agitation and his dark brown ears lay flat against his scalp. Just as he was beginning to fall back into his blissful state, he felt something beginning to tickle the tip of his nose. Huffing irritatedly, he peeked his eyes open and noticed his friend’s white fluffy tail close to his face. As he was contemplating whether or not to bite the white appendage in front of him, he felt soft fingers gently stroking his ears. Almost instantly a soft purr resonated from his chest. “C’mon Lou Lou, you gotta get up or else we’ll be late. Liam’s gonna be here soon to pick us up.” His friend said in a soft voice. Sighing in defeat, Louis finally sat up, before standing and stretching his arms far above his head, his back arching and rising up onto his tip toes. Relaxing and dropping his hands down to his sides, he sighed happily. Turning around and facing the grinning blonde on his bed, he raised an eyebrow. “What, Niall?” Louis asked, his voice heavy with sleep. Niall just shook his head. “Your hair is funky.” Niall answered with a giggle that turned into a laugh as Louis squeaked and ran to the bathroom. Frowning at his reflection, he quickly began to run a damp comb through his hair, mindful of his ears. Once his fringe was fixed he sauntered back to his room, smiling at Niall curled up on his bed, phone tucked in his hands. Quickly getting dressed, he dragged Niall down to the kitchen where his mother was waiting with two glasses of warm milk resting on the counter. Pressing a kiss to her cheek, Louis immediately grabbed his glass, purring in content at his delicious beverage. Niall seemed content as well, as he lapped up his drink. Jay smiled at the two hybrids as she bid them luck as a car horn started honking outside. After grabbing their bookbags, the two boys ran out to Liam’s car. Louis hopped into the front while Niall grumbled about being in the back. Feeling more awake after his morning drink, Louis was in a much more chipper mood than before. “Morning Li!” He exclaimed, ears flicking excitedly. The boy in question grinned over at his hybrid friend. “Morning Lou. Morning, Niall!” The non-hybrid boy said, smiling through the mirror at the boy in back. Niall didn’t respond, simply continuing with grumbling in irritation. Louis turned in his seat, gripping onto the head rest as Liam began driving. “C’mon Ni! Don’t be so glum! You can sit up front tomorrow! Promise.” Louis said with a tone of finality at the end of his speech. Niall seemed to perk up a bit at this, looking into his friend’s greenish blue eyes and nodding. Soon after Niall was chatting happily from the back, his cheerful mood once again making it’s appearance. Liam never really got the chance to say his input, finding it much more amusing to listen to the two hybrids’ energetic conversations. Their conversations would quickly change topics and the boys never seemed to run out of air, saying everything in one breath. As soon as Liam parked his car, the two boys bounced out of it, linking their arms together while waiting for Liam to get out. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Liam exited his car, and walked beside the hybrids as they began to enter the school. Louis was quick to intertwine his tail with Niall’s as they walked into the school. The blonde let out a soft purr as he tightened his tail around his friend’s. Once they entered the school, Liam was quickly swept away by couple of his other friends, leaving the two hybrids to walk to their first class alone. Louis and Niall proceeded to their first class of the day, Math, ignoring the few strangle looks they got from the non-hybrid students. Those students just didn’t understand a hybrid’s need for affection. Sitting at a desk near the back, the boys talked quietly to each other, not really paying any attention as the teacher began to go over the syllabus for the class. Just as the teacher was about to launch into a speech about what he expects from the students, a tattoo covered hybrid sauntered into the room. His black hair was styled up into a sleek quiff, his sharply pointed, dark burnt auburn ears stood proudly atop his head. His lips seemed to be permanently set in a sneer. “Mr. Malik. Nice of you to finally join us.” The teacher said, shooting the boy a dirty look. The boy in question simply raised an eyebrow, his hazel eyes narrowing dangerously. His dark auburn tail, with a white tip, twitched in irritation as did his ears. “Please, take a seat.” The teacher mumbled, looking away from the hybrid. He just turned and stalked slowly to a seat in the back. Niall seemed to wake up at this point. “Lou! Lou! That’s Zayn! That’s the Zayn Malik.” Niall exclaimed, gripping Lou’s arm, shaking it vigorously. Louis laughed lightly at his friend’s antics. “I know, Ni.” He said, rolling his eyes. Niall finally stopped shaking his arm, simply glaring at him. “No, I don’t think you do. That’s THE Zayn fucking Malik!” Niall said forcefully, his nails digging into Louis’ soft skin, causing his to hiss lightly. Yanking his arm away, he nursed it against his chest. “I know! He’s the guy you’ve been wanting to fuck for ages now.” Louis grumbled, rubbing his throbbing arm gently. Niall spluttered in indignation, reeling back in his seat, his ears twitching wildly. “What?! No! I mean...That’s...what?!” Niall babbled flapping his arms around. Louis let out a soft giggle at his friend’s reaction. Niall finally just huffed and slouched into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. The rest of the class passed quickly, as did the day and suddenly, Louis found himself in his English class by himself, as Niall attended an Art class that Zayn coincidentally had as well. Louis was content with staying in the back of the class by himself, daydreaming. His tail was sat in his lap as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through the soft fur. His mindless dreaming was broken by the door to the classroom being pushed open. The teacher’s sentence was cut short and she turned towards the lanky figure standing in the doorway. He slowly sauntered in, his movements languid but calculated. His tall figure was fitted with tight, black clothing, setting off the pale cream color of his skin. A mass of dark brown curls sat on top of his head, the front just slightly slicked back to be off of his forehead. His hair nearly concealed the sharply pointed, dark ashy grey ears. His tail, a dark ashy grey as well, swung lazily behind him. A slight scowl was set upon his sculpted, light pink lips. “You must be the new student. What’s your name, love?” The teacher said, smiling softly. The hybrid looked at her, his eyebrow raised slightly. “Harry Styles.” The rough, baritone voice slid passed his sinful lips. A shiver ran up Louis’ spine but he refused to think anything of it. “Well, Mr. Styles, go ahead and sit anywhere you’d like. There’s no seating chart.” She said, Harry gave no indication that he heard her, simply turning and walking further into the class. He scanned the open seats, thinking about where he would sit. Suddenly, Louis found himself staring into those bright green eyes, that swirled dangerously, the depth seeming endless along with something dark swimming within those depths. Louis felt something in his gut twist, but he forcibly ignored it, quickly adverting his eyes.

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Waiting- Chapter 9

Stopping for ice cream was good. Louis felt some of his anxiety melt away. Now that he thinks about it, he’s probably gonna have to go get anxiety medicine if he kept feeling this way. Anyways, he was able to temporarily forget about his upcoming meeting as Harry succeeded in taking up Louis’ every thought as they ate. Louis listened intently as Harry enthralled him with stories of things all over the world. The sparkle in those emerald eyes seemed to shine that much brighter as he shared stories with Louis, and the omega was simple enraptured.

Harry couldn’t help but feel like this was right. There were no other words for what he was feeling honestly; just that it felt so right to be sitting there with Louis, who listened intently despite Harry’s slow way of talking and how long it took him to get to the point, Louis still sat there, his whole focus on the alpha. And Harry was hit with the sense of how perfect this all felt. How abso-fucking-lutely right this felt. He wanted to be able to share every story he could with Louis, the ones that already had happened and the many more to come. He wanted to be able to get lost in those mesmerizing blue eyes of his, every day. He wanted to be able to hold Louis every chance he got. He wanted so many things, but most of all, he wanted Louis to be his; be his omega. And Harry didn’t care how long it would take, he would wait forever if that’s how long it would take for Louis to be his omega. Damn whoever thought it was too soon for him to be feeling the way he did. He could tell when a good thing came along, and he was quick to catch it.

Louis once again felt nerves pinch in his stomach once they got back in the car, realizing now was the time he would be meeting some people who were very big parts in Harry’s life. Not at one point did he even think about, that he was going to be meeting and spending time with One Direction, biggest boyband in the world. No, the only thought was that he was meeting Harry’s best friends, brothers even, and these boys had a very big influence on Harry’s life. It was just like Harry meeting his mum all over again, except this time, HE was the one who had to do the charming. Which he was worried about. Harry was the charmer while Louis was the sarcastic little shit. Everyone knew that, so needless to say, Louis was a nervous wreck once they finally stopped in front of the hotel. Louis took a shuddering breath as he gazed up at the enormous structure. He then felt a giant hand engulf his own, looking over at Harry who gave him a soft smile, Louis gave him back a shaky smile. Harry then exited the car, rushing around to open Louis’. He held a hand out to help Louis out of the car, onto shaky legs.

“You alright, love?” Harry asked in concern as he noticed Louis state, his hand tightening around the smaller one when he nodded faintly. Harry tugged Louis closer to him, setting his other hand on Louis’ hip. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart. All the boys are gonna do, is ask a few questions, gorge themselves on room service and probably fall asleep within the first 30 minutes that we’re there. Calm down.” Harry released Louis’ hand, instead reaching up to gently stroke Louis’ soft cheek with his thumb.

Louis felt himself unconsciously relax at Harry’s soft command. He leaned into Harry’s gentle touch. He peeked up at Harry through his eyelashes, noticing the intense look on the alpha’s face. Harry then swooped down and caught Louis’ lips in a kiss. There was nothing searing, or rushed about this kiss. No, this kiss was filled reassurement and passion that it warmed Louis all the way to his core and made his toes curl. For a moment he thought he was gonna pull a Princess Diaries’ move and pop his foot up, but he didn’t. Everything just felt so perfect that it shook Louis deeply. He remembered everything he read about when someone met ‘the one.’ And honestly, none of that could ever compare to how this felt right now. He doesn’t even think he could ever describe this feeling to anyone else. All he could think of was just how perfectly right this was; and he never wanted it to end.

Too soon Harry pulled away, causing Louis to whine in protest, leaning forward. Harry simply chuckled, pressing a kiss to the omega’s forehead.

“C’mon, love. Let’s head up.” Harry said, grabbing Louis’ hand and beginning to drag him into the hotel. Louis said nothing, letting himself be lead as his mind was still slightly clouded from Harry’s enrapturing kiss. It seemed like seconds later, they were outside a door on some floor, the voices inside shouting loudly, along with raucous laughter. Louis felt his hands start to shake with nerves. Harry glanced down at him.

“It’ll be fine, love. I promise.” He stated softy, pressing a kiss to Louis’ forehead once again. Louis took a deep breath, nodding reluctantly, watching as Harry took his card out of his wallet and slid it into the door. The soft beep was loud in the silent hallway, as was the click as Harry turned the handle. The once loud voices in the room were quiet as the door slowly opened. Once the door was fully opened, the only noise that could be heard was Louis’ heavy breathing and, he could swear, his pounding heart.

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