1. You're Giving Me A Heart Attack
I didn’t mean to become a werewolf. It just happened. I am Harry Styles, international pop sensation, and I also happen to be a werewolf. It all happened when I met my one true love. He’s the rope to my anchor and the dagger to my rose. He is Louis Tomlinson.
5 years ago, I stumbled into that concert bathroom not suspecting a thing. The Script was blaring through the thin tiled walls and my head was beginning to spin. But that didn’t stop me from noticing the super hot guy that was washing his hands by the sink. I hadn’t come out as gay yet, but looking at this guy made me want to run out of that closet and never look back. So, nothing was stopping me from “accidentally” bumping into that guy.
“Oops.” I murmured, letting my shoulder brush his for much longer than needed.
“Hi.” he smirked, his blue orbs staring into mine. Our eyes locked for a second longer before I sauntered into the stall. There was no better place to meet a guy then a bathroom, right?
When I was done with my business, I moved to slide open the lock. If I was lucky that guy would still be there and we could do a bit more than just stare at each other, but a loud bang interrupted my sexual thoughts. I heard someone swear loudly before things got weird.
“Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Little Tomlinson.” A gruff voice growled. I tried to peer over the stall door but I couldn’t get a good view. My worn out converse from balling it up too hard weren’t exactly helping. I settled on squinting through the crack in between the door and wall, finally able to see what was going on.
“What are you mutts doing here?” That familiar sweet voice said not so sweetly. Blue Eyes aka Tomlinson didn’t seem very adorable now as he balled up his fists and glared at the mountains of guys that stood before him. Zayn always told me I had bad taste in guys, but Tomlinson seemed pretty messed up to be picking a fight with these people.
The man who rammed through the door moments ago smirked at Blue Eyes then suddenly began to change. His mean face became pinched and… dog-like? In only a few moments, the man had grown thick fur, sharp claws, and gleaming red eyes. What the hell was going on?
Blue Eyes acted fast, pulling a dagger from his belt, which I somehow hadn’t noticed when I was throwing myself at him. He quickly got into an attack position and was about to pounce when the door slammed open again, this time leaving a dent in the wall.
Another man walked in followed by two more half dogs.The guy leading them was a heavy set Mexican man who appeared to be completely unintimidating. Yet, Tomlinson looked surprised and I could see the fear in his eyes.
“Naughty Boy.” Blue Eyes snarled. Naughty Boy? What kind of name was that? Why would a powerful half dog follow someone like that loser? I attempted to push the questions out of my mind considering there were weirder things to be thinking about. Dog humans. Assassin with pretty eyes. Being locked in a bathroom.
“Ah, Louis Tomlinson. We meet again, at last.” Naughty Boy said smoothly. “I’ve been looking forward to our next chat. My wolves didn’t appreciate your last visit and I thought I would give them a treat.”
Louis Tomlinson. That was his name. I’d never heard it before but it sounded like music to my ears. I watched carefully as he raised his dagger, never taking his eyes off the enemy.
“How caring of you.” Louis spit. “Too bad your mutts can’t tell right from left.”
Naughty Boy glared at Louis but contained himself. “You ungrateful vampires. Why don’t you put down that knife and show us what you’re really made of. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen those fangs of yours.”
The dog-men growled in unison, their eyes glowing and hungry. Louis didn’t drop his dagger as the tension grew to a breaking point. With one flick of his wrist, Naughty Boy made the dogs attack.
Ok, this was way too weird. I didn’t know where the bravery came from but without hesitation I launched out of the stall and in front of Louis, using myself as a human shield. The dogs stopped in their tracks, barely concealing their surprise. Naughty Boy’s eyes widened a bit but that was all he gave me. Suddenly, I realized I probably shouldn’t have done that. Especially since I wasn’t an assassin or a dog-man. I was just Harry. Naughty Boy began to laugh and I wished I hadn’t gone to the bathroom at all.
“That was a bad idea.” I muttered, backing into the grimy stall door.
“No shit.” Louis whispered back, glaring at me. His jawline could cut through cement but that was besides the point.
Then, a lot of things happened at once. Naughty Boy’s henchmen pounced, their mouths foaming and eyes sparkling. I did all I could to stop from squealing in fear as I leaped back into the stall, avoiding their sharp claws. Louis didn’t waste time stabbing at the dogs, pulling their attention back on him. I tried to pull the stall door closed but a surprisingly strong hand grabbed my wrist before I could. I looked up to see Naughty Boy smiling evilly at me.
“Not so fast.” he chuckled, pulling me out of the stall.
One second I was nose to nose with Naughty Boy, the next I was under the weight of a huge wolf. The last thing I remember is the sharp pain of teeth on my shoulder and the thought that Louis “Blue Eyes” Tomlinson might not be safe.