A/N: First ever Zouis story, hope this works out!

~Hunter xx.

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He walked through the streets, he knew he was different. He knew that there wasn’t anyone like him in the world, he was the lone wolf (but not in a literal sense). He didn’t know what he was, both of his parents were killed in a freak accident and never knew their identities. He hasn’t presented his powers or abilities yet, but he’s aching to know just what he may be.

He put his hand into his pocket and took out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. He lit up one and continued on with his observing walk. He liked to do what people call, people watch. He wasn’t stalking people, he just wanted to observe what people were doing, maybe get an answer to his unknown identity.

He watched a girl turn right into a wolf before his eyes and he muttered, “That’s definitely not something I could do.”

He saw many types of people and things, but none of them were what he was. He just want to know what he was. He went into the pocket on the inside of his coat where he kept a picture and inspected it. It was a picture of his parents holding him as a newborn infant. He saw that the color of his fathers eyes were almost transparent, as if he was a sorcerer or something, but his mom he couldn’t tell. Someone scratched out her eyes, it was like no one wanted him to find out his true self. He can’t even look for their files because no one told him their names, and he was adopted and given the name of, Zayn Malik.

He inhaled the last bit of smoke of his cigarette and tossed it to the ground before he stepped on it. Once he looked up, he spotted a lad a bit shorter than him, staring at him intriguingly. Zayn raised his eyebrows before the stranger turned away and walked into the dark alley behind him. Zayn took this as a sign to follow him, so he did.

He carefully walked across the street and the stranger was propped up against the wall. As soon as he saw Zayn, he removed himself and walked over to him.

“You know, it’s kind of creepy having people stare at them,” Zayn spoke to him and he just chuckled in response.

“Not when that said person could know the truth.”

“What truth?”

“I know what you’re thinking, I may be crazy but I know things.” He tapped his head for emphasis.

“What would that be?”

“What?”

“What do you know?”

“Like for instance, your name, I like Zayn it suits you very well.”

“How’d?”

“How did I know that? Just like that I know that you don’t know who you are or what you are and that you’re parents were killed before you got to find out?” Zayn’s eyes went wide and the stranger just smiled, “See I know alot of things, but I really don’t know how though, to be honest.”

Zayn looked at him like he was crazy, “Who are you?”

“The name is Louis Tomlinson.”

“Wait, aren’t your parents like the head of the wolf pack?”

“That would be them!” He smiled brightly.

“But, why aren’t you with them?” Louis just shrugged and turned towards where the moon was shining high in the sky. 

“What are you?” Zayn asks, hoping for an honest reply.

Louis replied, turning his body slightly more towards him, "I'm only human."

Louis walks around Zayn and disappears into the night, leaving Zayn in the alley alone and confused.