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Louis pov.

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Flash back...

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I look down at the razor, wondering if I should really do it.

I had no friends, no one cared about me anyways. Not even my parents. They kicked me out of the house when I was 18, just because I was gay.

I have cut before, but only thighs, no one could see the scars their. They didn't last long, my advanced healing getting rid of them pretty quickly.

I put the razor up to my fore arm, and slice once and see why people do it. It seems as if my sadness was washing away. I cut twice more, but stop myself from going any higher.

I look into the mirror, and see how pale I am, how ugly I really was. Its why every photographer photoshoped my pictures.

I was never enough for them. Ever, there was always something wrong with me.

Me...

The word I hate the most.

Most people love that word, but I despise it, I look like a rat straight out of the streets. Who would like that?

Absolutly no one, and that's how many people cared about me.

Not even fans Would care if I died, so why not do it?

I shakily reach up to the sink mirror and pull it open, revealing my medications. I take out one of the strongest and start to pour most of the bottle in my hand.

Suddenly I hear a knock on my door and hear my butler say, " you have fifteen minutes till your photoshoot. I suggest you quit what your doing and get ready. Scars are not supposed to be upon a models body."

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I shake my head, remembering those dull days. They're not that different now, but I stopped cutting.

Being here with Harry has made me so happy, but so scared. I get scared when someone raises a hand at me, but I feel happy when Harry shows me any sign of affection. He makes me feel a way I haven't in years.

We walk down his hallway, and down the stairs. I take in a look of the place, and it seems as if he's rich.

We reach the front door, and he looks at me with mixed emotions that I couldn't decipher.

"When we go out there, people are going to give you wierd looks, but if they ask questions tell them that your my soul mate." he tells me.

I nod my head and I blush looking down at the ground, not wanting show my emotions threw my cheeks. He lifts his fingers towards my chin, and lifts my face to look at him.

"You don't have to do that. I think it's quite adrable when you blush." he tells me.

I blush at his kind words but don't look down, this time I stared right into his eyes. He stared into mine as I stared into his. They were piercing green eyes, mine basically glowing blue. His eyes were better though.

He takes his hand away from my chin and reached down to grab my hand. He lifts it towards His mouth and kisses it.

"Are you ready little one?" he asks me.

I nod my head excitdely, and he quickly opened his front door. All I saw was beautiful little houses here and there, and the whole place was covered in grass and flowers.

The houses looked as if they came straight out of a magazine. I feel in love with the place before I even stepped foot into it.

"There's more."

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After we walked around for an hour, I found out the people don't live in their homes. They basically live in a giant house in the middle called the pack house, but they just sleep in their own homes.

The place was in the middle of the woods, with no roads coming in or out. It looked like something out of Twilight.

There was a river on the left side, that lead to a decently sized pond in the upper left area of the terrain. Harry told me no one really goes up there, so we could go up there often.

I loved the place, and never wanted to leave but sadly, all good things come to an end. We headed towards the pack house, our hands still attached to each other.

"Louis, If I asked you out on a date, what Would you say?" Harry asks me, while looking at me with he's foresty eyes

"Yes. " i tell me excitedly.

"Good, because I plan on asking you out on one right now." he tells me, while he moves his thumb across mine with our intertwined hands.

"When Would we go alpha?" I ask him, using the pet name.

His eyes flicked to me and gave a gaze that just smelt like lust.

"I highly suggest you don't call me that unless you want me to take action." He tells me, seriousness showing threw his eyes.

I bit my lip, instanly wondering what Harry's lips felt like against mine. I decide I should try something.

"Alfa?" I whine.

Harry instantly picks me up off my feet, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He backs me up against a tree near the pond and looks into my eyes.

"Are you ok with me kissing you?" he asks.

"Please do." i tell him.

He leans in, and so do I. Our lips meeting in the middle. It felt a million fireworks going off at one time, and i loved it. I whine lowly in my throat, signaling that I was liking it.

He bit my lip and I gasped, but He came right back. Our tongues fighting for domince, Harry obviously winning. He explored my whole mouth, but I wanted more. I whined again, letting him know I wanted more.

He pulled back and looked into my eyes, telling me seriously, "If you start to become uncomfortable, tell me and I will stop."

I nod and he dives into my neck, sucking just about everywhere. I gasp when he licks a certain spot, and he smirks. The spot was between my collarbone and neck.

He starts to suck on it harshly and I let out whimpers and take in sharp breathes.

When he's done with his hickey, I look at him and he looks at me smirking. He set me down back on the ground and smiles at me.

I blush and smile. He takes my hand, but suddenly throws me over his shoulder and I have a giggle fit.

I Laugh and say, "put me down Harry!"

He continues to run towards the back house, but I couldn't really see because I was thrown over his shoulder.

Before I know it were in the pack house, and Harry sets me down. I look around and see why every one wanted to stay here and not their own homes.

But what was nerve racking, was that there were many people, staring at me, and giving me hateful glares.

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Ok so this chapter was probably one of my favorites to write, just because we went from sad, to happy, to scary.

I woke I pto 800 reads, and you guys have no idea how happy that makes me! And when i finished writing this chapter, I reach 900!!

If I reach 1,00 I will make the next chapter SUPER LONG. You guys desevere it!!

So I wanna start this thing where I ask you guys one question in each chapter, and I give my answer below.

Q- If had to choose between, Larry coming out and being happy, but the band breaks up. Or the band being together and continue to make music, but Louis and Harry are sad. What would you choose?

A- Larry, because at least all of them would be happy.

Word count- 1,263

Bye butters!!