Harry's pov

I reached the school 15 minutes early and first went to my locker  to keep some books there which I will need after the lunch break .

I kept my head down avoiding the bullies and those glare these people gave to me, apparently for no reasons. I - wait .

What is this smell . I looked up to find the source of the smell it was coming from the end of the corridor. The smell was so intoxicating I couldn't help up but take a deep breath filling my lungs with my mates smell.

It smelt like fresh mint and roses . Wait. A werewolf finds his mate on his birthday. It's not my birthday that means it's my mates birthday. Who could be he ?

I started pushing people aside following the scent. There was just one thing going on in my mind 'Mate ' 'Mate ' 'Mate'

But before I could reach there someone harshly grabbed my t-shirt throwing me on a locker. It was too quick and I was caught off guard my left shoulder crashed on the locker making me stumble down . I groaned rubbing my shoulder trying to soothe the pain. Damn . Another bruise.

Laughter. That was the first thing that I heard . Alex and his so called group was laughing in an overdramatic way.

" Awe... does it hurt too much ,freak ? Ow !" Ben Alex's brother said in a mocked tone .

"Ah..Zayn.... " I couldn't listen anything after that . The smell was stronger now and there stood Zayn . Zayn Malik. My mate.

He might have followed my scent . He just stood there frozen staring at me and I just sat there on the floor staring back.

It was like I couldn't look away . I wanted to look away cause Zayn would never accept me but my eyes betrayed me as they kept staring at Zayn.

Suddenly I eye contact was broken when somebody started flapping a hand before Zayn's eyes successfully bringing both of us out of our trace.

"Zayn ? Are you okay ?" Gigi said in her sweet fake concerned voice . But Zayn still kept looking at me. Everyone was quite . I looked around everyone's eyes was on Zayn .

I guess everyone figured it out we are mates. I wanted to be happy but my guts were telling something was going to get wrong . Terribly wrong.

"Get up " Zayn said in a soft tone stretching his hand out for me to take. I cautiously extended my hand and as soon as our fingertips touched an electric shot travelled down my spine. I tried to pull my hand back but Zayn grabbed it in a firm hold making sparks and tingling sensation travel through my palm.

He pulled me up so now we were standing in front of each other. He let go on my hand I alomst whined at the loss of contact.

He stepped close and looked in the my eyes before saying ,

"I Zayn Javadd Malik reject you Harry Edward Styles as My MATE ."

And this one sentence broke everything down. I could already feel the pain of rejection. There was nauseous feeling in my stomach. I could feel the emptiness in my heart.

My mate rejected me.

My own mate rejected me.

Tears filled my eyes and I was just a step away from breaking down in front of everyone .

"No one is going to talk about this anymore . This news won't reach my parents or I'll make sure to kill that person myself. I'm not gay ."with that he kept his hand around Gigi's waist and walked away.

All my life I waited for my mate. That one person who will take all my pain away . Who will bring hope in my miserable life but guess what ??

He isn't gay.

He isn't  fucking gay !!