Lone Wolf (h.s au)

04

"Mae."

A voice echoes through my head, my eyes flickering open.

"Harry, you have to go back to bed," I say, sitting up from the bed.

"I'm fine, Mae. I heal extremely fast," he says, lifting his arm and shirt to display a healed rib.

I sigh and he comes closer to me, grabbing something from the table. He hands me a mug of tea and he brushes his hand through his hair.

"Can I ask you a question?" he asks, my head nodding. He moves closer to me and I look at him, his eyes looking at me intensely.

"Why did you do what you did last night?" he asks, my fingers playing with the teabag as he watches me.

"Because I can't stand when people are hurt," I say. "You, more so than others."

He looks at me softer than other gazes, my eyes meeting his again. Out of curiosity, I reach up and brush his hair over his shoulder to see the same mark on his neck. He turns to allow me to see it better and I smile, his body moving back.

"Harry, I know you're angry at the way this happened," I start but he shakes his head.

"Who said I'm angry?" he asks, my lips parting slightly.

"You don't show me any other emotion. It's like you're mad at me for being here, for helping you. Last night was the only time you held my hand because you needed me," I say, his eyebrows frowning.

"What do you want me to do? Smile all the time like a fucking creep?" he asks, my amusement starting to grow as I see him slowly allowing himself to accept me.

"You don't have to smile all the time. I don't. But I want you to let yourself go around me. You don't have to be all mean and tough because that makes you scary," I tell him, his hand ruffling his hair again.

"It's all I know how to be," he explains, moving to sit on the bed across from me.

"My father was an angry man, but I was nice and happy with my friends in the pack. Once my father passed, I was in mourning, but my friends' death crushed me. Then the other pack started doing shit and made me angry. It's my shield; my anger only causing me to prove myself."

I nod and bite my lower lip as I think of my question, his eyes on me.

"Are you having second thoughts?" he asks, my head shaking.

"No, just that I've wondered something but I don't want to ask it," I say, his eyes looking all over my face.

"Ask it."

My head shakes and I feel my chin lifted up, his fingers warm against my skin.

"Ask me the question," he says, my eyes adoring his.

"Have you ever dated anyone?" I ask, his hand touching my neck. His touch incinerates my skin and he brushes his thumb against my jaw.

"Never. I was taught to save myself for my mate. And that's what I did. I've kissed a few girls but it was nothing serious. Just stupid parties out with the pack. "

I nod and he doesn't look away from me, my heart pounding.

"You kissed my forehead last night," he says, my eyes closing as I retract myself from his touch.

"I-It was an accident. I didn't mean to," I say, but he grabs my hand.

"Mae, don't apologize about doing that. It was the first show of affection towards me and that means so much and you don't even realize it."