Lone Wolf (h.s au)

07

Harry and I have stayed in my mother's house for almost a week, hiding from my father and his pack. We spend the days inside and he never leaves my side for the most part. It's fun having him around and I enjoy seeing him in a much more relaxed state.

But I love the moments when he comes out of the shower. He's flawless and seeing him with water dripping down his chest with his hair in curls, it makes me weak.

I like falling asleep beside him too. He lets me run my fingers through his hair and touch his face. It's like I'm touching a model; his beauty something I'd never seen before.

The mornings I wake up to him touching my face are the mornings he always blushes at. He's going soft, slowly but surely. He never smiles for anyone but me (occasionally though) and sometimes my mother.

As we stay here, he hasn't turned into a wolf at all and he says it feels nice not having to. I don't mind if he's a wolf, though, because he isn't dangerous to me.

"Mae," Harry whispers, my eyes squeezing before I open them.

The room is still covered in darkness, my body moving to look at him.

"What's wrong?" I ask, his fingers pulling my head into his neck.

"I need to talk with you," he whispers, my arm wrapping around him.

"What's on your mind?" I ask, his arms wrapping around me tightly.

"Your father just threatened me and I'm worried about you," he says, my hand rubbing his back.

"He said he'll find me and take you first and make me watch as he'd have Dean do whatever he wants to you. Your own father spoke so low of you and I'm scared he'll pull this shit. I've never been scared before," he admits, my lips kissing his shoulder.

"You're here. You'll keep me safe," I say, his lips releasing a sigh.

"Yes. I will," he says, my lips curving.

I stay up, running my fingers over his back to calm him down. His arms are tight, no chance of escape. My eyes close and I fall asleep in his arms.

When I wake up, I manage to get out of Harry's grip and walk to the bathroom. I take a quick shower and put clothes on, walking out to Harry. He's lying on his back and I climb on top of him, his lips curving.

"Are you feeling better?" I ask, his shoulders shrugging.

"I won't feel better until this passes," he explains, my lips pressing to his cheek.

I climb off him and he gets up, walking into the bathroom to shower. My eyes watch the rain fall and I look around, my eyes landing on something in the distance. As soon as Harry's out, I signal for him to come closer and he looks out the window. He frowns, eyebrows crunching.

"Dean," he grits, my eyes watching his body move away from the window and out my bedroom door.

"Harry," I call, his feet already halfway down the stairs.

"Harry," I try again, chasing after. He turns and looks up at me, my feet running to him.

My hands grab his cheeks and I press my lips to his urgently, not thinking about anything else. His arms move around me and he kisses me back, holding me to his body.

Our first kiss.

The fact still swarms my mind as we exchange a hot, passionate kiss. He doesn't let me go, only pulling me closer before he goes and deals with Dean.

I pull away and our heavy breathing mixes together, my eyes opening to flicker up. We meet gazes and I'm left speechless, his fingers moving to my cheeks.