Alone H.S.

Chapter 6: Lily's Little Visitor

Harry -

I lay Dylan down for his nap, and quietly sneak out of his room, and am relieved when he doesn't wake up when the door creaks loudly enough to hurt my ears.

I make my way downstairs to see Louis and Eleanor making out. And that's really enough of that for me.

I clear my throat loudly so they pull away from each other and return their tongues to the mouths they belong in. Gross.

"Harry, didn't see you there-"

"Did you find Lily a place to stay?" I interrupt Eleanor as she scrambles off of Louis's lap.

"Uh, yeah. She seemed to like it alright. She's not very talkative though. Wouldn't really tell me why she's here-"

"That's not important right now. Where'd you out her?" I ask, interrupting Louis's mate once again as push my hair away from my face. Really need to get it cut soon.

"Um, the little house that Sarah used to live in. She seemed-"

"Yeah, good. Wait...that's only a ten minute walk from this house." I look over Eleanor to Louis.

"Does it matter how close she is to us?" Eleanor asks.

"No, it's fine, baby. Harry was just making sure that Lily would be close in case she needed anything. You did wonderful. And now, Harry why don't we go train a little. Throw some punches, huh?" Louis stops me from saying anything but jumping up and lying about how great It would be having Lily so close.

But, knowing that my Beta, who's job is to keep me from getting into trouble, is telling me to go punch something, I know he can tell I'm about to have some sort of a fit.

And so, I follow Louis's advice and throw punch after punch until I feel my frustration wearing down.

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Lily -

It's a nice house. Not too big, not too small, but just right.

Eleanor brought me here and told me that this is where I'll be staying and she welcomed me into their pack. She seems nice and all, but no amount of kindness could cover up the fact that my mate still doesn't want me.

I didn't tell Eleanor that I'm her Alpha's mate, or even anything about my past. I didn't really want to talk to her right now. I don't want a friend, I want my mate. As selfish as that may sound. But this is the man I've been waiting all those miserable years growing, thinking and dreaming about.

We're supposed to be happy and together right now. Not a ten minutes walk away, living separately, and not admiring that we love each other. What is it that is so wrong with me that even my mate just leaves me alone?

Before I let the new tears fall, a soft knock is heard at the door.

I'm suspecting someone coming to tell me that "Alpha Styles" has decided I kick me off his territory or have me killed because I'm such a pitiful excuse to an Alpha's mate.

But when I open the door, a little boy stands on the porch. The same little boy that ran up to Harry, as my mate is called.

"Your name's Lily. I heard Lel-nor say so." The little boy smiles proudly and walks right inside and starts looking around curiously.

"And who are you, you little cutie?" I ask, bending down so I'm at his level.

"I Dylan. You Lily." He proudly says, pointing at himself then me.

"That's right, my name is Lily. And you say your name is Dylan?"

"Uh huh. Dylan 'tyles." He answers, his eyes wandering around the room.

Dylan Tiles?

"Well, do your mom and dad know that you're here at my house?" I ask Dylan. Knowing that little children as small as him shouldn't be out wandering on their own.

"Uh, daddy thinks I sleepy. And my mom not here. Daddy say she dead. But he says one day he tell me all about her because it a really long story." He's definitely not a shy little boy.

I chuckle at the cuteness that this little boy has in his possession, but know that he needs to be at home.

Wherever that may be. He must live at the packhouse with Harry and his Beta and his Beta's mate. Maybe there's another family who live there and their name is Tiles?

"Dylan, how about I walk you home?" I ask, as he walks back over to me, still smiling. Dimples and all.

"Okay. Let's go, and I'll show you all around my room!" He jumps up and down excitedly before grabbing my hand and leading me out the door and away from the little house that I guess is now my new home.

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We approach the packhouse, Dylan talking the whole way over here about everything that pops into his little mind.

But when the front door opens and an angry Alpha storms out the door, I wished I hadn't come.

Harry quickly walks over to where Dylan and I stood, me now frozen with both fear and love for this angry man.

"Daddy! I bring-ed Lily!" Dylan happily exclaims as he releases my hand and jumps into Harry's arms. Oh...God..

Styles! Not Tiles!

"Where the hell did you run off to?!" Harry asks Dylan who's smile fades quickly once seeing and hearing how angry Harry is.

"Am I in twouble?" Dylan nervously asks.

"Yes, you are. Now go inside to your room and don't move until I get there." Harry orders as he sets Dylan down and the little boy runs inside. Leaving Harry and I standing there awkwardly staring at each other.

"I am so sorry. He said his name-"

"He's never pronounced his last name the right way. It's not your fault." Harry cuts me off, though the anger in his voice is all gone.

"So...he's your son?" I timidly ask.

"He is."

We stand there awkwardly. Well, I stand there awkwardly. Harry doesn't look or act awkward at all. He stands there looking sure of himself and all Alpha-y.

"Thanks for bringing him home."

"That's it? You have nothing else to say to me?" I ask, feeling an anger growing. He's pushed me away and pushed me away, and here I stand. No one else around to hear us.

"What do you want me to say?" He asks, sighing.

"Anything."

"I need to go see Dylan. Thanks for bringing him home."