Beware of the Wolf [A Larry Stylinson 4-Shot]

Part II

A/N: This dedication goes to the wonderful woman goddess @Sincerelywithlove for more things than just one. I don't think Part II would have even had been uploaded if it was not for her, so everyone go to her profile and follow, read her stories, comment about her goddess touch, and just rejoice because Hallelujah. 

This was supposed to be uploaded last night actually, buuuuutttt..... I was in Japan over night- and this is the lie I'm telling to fool you all about the time change and reason why I'm bringing this to you Monday morning and not Sunday night. I was not simply fucking tired and didn't have work in the morning at 4:30am to get ready for after being sick the past 5 days. Wala.

BUT, let's get down to business and do the whole Enjoy, comment, and vote bit! You'll make me one heck of a happy camper and I'm glad to present this piece of fuff and feelings. I do apologise for not completing the whole shebang- but you will get your Epilogue and smut, in time my young Larry fans, in time. 

Oh, and thanks to @Anything1D for actually voting whether or not Harry and Louis should actually be hybrid Wolf!Harry and Pig!Louis with their cute little animal ears, however I did not write this part into the story, if you wish to fantasise that it includes it, be my guest. ;)

I love you all a fuck ton, more than Johnlock and more than Larry- you all get me so emotional and thankful. So this is for each person who reads this- maybe you like it, maybe you don't- but thank you! 

-Kaamen.xx ;) 

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Louis gasped as a hand smacked against his chest, sending him stumbling back into the room and grabbing the arm rest of his chair for purchase. Harry, now leaning against the rattling wooden door as it slammed shut, tilted his head up slowly to meet Louis' startled gaze. Suddenly twisting the lock into place, a cheshire-smirk growing in rapid succession as the clicking metal reverberated around the room.

“N-Now, just a-a minute-” stuttered Louis, backing away from the figure with one hand up in defense and the other still clutching the rocking chair. Eyes darting around the enclosed space of his living room, quickly cursing at himself for caving to Harry's persuading. Though, finally able to appreciate the view that's not through the curtained window that he would peak out of at the boy when he would return to his own home, and only then did he get to glimpse at Harry's behind sauntering down his walkway. Louis got to drink in how appealing everything about the young, Harry Styles lad, actually was.

“No more waiting,” seethed Harry, using the door as leverage as he pushed off with curved fingers, taking a step closer. His face void, besides for his mouth now gracing a mere leer as Louis cowered away. “I've been waiting long enough,” he murmured, taking tentative steps forward.

Louis recoiled until his hunched shoulder blades dug into the frigid wall, fingers yanking at the cotton-poly sweats adorning his lower half and breath tumbling passed parted lips, heat still coiling beneath his skin. His lungs were stuffed with a lump of air when Harry stopped inches before him, the tips of their shoes touching, vanilla nipping at his nose while heaving chests and panting breathes fanned a mixture of scents that made his head spin.

“Don't eat me,” he meant to plead, but it instead came out as mumbled whisper with both eyes glazed over. Louis willed for the heavy tug of fear, causing the erratic change in character weighing on his body and mind, to disappear by contorting a scowl and tensely clamping his eyelids shut.

Raising a hand and lightly resting it on Louis' cheek, who sucked in a sharply drawn breath at the contact, Harry's gaze softened. “I'm not going to eat you,” he coaxed. Caressing the prominent cheek bone under his finger tips, Harry watched as Louis gradually peered up at him, features relaxing. Tugging on a little grin, Harry hummed low, “But, I would like to taste you.”