And I know these scars will bleed

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Written by:louistimes2

Summary:"It's Sunday." Louis says as he sits next to Harry by the window.
"It is." Harry chuckles and looks over at the blushing boy.
"We are allowed outside on Sundays." Louis whispers and Harry knows want Louis wants, the omega won't ask it but Harry knows.
"Do you want to go outside?" Harry asks and Louis perks up and looks at Harry.
"Really?"
"Yeah."

Or Harry has anger issues and he meets Louis in a rehab center

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Harry is pissed.

He's pissed at his mum for making him come here. He's pissed at his friends for their lack of support. He's pissed at the doctors and nurse that are trying to help him. But most of all he's pissed at himself, not because he's in here but because that fucking beta didn't get beat like how Harry should have done.

It was two weeks ago, Harry was talking to his friend, Zayn, while they were walking down the street when all of a sudden a beta bumps into Harry. If that didn't make Harry mad enough, the fucking beta doesn't even apologize. Before he knows it Harry has the beta pinned to the ground as the alpha grows at him. Zayn, his beta friend, tried to pull Harry off but once the alpha started to hit the beta he couldn't stop. It's so angry because that beta is just so rude and deserves to learn his lesson.

No one disrespects Harry like that.

So after the cops finally pulled them apart Harry was still growling and they took him to the police station. Thankfully Harry's mom is friend of the police and he got off with a warming. When his mum and him got home his mum ripped him a new asshole, and even though she's a omega and Harry's an alpha she fucking scares him sometimes.

After an hour of Anne, his mum, yelling at him it ended with her handing him a brochure. Harry was furious when he read the title, "It's time for rehab." They fought for another two hours and that ended with Harry forced into a car that took him to the plain white building of the rehab center.

So yeah, Harry's fucking pissed right now. He doesn't want to be here, not one bit, he's 20 and should be living his life but his bitch of a mother forced him here. It's boring here; everything is colorless and plain like they want to drain everyone's happiness and they probably do because otherwise they wouldn't make money if everyone was happy like they should be.

It's not entirely Harry's fault he's always angry; he just gets angry very easily. Like right now he's growling deep in his chest as he stares at the alpha across the common room that keeps glancing over at Harry who is on one of the four couches in the room.

The boy looks over at Harry again and the alpha can't take it anymore because this guy is pissing Harry off too much. Harry pushes himself off the couch with a loud growl and walks over to the other alpha that is looking out giant wall of just windows. As soon as Harry reaches him and grows loudly, causing the room the fall into a silence, just as Harry rises his fist and punches the other alpha in the face.

Things don't escalate from there because a couple of alpha nurses run over and tackle Harry to the ground before they drag him to the therapist. This is where he goes every time his anger "gets out of hand". Everyone else visits the therapist maybe once or twice a week but no, Harry's there every day because he gets angry every day. Like before, it's not his fault he's always angry.

"Harry." The beta Liam Payne, his therapist, says. "Nice to see you here again." The doors close as the nurses leave, Harry continues to stand in the doorway, furious as fuck. "Please sit." Liam gestures to couch next to his chair. With a puff Harry flops onto the chair, his ears now smoking with anger. "What happened this time?"

"That fucking cunt!" Harry growls out as he stands up and starts pacing. "He kept lookingat me!" Harry stops walking and looks Liam in the eyes. "What gives him the right?? That's fucking rude of him!" Harry throws his hands up and starts pacing again with clenched fics. "God I wish they would have let me pound him the way he deserved!" Harry screams loudly before falling back into the couch.

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