Night Changes

I'm Half A Heart Without You

Louis' POV

Zayn left. My best friend left the band. Five years in. I honestly thought we were going to be performing until we were 80 years old but I guess not. He told us he left from the gay dating rumors that were flying around but everyone knows him and Perrie were happy, right?

I sit here, crying into Harry's shoulder in our hotel room. We just woke up to find Zayn's room empty with only a note on his pillow case saying he's already worked out the details with our shitty management and is moving on with another music producer.

"I'm hungry," I tell Harry. And I don't mean hungry for twinkies.

"Wanna go hunting?" He asks in a sweet voice and rubs my cheek lovingly.

I nod. "But I'm sick of animal."

I feel Harry stiffen. "You mean... you want, like-"

"Human," I finish his sentence.

I've been living off animal my whole life. Or at least trying to. And since Harry turned, he's only ever killed one person and that was enough for him. He couldn't help himself when he was a newborn. That's why we've never been caught by hunters. We were low-risk because, well, we're part of One Direction, so no one really expects us to be supernatural creatures. Harry has never joined other werewolves because he's only really trusted me. I've been protecting him ever since that day in the bathroom.

But today, the risk seems worth it. Besides, we've heard the rumors. The hunters are coming and they won't back down without a fight. We're screwed anyway, so why not? It's about time Harry learns what it's like to be a real animal.

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"I don't like this." Harry whispers in my ear, his breath clouding in the cold air. "It's not right."

I sigh for about the hundredth time, not bothering to look back at my worried boyfriend. Sometimes I forget that he's just a child compared to me. He hasn't seen what I've seen. He's only killed one person for God's sake! I hate admitting it, but I'm a monster. And I don't like seeing these two parts of my life collide but I have no other choice.

"It's fine, Harry." I say, continuing to trudge down the narrow path.

By now we're deep in the forest with only the moon lighting our way. I've been through here plenty of times before but this time feels different. It's hard to remember but the last time I was here was the last time I killed a human. December 1954.

But that's not important. What is important is food.

This land we're walking on is a gold mine for hunting humans. They think they're doing the hunting but really, they're the hunted. I hear the crunching of twigs about forty feet away and we hide behind a tree. When their scent gets stronger, we peer around the trunk and see a father and son with guns in their hands. I look over at Harry and give him a look while mouthing to him, "Let's go."

We separate into different directions and sneak up behind them. Harry looks hesitant but somehow I feel completely comfortable because well, I've done this before.

One second I'm hiding behind a tree, the next I'm launching into the clearing and snapping the father's neck. The kid screams and points his gun at me. I feel a pinch in my shoulder but only laugh darkly, shaking off the pain.

My fangs slide down and I turn to the dead father. I bite into his limp neck and feel the sweet, warm blood fill my mouth. The kid screams louder but stops suddenly when I hear a crack of bone. I look up from the father and turn behind me and see Harry, well, Harry in full wolf form, on top of of the now dead kid. He looks up at me with his big green eyes that are so full of regret and sorrow, but it only lasts a second. When Harry goes into wolf form he becomes more like me. A complete animal. He tears into the boy without mercy.

I start to wonder if this was ever a good idea.

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