Mine [Zarry]

Six

Zayn hated whenever he was right. He hated when he felt tense for no reason, the actual reason came not long after that. Just like now. He was sitting with Harry in his lap as they both listened to what Louis was telling them.

It made Zayn feel so stressed. He's had his arms around the hybrid and was squeezing him close, not painfully though but tight enough that Harry was secretly beaming.

"So you're saying there's a pack of shapeshifters and they're not necessarily nice," Zayn spoke slowly and raised his eyebrows. It wasn't unusual but this pack really felt off to him. Something wasn't right.

"Yeah," Louis sighed, "When I'd noticed them, they seemed to be looking for something.. Or someone, who knows. But they didn't see me."

"It's a matter of time before they find a way here. Following the scent of you or Niall. Or me," The raven haired boy ran his fingers through his hair in stress, "We have to make sure Liam and Harry get somewhere safe," he decided, "They should stay at Josh's or something, in the town," he added and Louis nodded a bit with a small smirk on his face.

"Don't wanna go," Harry whimpered then, tugging at Zayn's shirt desperately, "Wanna stay.. With you," he pouted and laid his ears down, hoping the sad kitty look would be enough to convince Zayn.

"Harry, no," The boy's voice was firm and even though the hybrid was sad and disappointed, he couldn't help admiring it. He really sounded like a leader, "It's about you and Liam's safety. We have no idea if they tolerate humans or hybrids. Especially hybrids. So, just go with Liam, yeah?"

Harry nodded sadly and let out a heavy sigh, tucking his face in the crook of Zayn's neck. He was actually worried for his mate, maybe even scared. What was going to happen? Would Zayn be hurt? He hissed quietly at the thought. He'd kill anyone who dared to touch him in the wrong way.

Harry's face was scrunched up in worry and annoyance but soon his face softened again because Zayn was playing with his hair. And it felt so incredibly good. He purred loudly and arched into the touch, a smile on his face.

While Zayn busied himself with the hybrid, Louis texted both Liam and Niall and told them to get home as quick as possible. He wasn't scared at all, just excited for a fight.

Their pack wasn't really a pack. Zayn refused to be the leader, he didn't want to order his mates around and yet he was always the one making decisions and planning stuff involving them. For Louis and Niall it just felt natural. They knew how powerful Zayn could be so it would be only fair to let him be the alpha.

Even Liam thought Zayn just should get himself together and just make the boys his pack mates.

"You're thinking," Harry noticed once his eyes opened and landed on Zayn's face. It was definitely an expression of someone who's deep in thoughts, "What about?"

Zayn blinked and shrugged a bit, "Just stuff," he murmured and Harry huffed, wanting to know more, "Just thinking about all the possibilities. You know. It could be a peaceful talk.. Or one thing said wrong and fight.. Or just a fight without talking. Or they could just walk past us because whatever they're looking for is not here. Or they could want us to join them," he explained, "I'm also afraid it's a bigger group. Louis has seen only three wolves but they could've been split up," he sighed, "I mean.. A panther, a lion and a tiger should be enough to defeat three wolves. Or four. But still.."

Zayn realized he was rambling and shut himself up, closing his eyes. He didn't want to overthink but also overthinking could turn out good. They'd at least be prepared for any situation.

"Don't worry, don't stress," Louis spoke then and patted Zayn on the back, "We've got this. We are an unusual pack but that's exactly what makes us strong," he assured him and well, he was speaking the truth. The strength of three different animals could be deadly. But a pack of animals of the same animals could turn out tricky as well.

"Yeah, I guess," Zayn sighed softly and sent a small smile towards the lad.

Fortunately, Liam and Niall arrived soon enough and the discussion began. Zayn presented all of the possibilities from before, Liam analyzed them and Louis pointed out the obvious. Niall spoke when Zayn was overreacting and Harry helped Niall assure him by kissing on his neck and face. Teamwork.

Eventually, it was decided that this night they were all going to stay at the house. Zayn had to keep Harry in his room and Louis had to have Liam. Niall volunteered to look around and maybe spy a bit on the pack if there would be a chance.

After late dinner, Zayn felt exhausted. It was intense, the thinking itself. He couldn't even think about the time when he'd have to actually do something. And the bad feeling was still haunting him. He was lying in bed, alone since Harry went off to the bathroom.

The raven haired boy closed his eyes, trying to relax. But he couldn't. He sat up slowly and sighed, looking around the room.

He's hoped Niall was going to come back in one piece. He was fast after all and pretty sneaky. He knew the surroundings much better than the intruders so it was a plus as well.

"Don't worry," Zayn flinched once he's heard Harry's voice and the boy giggled at his reaction, "Oops. Sorry," he cuddled up to the raven haired lad, arm over his waist and leg tangling between his, "But really. We'll be fine," he said with a small smile.

"We have to be," Zayn nodded softly and smiled a little, looking at Harry and embracing him gently with one arm while his free hand brushed hair out of the hybrid's face, "I just.. I have this feeling, Harry," he admitted, "It's there.. And it's unsettling. I hate it," he groaned, "And it's worrying. Shit happens every time I feel something like this."

"No," Harry pouted and tugged at Zayn's shirt, "You're worried. Too worried," he explained and shook his head, "You need a distraction," he decided with a smile.

Zayn wanted to protest but he was cut off and shut up. By a pair of lips on his own. And well, it took him off guard and he actually forgot about the thing. He forgot his own name, too.

But his eyes fluttered closed and once Harry moved his lips against Zayn's, he slowly kissed back. It might have been lame but it was years since he's kissed someone. And it felt so good now.

Harry had the complete control of the kiss. He gave it the passion, the neediness but also sweetness. And it was just a good, distracting kiss that unexpectedly got deeper and deeper and both boys were soon groaning quietly into each other's mouths, hands moving along their bodies, tangling together and getting so close.

They were finally kissing. Harry was so happy. It was one step closer to Zayn accepting him as a mate and having him all to himself, this time for real. And well, Zayn wasn't mad as well. At all. He was enjoying himself. A lot.

The hybrid knew it wasn't the time now and that they should stop kissing soon but he couldn't help it. He rocked his hips against the raven haired lad's thigh, only to receive yet another groan. It motivated him to get going.

But then they both stopped, freezing in their spots. They heard a sound, loud and clear, sounding a lot like Niall.

It was a scream.

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