Lone Wolf [l.s. au] [omega!louis] [alpha!harry] [mpreg] - DISCONTINUED

Prologue

This story will continuously be switched between Harry's point of view and Louis' point of view. Make sure you pay attention as to whose you're reading. First up is Louis.

"Let's go, Louis!" my mother yelled, waiting impatiently with a few boxes in her arms. They looked heavy, and her face told me that she needed some help putting them in the moving van.

I sighed, pressing down on the off button that was on my phone. "Coming!" I informed her, walking out of the house and shutting the door behind me.

Walking over to my mother, I picked up what looked like half of the boxes she carried in her arms and placed them in the moving van.

Today was a life changing day. I would be leaving my home, along with all of my childhood memories- good or bad, I didn't seem to care. I had lived here for seventeen years and I wasn't quite sure that I was ready to let it all go yet.

"Louis! Hurry up!" my mother screeched, which pulled me out of my thoughts. I hastily wiped the tears that had began to form in my eyes. I refused to cry. It wasn't like I had much to let go of, anyways. Besides, it was a small move from Doncaster to Chesire, about three hours away at most.

Walking over to the car, I opened the door and sat shotgun, turning the radio on almost immediately to keep my thoughts away from the move. As my mother climbed in beside me, I sighed quietly and looked out the window.

I didn't need to worry.

Things were going to be great.

Weren't they?

*

A short two and a half hours later, we arrived at our small new cottage that was close to the woods. The outside was a chipped white that was a contrast to the houses we passed along the way, consisting of blues, greys, reds, browns, and yellows. Very rarely did I see any house that had a white backdrop, and this one really seemed to show through with the black windows.

However, there were vines all along the sides and front of the house that gave off an old, safe feeling, a feeling that made you want to walk right into it and cuddle up on a nice, warm couch.

Or maybe it was because most of the houses in Doncaster were so different from this house, and because of my bad times there, I felt safe in a new environment.

Sighing, I hopped out of the car and stepped onto the dirt road that led up to the house. With every step I took, I felt even more at peace and at home. The cool, crisp, clean air, the wind that swept up the leaves and particles of dry mud, the vines that crept up the sides of the house. This was my new home, and so far, I was loving it.

Unable to contain my excitement, I ran up to the steps of the house, stopping at the doorway. Taking a deep breath, I twisted the handle and slowly opened up the door as the hinges creaked. When I stepped inside the house, my breath hitched. Everything was so lovely.

The movers were setting up our couch at the moment as my mother directed them where to place it. The sofa ended up near the fireplace, so you could snuggle up and keep warm during the winter months.

An old, antique chandelier swung from the ceiling. It was white, with golden lights resting on top of its ends. There was a shelf above the fireplace, in which my mother was placing collectibles, such as snow globes and scented candles. I basked in the rays of light that shone through the windows with the dusty, pulled back curtains and let out a soft giggle before approaching my mother.

"Oh my god, mum, this is beautiful," I smiled, twirling lightly for emphasis. She chuckled, blinking at me through long, thick lashes.

"Yeah, love, it is. Your room is the second to the left after you go up the stairs. It's got-"