Louis I have something to tell you.. (One Direction+Werewolf Fan Fiction)

It was a mistake, I think?

Louis P.O.V







There he was, the monster who I called my best friend, my brother and part of my family.




He looked at me, and you could easily tell he was hiding something. The little flare he had when he's lying or doing something outrageous that he shouldn't do. Last time I saw that well known flare, was eleven months ago.













*FLASHBACK*




"Hey Hazz, wanna grab a coffee or tea mate?" I asked him whilst putting my brown boots on.




"Nah, your alright I guess, I'm quite busy actually, I-I gotta go. Ceya Lou." Harry stuttered his excuse out, hoping that I'd buy it. Pfft. Nah, we haven't had a heart to heart conversation in ages, especially how he's going out at least five times a week nowadays.




"Please? Ah come on mate, we need to have a catch up." I tried persuading him as I finished lacing up both of my boots.




Harry was hesitating on what to do, so I decided what his answer would be, and the only way to do that was drag him to my car.




"Louis go away okay? I wanna go out, not be stuck in Costa with you!" He harshly spat out at me. He then decided to grab his car keys and flat keys, and stormed out, following by his car humming into the moist warm air.




I was shocked. Completely and utterly shocked. I actually can't bare to talk to Harry or any of the boys. I want to talk to Rachel, but we've partially lost contact because she's got a 'boyfriend'. Stupid Rob!




I had an epiphany! I'll stalk Harry, yeah I know he's been gone for around five minutes, but the 'Find My iPhone' app is very handy, as we've programmed it to set all the boys locations when in need. Eureka! I feel like Einstein, apart from my idea was lamer than his..




I decided to grab my keys and stick my phone in the phone holder that'd give me directions like a TomTom (Navigation system), in the windscreen of my car.




"Turn right swag master." My baby is programmed to call me that okay?




I just chuckled and obeyed the talking machines orders.




About half an hour later, I reached my destination, but it wasn't the destination I was taking a fancy to.




Harry would rather go to a strip club, than have a cuppa with his own brother. Wuuurrttt?!




It's not my taste, but I'm going to do whatever it takes to get to the bottom of Harry's tantrums.




As I walked in the smoke clouded room, all you could see were old perverts looking for a 'good time'. I do feel sorry for them girls because that's the only way they can make money.