Harry is told that a human is his soul mate. Henley is told that a werewolf is her soul mate, too. Two worlds collide, human and werewolf. What will happen during Harry and Henley's journey of discovering each other? One thing is for sure, there wil...
"Gemma tells me that your dress matches the theme of your birthday party." Harry tells me and I nod, smiling as I remember my dress. "I have something to show you." Harry says and I watch him as he goes to his desk and opens the draw.
He takes something out, then, closes the draw and walks back over to me. He hands me a blue rose. It was a rose that men put on their blazers to match their partners dress.
"You got this for me?" I question him, smiling when he nods. I lean up and peck his lips. "Thank you." I say and he nods. I look past him and noticed a portrait on the wall. The portrait is of Harry and he was dressed in an army uniform. Harry follows my eyes and nods.
"This was me during the first world war." He says and my eyes widen. He looked completely the same.
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"You haven't aged. How old were you?" I asked him, trying to come to terms with the fact that he was over 50 and hasn't aged. The part of being a royal werewolf, I guess.
"I was 22. I stopped aging that year as well." He says and I nod. I stand up from the bed and walk over to the portrait. Under Harry's photo was a few words,
Harry Edward Styles, Solder, 1914.
I quickly did the math and I nearly fainted right, then and there. I turned back to Harry with shock written on my face.
"You're 124 years old?!" I exclaimed and Harry nodded. I sat down on the nearest chair and Harry slowly made his way over to me. He knelt down to my height and I looked at him. He took my hands in his and smiled at me.
"I was born on February 1st 1892. My parents sent me to the army when I was nineteen. They couldn't control me. A few days after that photo was taken, I started to change. My werewolf side revealed itself and I came home." Harry explains and I nod.
"You're 105 years older, then, me. I know they say that 'age is just a number', but, this is ridiculous. Will our children age and then, stop?" I asked him and he nods.
"They will stop aging at 30." He says and I nod, leaving only one person left.
"What about me? Will I age normally?" I ask and Harry nods, his face emotionless. "Can I be changed?" I ask him and he frowns.
"Only royal werewolves have the power to change humans into werewolves. Would you want to be like me? To never age? To live for eternity?" Harry asks me and I think about it.
Did I? Did I want to never die? Did I want to stop aging? Did I want to be covered in fur and have canine teeth? Did I want to be like Harry?
