The Fox Hybrid // L.s. *m.preg

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Louis pov.

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Flash back...

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I look down at the razor, wondering if I should really do it.

I had no friends, no one cared about me anyways. Not even my parents. They kicked me out of the house when I was 18, just because I was gay.

I have cut before, but only thighs, no one could see the scars their. They didn't last long, my advanced healing getting rid of them pretty quickly.

I put the razor up to my fore arm, and slice once and see why people do it. It seems as if my sadness was washing away. I cut twice more, but stop myself from going any higher.

I look into the mirror, and see how pale I am, how ugly I really was. Its why every photographer photoshoped my pictures.

I was never enough for them. Ever, there was always something wrong with me.

Me...

The word I hate the most.

Most people love that word, but I despise it, I look like a rat straight out of the streets. Who would like that?

Absolutly no one, and that's how many people cared about me.

Not even fans Would care if I died, so why not do it?

I shakily reach up to the sink mirror and pull it open, revealing my medications. I take out one of the strongest and start to pour most of the bottle in my hand.

Suddenly I hear a knock on my door and hear my butler say, " you have fifteen minutes till your photoshoot. I suggest you quit what your doing and get ready. Scars are not supposed to be upon a models body."

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I shake my head, remembering those dull days. They're not that different now, but I stopped cutting.

Being here with Harry has made me so happy, but so scared. I get scared when someone raises a hand at me, but I feel happy when Harry shows me any sign of affection. He makes me feel a way I haven't in years.

We walk down his hallway, and down the stairs. I take in a look of the place, and it seems as if he's rich.

We reach the front door, and he looks at me with mixed emotions that I couldn't decipher.

"When we go out there, people are going to give you wierd looks, but if they ask questions tell them that your my soul mate." he tells me.

I nod my head and I blush looking down at the ground, not wanting show my emotions threw my cheeks. He lifts his fingers towards my chin, and lifts my face to look at him.

"You don't have to do that. I think it's quite adrable when you blush." he tells me.

I blush at his kind words but don't look down, this time I stared right into his eyes. He stared into mine as I stared into his. They were piercing green eyes, mine basically glowing blue. His eyes were better though.

He takes his hand away from my chin and reached down to grab my hand. He lifts it towards His mouth and kisses it.

"Are you ready little one?" he asks me.

I nod my head excitdely, and he quickly opened his front door. All I saw was beautiful little houses here and there, and the whole place was covered in grass and flowers.