Forbidden ( A Harry Styles Fan Fiction )

Chapter 8

Harry's P.O.V.

I run as fast as I can through the woods. I don't want her to follow me. I'm such and idiot. I can't be falling for a normal girl. I have to love a werewolf. I'm only allowed to be with werewolves. But, no one else can make me feel the way that Miranda can. But, I need to protect her. I'm a monster. I see Niall and run to him.

"Hey brother. Where were you?" Niall asks with wide eyes.

"None of your business. You're young, you wouldn't understand."

"I'm only a year younger then you. I'm 17. It's not my fault." He shrugs. I can feel my claws forming, but I ignore it. We both head back to were the pack is staying.

"Did you hear about the battle?" Niall asks, his eyes are already turning yellow. We both hate to transform. It fucking sucks. It's not painful or anything, it's just annoying. We're both almost full wolves. My ears are becoming pointed and my teeth sharp.

"What battle?"

"We are going to take down the Alliance once and for all. Isn't it exciting?" He smiles widely.

"No, it's not. There isn't a point to this feud." I snap.

"Keep your voice down! Don't let anyone hear you." Niall attempts to keep me quite.

"No, I hate this dumb feud. Why can't we just live in peace?"

"Harry, I don't know. That's just how things are. You know that." He tries to put his hand on my shoulder. I step away. I groan and walk away. I go full wolf and walk through the woods. I'm a freak. A weirdo. A monster.

Miranda's P.O.V.

I didn't sleep a wink last night. All I could think about is Harry. Why does he always run off? Was he going to kiss me? Did he want to kiss me? Did I want to kiss him? Yes, yes I did. I just don't understand why he always runs away. But I want to find out. I need to find out. I walk downstairs to eat some oatmeal and find Zayn asleep on the couch. I decide to leave him a bowl anyways even though I don't know when he will wake up. He's been trying to talk to me so much lately. It's all I have ever wanted. I think.

I go outside to wait for Harry to pick up Ripley. I hope he comes by soon before Zayn wakes up. A guy has never come over before unless it was one of his friends. I don't know how he will react so I decide to just go get it done ASAP. I see Harry's figure emerge and walk toward the house. Here we go. Should I lock the door so Zayn won't interrupt is? What am I saying?

"Hello, Miranda. Thanks for watching Ripley." Harry doesn't make eye contact with me.

"No problem. Anytime." We stand in awkward silence. I need to ask him why he keeps in leaving.

"I'm sorry about running out so suddenly, let me make it up to you. I'll make today the best day of your life." He smiles, taking my small hands into his big ones. I feel sparks every time my skin touches his.

"Okay, I guess I should squeeze you into my busy schedule." I tease. We both laugh.

"Well, what do you want to do first?"