Hybrids {Narry & Ziam AU}

Chapter 22

Louis's POV

Just when I'm thinking that my relationship with Zayn isn't as bad as it used to be, I'm proven wrong.

There was a sort of an unspoken understanding between the two of us after I became a hybrid. I was the same as him now so we had a common issue.

However, he's the one who triggered my problem in the first place.

It's his fault my life has changed forever. It's his fault that I'm now something people fear. I will never be the same again and he's the reason.

My mind is a whirlwind of angry thoughts as I pace around my small bedroom.

I'm so livid I can feel my eyes burning an unnatural color and a new set of teeth protruding over my human one's.

As I am facing my mirror, I see my reflection.

Bright golden eyes scan the new additions to my body. Short and pointed fox ears on top of my head, claws forming sharp points at the end of my fingers, a large bushy tail flicking anxiously behind me.

Hatred courses through me as I look at myself. Hatred for me and what I've become. Hatred for Zayn and what he's done to me.

I march over to my mirror, fist raised, ready to punch the glass with as much force as I can muster.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," I hear from the door to my bedroom.

Distracted, I turn to find the source of the voice.

Speak of the devil...

Zayn is standing in the door, leaning casually against the frame. A mildly concerned look was gracing his features.

"Since when is what I do your business?" I hissed lowly.

"It really isn't but I care about Niall and he cares about Harry. How do you think Harry would feel if you broke a mirror?" He questioned.

"You don't know anything about me or my friends," I growled back.

"You just said out there that you felt bad for not contributing money to the household," Zayn reasoned, referring the conversation just had in the living room, "Do you believe breaking a mirror would help with that? Now Harry has to take some of the money he earns for the basic needs of this place to buy you a mirror because you're having a hissy fit."

"It's your fault I'm even upset in the first place. Everything has gone to shit since you and your blonde friend showed up," I ground out, waving my arms at him in exasperation.

"Why do you think I'm in here? I'm trying to prevent more bad things from happening because of us," Zayn shrugged.

I huffed. I was still angry but the fire I felt before was gone.

"Look, I'm not going to punch the mirror anymore so you can leave. Your good deed for the day is done," I said, sitting down on my bed.

"Not before I say one more thing," Zayn said, coming to sit on the bed beside me.

I glared at him, "What?"

"I just want to apologize for this. I know I've said sorry so many times already today but the apologies didn't even sound genuine to me," Zayn looked right into my annoyed eyes, "I can never reverse what I've done to you and I really feel horrible for this. I've changed your life forever and not for the better. I understand if you don't forgive me now, or ever. I just wanted you to know that I truly am sorry."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The king of assholery was being nice?

I just stared as he got up and walked out of the room. I was left alone to my thoughts.