Lost and Insecure - One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter 13: Louis

I can't believe that Zayn is making me me share with harry. I hate cats. I hate him.

"But you know he's cute" my inner voice told me.

God I hate my inner voice. It's so annoying!

Just because I right about how much I love harry secretly in my diary doesn't mean I like him...... Wait.....

Goddamnit Sonofabitch!

I can't love harry this much because he hates me. He loves Zayn, and I love Zayn,

and Zayn wants us to love each other and I want to but I can't.

I feel like crying but I know that even the world quietest noise could wake harry.

I walk I've and look at him sleeping. He's so adorable all curled up in a ball like that,

I just want to run my fingers through his beautiful hai-

GODDAMNIT LOUIS GET ALGD OF YOURSELF! I internally scream.

I grab my Pajama bottoms and sneak out of our room without waking Zayn or harry.

I just need some air.

I walk out into the sun and sit on the porch.

I sigh to myself as I soak in the vast beauty of the woods.

I was almost fully relaxed and had harry out of my mind when I heard a familiar voice.

It was Niall....

I couldn't hear much but I could make out the faint cry of a little girl and a deep voice with a

strong Irish accent.

"Hello father" I hear Niall say.

Wait. Niall has a father. That's alive?

I peer around the tree that is blocking the view of Niall and see that his "father" has him at gunpoint.

I was about to run over there and tell him to stop when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

A hand that felt all to familiar.

"Oh louis dear. The pack has missed you so,

it's about time we brought you back"

And with that.

I was out cold.

..............

I woke up in a dark damp room with no windows and no idea where I was.

"Help!" I screamed.

No answer.

"Please" I cried.

Still. No answer.

"Anyone" I whispered

This time I heard a door open and a man dressed in black hands me a

flashlight,

a fork,

and a pudding cup.

"A fork really? fucking useless if you ask me" I sass.

Wow.

Even when I'm scarred shitless I still manage to be the sassmaster!

"You shut it. Your lucky the boss even gave you food, you mutt price of shit" the man in black spits.

"Where the fuck am I?" i seethe, wanting nothing more than to rip his throat out.

I'm not really this violent, but I also haven't been this mad before.

They took me away from MY Zayn and MY harry.

I don't even want to deny it.

I love harry.

The man laughs evilly,

"Like I'd tell you"

That's when I snapped.

Within seconds he was on the ground in a choke hold

with a plastic fork pressed against his throat.

"I don't usually eat humans. But I'd make an exception." I laugh,

"now, tell me where I am and I'll let you go" I bargin.

"Never" the man gargles.

"Fuck you're so damn stubborn." I whine.

I push the fork all the way into his wind pipe and hold him still so he doesn't make

a mess of blood.

My razor sharp wolf teeth poke out a but farther than my human teeth I front as I

sink them into his neck.

I'm not so much a fan of the blood like Niall or Liam is.

And I don't go crazy like harry.

But it's just the whole thought of the kill gives my wolf side a shot of

ecstasy.

The meat is also the part I enjoy because, comon, I'm a dog.

After I am done my meal, I use my telepathy to try to contact Zayn.....

But another persons thoughts are blocking his.

I should only be able to hear zayns thoughts but these couldn't be his.

These thoughts were colourful and childish and almost cat like.

Then I freeze.

These aren't zayns thoughts.

These are Harry's

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There we go. Another chapter.

Sorry I haven't updated. I made a new friend and we've been talking no stop lately.

Just a shout out to you gurl,

Yasssssss!

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