Mates with 1D

┼ Chapter Eight ┼

Aluna

This was so unfair! Instead of having me locked up in the room I had been staying at yesterday, Zayn had decided to hole me up in a fucking dungeon this morning! How could someone be so, so—ugh!

     If I could kill someone with my mind, I would've been attending Zayn's funeral this instant! He was such a hypocrite, an asshole who had no control over his temper, a possesive sexy guy that I wanted to deck so badly and yet kiss!

     'I do believe that's his charm: so mysterious and sexy. It's always the misunderstood ones.' Iris told me smugly.

     Can it! I thought to myself bitterly.

     I still didn't get how Iris could be my wolf. We had two different personalities and she was a rebellious bitch. I swore, if she was a whole different other person, I wouldn't have gotten along with her, but because God had decided to give me such a "wonderful" wolf, I had to deal with her crap. It wasn't like we could split anyway. Believe me, I've asked, and even looked it up before I was kidnapped.

     At least the dungeon wasn't so dungeony though. Zayn had the decency to switch out the metal bed to a water bed and decorate the walls with posters of some British boy band. Pft, if he knew me— which he didn't—he'd know that I'd rather listen to a dying pig then some sappy boy band every teenage girl possibly loved.

     That simply wasn't how I rolled. The old music was all the best. This century's music was getting stupider and stupider.

     "You alright there? Your face is as red as a tomato." Harry said.

     I looked up from my spot on the water bed and glared at Harry whom stood just outside of my cell with his hands inside of his pockets and his hair slicked back with a band. "What do you want, Harry?!"

     He pursed his lips together, doing well to hide his flinch at my menacingly tone. "It's my turn to check up on you." He must've read my expression well because the next second he added, "To make sure you're doing okay, of course."

     What a kiss-ass. "Screw you." I wanted to see Liam. He was the only one truly acting like my mate while the rest were okay with locking me up in here.

     Earlier I had seen Liam trying to fight them to keep me up in my old room, and everyone else had been trying to get him to reason with them that this dungeon was better for me. What did I look like to them?! Some dog?! Okay, maybe I was considered a dog, but that didn't mean they could treat me like it.

     Fury flashed across Harry's eyes, but I hadn't backed down from my comment. "If you want to screw me, then fine." My eyes widened at his words. He took out a key from his sweater and opened up my door cell.

     As he made his way over to me, I took note of his pitch black eyes. Liam's eyes had turned that color yesterday when him and I—Iris had been making out.

     My father had always told me to steer clear from wolves when they had those color of eyes, but he never explained why. 

     Harry took ahold of my wrist and hauled me up on my feet with his death grip. "Stop, you're hurting me!" I snarled.

     "Shut up!" He growled furiously, his voice surprisingly frightening me. "You don't understand anything, Aluna!" He threw me down to the bed, and I could do nothing but stare up at him through fearful eyes.

     'This is your fault!' Iris hissed angrily. 'You could have just ignored him! Instead you pissed him the fuck off!'

     No shit. I looked from left to right, trying to look for something to protect myself with, but the room was as empty as a jail cell. Harry forced my hands above my head to pin them to the bed and slid one of his legs between mine, to truly keep me from making any movements.

     "Please, let me go!" To this point I was pleading. "Please." I didn't even know I was crying 'till I felt my tear drops ushering down my face.

     "Harry, what the hell are you doing?!" I'd never thought that Zayn's voice would be so comforting until this one moment. Zayn shoved Harry off of me and scooped me up into his arms. "It's okay, Al." He whispered soothingly, Niall and Louis then running in.

     The two didn't bother to ask what was happening, instead they traded unspoken words through mindlink and dragged a stunned Harry out of my cell and back up the wooden stairs that lead upstairs to the house.

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Louis

"What-the-bloody-hell, mate?!" Were the first five words to come out of my mouth as soon as we made it upstairs to the living room.

     Zayn had said Harry had had Aluna pinned to the bed when he had walked in on them with tears rushing down her face. Just the thought of Harry hurting my mate had my blood boiling.

     "I didn't mean to," He groaned miserably. "I lost it, I lost control. It wasn't my fault."

     Wasn't his fault?! If it weren't for Zayn banding him from seeing Aluna I would've beat the shit outta him, but he already had enough of a punishment. "It is your fault."

     "You fucked up real bad this time," Niall agreed, helping Harry off of his ass. "When Zayn gives you the green light to visit her, the first thing you gotta do is apologize."

     Harry looked distraught. He had a wild, panicked look in his eyes, and I could tell his wolf was scolding him as well. "Just go get some rest. After what you pulled off, you're gonna need it." I said.

     After Harry had silently left to his room, Niall plopped down on the spot Harry had been on only seconds ago. "She's not too happy with us either, ya know." Niall informed me.

     I knew that too. For now it seemed as though Liam was the only one on her happy list. I was pretty sure he'd want us to tell him about what Harry had done though, but I was sure he wasn't here otherwise he'd be down there taking Zayn's place.

     "I'm back!" Liam said, the sound of the door closing in the kitchen vibrating throughout the old house Niall had chosen for us to stay in while we are here.

     Niall chuckled, but there was no humor in his laughter. "Speak of the Devil."

     "What 'bout the Devil?" Liam asked, munching on his Flaming-Hot-Cheetos.

     "Let's just say "The Devil" messed with Aluna and "The Devil" is upstairs on time-out." Niall murmured, snatching the bag of chips from Liam's hands.

     It took Liam a few seconds to process what Niall had just said before his eyes widened. "Zayn!" He snarled. "What the hell did you do to—"

     "It wasn't Zayn." I interrupted, already interested to see how he would react to it being Harry. I mean, not even I expected for Harry to blow up like he did.

     Liam hesitated for a few seconds before he said, "Harry?" He didn't even wait for me to respond before he took off towards Harry's room.

     Well, wasn't this going to be entertaining.