Monster. (Larry Stylinson)

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L O U I S

The sparkling green orbs took me by surprise. "Hey," Harry said casually, a smirk evident on his beautiful features.

"Hi.." I responded quietly. I could feel my cheeks growing red as I felt Harry's large hands traveling up my thigh. I quickly shoved it away. "What are you doing?" My voice cracked slightly as a gave him a warning look.

All he did was laugh and move closer. "What? Never been naughty with a boy?" He smirked, resting his hand on my thigh once more. This time, I didn't stop him. I looked up, barely catching several of the boys watching us and snickering to themselves.

I knew my face was like a tomato now, but I was frozen. I couldn't move, my eyes wide and watching Harry. The truth was, I hadn't done anything with a guy, but I obviously didn't want to admit that, so I turned my head to Lucy after shoving his hand off. "Do you think camp food will be better this year?"

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After hours of talking with my new friends, I stand and stretch. My back had starting aching about an hour before, but I couldn't bring myself to move from Harry's side. Our thighs had been touching the entire time, causing my stomach to erupt in butterflies every time he moved.

The other people in the room seemed to enjoy every time my face got red, but I chose to ignore it. A crackle over the intercom caused me to jump slightly and stumble back into Harry's body. His large hands gently steadied me. For the first time, I saw his face flicker in concern. It was quickly erased with his features contorting into a tough and unreadable expression as we stepped out of the practically hidden room.

The monotone voice over the intercom informed us to head to the meeting hall. I walked a bit behind the group of people. I didn't fit in at all, and it showed. When we made it to the meeting hall, we all sat down at one of the long tables. Of course, Harry sat by me. On the other side of me was a boy with shaggy brown hair and puppy dog eyes. He was dressed more like I was. "Hi. I'm Louis," I introduced myself, taking this chance to make a friend.

The boy looked up at me, a smile spreading across his tan face. "I'm Liam," He replied. I saw his eyes drift to something behind me. When I turned and looked, Harry was watching us with a possessive look in his eyes, but he quickly turned around. "Don't mind him. A bit crazy really." I giggled, wrinkling my nose and shaking my head.

Liam laughed with me. We both quickly silenced our voices when the head camp instructor cleared his voice in the mic.

The camp instructors explained that our curfew was at eight o'clock every night, and that we had to be up at six thirty to be ready for lessons in obedience.

Yes, I had been sent to obedience school. Like a dog. My parents didn't think that I was good enough apparently. Well, really it was my grandparents that had influenced my mum and dad to even consider this place. I had snapped one time and broke a valuable vase of theirs. Damn vase shouldn't have been in the way.

After the long, dreadful meeting, I was finally back in my room and curled up under my warm covers. I had been trying to sleep for about two hours, and when I was finally drifting off, I barely felt arms around my waist and a presence behind me. A kiss was pressed to my ear, and the word 'Angel' was whispered in my ear.

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