The Alpha (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

Harry tried to act normal. “H-hi.” He smiled weakly.

“Who are you?” Was the first thing Louis’ father said. He took a step closer and Harry smelled gunpowder and cigarettes from the tall man. He briefly wondered how Louis was so short.

“I’m Harry.”

For some reason the man’s face relaxed a little and he glanced down at Louis. “So you’re Harry.” He continued when Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Louis has spoken of you.”

Harry couldn’t stop the small smile from spreading across his face. “Good things I hope.”

Louis’ dad hummed and held out his hand. “I’m Mark.” Harry lifted his arm to shake his hand, simultaneously shaking Louis a bit by accident.

He mumbled something incoherent and pressed himself further into Harry’s chest, causing Harry’s cheeks to heat up.  “He was sick, so he called me. Then he got cold.” Harry explained.

Mark looked amused at that and just nodded. "You're welcome to stay for dinner if you like. I'm sure Louis won't mind."

"Thank you Mr. Tomlinson." He nodded politely.

He was a little relieved. It seemed that Louis' dad didn't recognize him. But he had been running fast and it was dark at the time, so it was understandable.

Louis shuffled some more and then slowly looked up at Harry with an adorable confused expression. He turned over enough to see his dad and smiled a bit. "Hey dad. I assume you met Harry." He rubbed at his eyes and Harry nearly melted at the cuteness.

"Yes, I just asked him to stay for dinner." Mark nodded.

Louis looked back at Harry and smiled softly. "Can you?"

Harry really didn't want to say no to that face but the thought of eating with someone who wanted him dead was overpowering. "I wish I could, but I promised my mum I'd be home to help her unpack." He lied.

Louis frowned a bit, but nodded without saying anything. Harry honestly didn't want Louis to move. They were so close and Louis was warm and small, but Harry needed to get out of there.

Louis stood up and stretched, giving Harry a nice view, but he wasn't given long to enjoy it. He stood up as well and straightened his clothes. "I'll see you at school tomorrow?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Louis nodded and thanked Harry for coming. Harry shook Mark's hand again and then quickly left the house.

**

Two weeks passed and Harry did everything he could to avoid Louis and his werewolf killing father. Of course, this upset Louis and he tried talking to Harry, but Harry made up an excuse each time.

He had come to terms with the fact that he was miserable without Louis. But he had started hanging out with a couple werewolves named Niall and Liam and that helped distract him a bit.

Niall was was a beta with blue eyes and a blonde quiff. His boyfriend Liam was also a beta. Liam was sensible and smart, quiet mostly, with brown hair and eyes. The opposite of Niall. But they looked so happy together. Harry wished that could be him and Louis.

Niall showed him where the hunters liked to set their traps and told him the legends of the Tomlinson family. Frankly, they terrified Harry.

They explained that they had been changed against their will, so their parents didn't know. When their pack left, Liam and Niall were on their own since they couldn't pick up and leave their families. But they stuck together and were obviously madly in love.

Harry stared at the back of Louis' head mostly, watching him from afar like in a cheesy romantic comedy, except no one was laughing.

It was just him being miserable and Louis talking with some of his other friends like nothing was happening. But there were moments when Harry thought he could see a glimpse of sadness and hurt on Louis' face when he caught his eye.

The last thing Harry wanted to do was hurt Louis, but this was what was best. He wondered if Louis was a hunter too. He had seen a bow in his room but most hunters didn't start hunting until they were eighteen. At least that’s what Niall told him.

So Harry spent his days with Liam and Niall or running through the forest, fixing up their house, or working.

He discovered that ignoring Louis was going to be harder than he thought, so he kept himself busy and tried not to let his mind wander, but it was hard late at night when he had nothing to distract him and he was drifting in and out of sleep. Those blue eyes pierced his dreams at night and invaded his mind during the day.