Louis paused, his chest heaving as he gasped for any semblance of air left in the room. "What? You're my what?" He managed to stutter out, his blue eyes shining with fury as he stared at the man in front of him. The man he spent the last two years despising. "Mate." Harry responded, his voice raspy and leveled despite being attacked moments ago by the smaller male standing before him. Louis felt as though the room started spinning, his heart rate accelerating as he absorbed this new information. "I'm your mate."