Sweet Creature

//Sophia//

Zayn throws himself on the couch, catching everyone's attention. All of our eyes shoot his way, silently questioning by either raising or letting our eyebrows fall. He shakes his head, a weighted sigh coming past his parted lips. Perrie takes his hand, concern swept across her face.

"What happened?" She asks in a mumble, hoping to keep him relaxed.

We all knew why he had left earlier. He had suggested it, though, it wasn't our idea. I knew, just as well as any of them, that Harry would get very angry if anyone mentioned it to him again, especially when she was around. However, Zayn decided to be daring and go over there anyways. I would have stopped him, talked some sense into him - but I wasn't home when he left.

"He got pissed." He admits, shrugging carelessly.

"The usual." Niall smirks, adjusting Sara on his lap. She had fallen asleep almost an hour ago and he's too lazy to take her upstairs.

"What he say?" Louis questions, just as curious and nosy as the rest of us.

I try to maintain my maturity, especially around these fools, but it's difficult at the moment. I want to know just as much as any of them. Harry's a hard book to read, and he hardly ever tells us anything - even me. It's hard for him to be open, which leads me to believe that Zayn wasn't successful with his trip.

"Basically.. he told me not to speak on it again. He just doesn't want her to know.. that's his reason." Zayn's eyes flickered over to me, confirming the suspicions I had. Harry did say more than that, but Zayn wouldn't dare go behind Harry's orders and tell everyone else. Disobeying the Alpha brings someone nothing but trouble.

"Well.. I think he's doing the right thing." Perrie sighs out, falling against the back of the couch.

Zayn looked over his shoulder at her, probably giving her an ashamed look. She's the only one that has Harry's back on this, for now at least. I'm sure, like the rest of us, that she'll get tired of it. Niall scoffs at her, unbelievable it seems - she's never the one to agree with anyone on anything especially when it involves Julianne. Perrie isn't her favorite person..

"What?" She huffs, rolling her eyes at their reactions, "that's his mate, he wants her to be safe. Niall, wouldn't you do the same for Sara? Whatever it took to keep her safe. Zayn? " She passes them both wondering looks in which they each nod. I guess it's different when it's your mate.

"So.. I spoke with him the other night." Niall blurts in, breaking off the topic of Harry's decision. I sigh in relief, I am so tired of the bickering.

"About?" I cock an eyebrow at him.

"About Liam."

"What about him?" Louis seems just as confused as the others - but not me. I know exactly what he's talking about.

Perrie glances my way before saying, "You mean.. about him coming home?"

"Yeah," Niall nods, "he doesn't like the idea all that much."

"It's been months.. are you sure he hasn't changed his mind about him?" Zayn frowns, the time has been very long.

The incident with Harry and Julianne sort of shook Liam a little. He was in a very, very rough stage and I knew it would be best if he took some time away. Harry agreed with me and commanded Liam to stay away for a while, until Harry said otherwise. I have the liberty to visit him whenever I want, and I take advantage of Harry's offer as much as I can. I'm not upset about it, it's honestly what's best for us all. Julianne needs to be safe, Harry needs to remain un-distracted, and Liam needs some distance. He's fine.

"This was last week, Z. I don't think he's had a change of heart." Niall shakes his head.

It was kind of disappointing to hear, but it was true. Harry's opinion of Liam was altered many, many years ago when he done that terrible thing. I don't blame Harry for keeping him away whenever he gets the chance to.

"Well.. i told him that.. it's more likely that we'll survive this attack, or any attack for that matter, if our strength is at it's highest potential." Niall begins, taking a few breaths between sentences. "I insisted on bringing Liam back.. just for the time being."

"Shit, what did he say?" Louis laughs, amused by Niall's bravery towards Harry.

"He laughed at me.. then he asked what I was trying to do. I told him, had to explain every detail, that Julianne would be much, much safer if she was fully protected by all of us. All.. of us."

"He'll never agree to that. There's no way." Perrie said, shaking her head rapidly a few times.

I straighten my posture as I sit on the edge of the couch, my eyes roaming over each of them. They notice my silence easily, I catch a few of their stares.

"Sophia.. what do you think about this?"

Before I could reply to Zayn, something interrupted us.

"Harry said to shut the eff up, or he'll come over here and deal with you all himself." Gemma suddenly appeared in the room, a cold expression written over her face. Harry, of course, was listening in on us. I guess we all forgot about that.

That was the end of that conversation.



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//Julianne//

The silence has existed for too long, I'm very tired of it. A huff comes from me as I climb out of the bed - Harry's left me alone again. I know it was just a nap, but still, I don't like waking up without him near me. I can manage it if he's at least in the bedroom, or even the bathroom - but at the moment, I could tell that he wasn't up here at all.

As I go down the stairs, a smile creeps onto my face. I can see the back of his head as he sits on the couch, eyes glued to the television screen. Harry rarely watches the TV, so seeing him there is a little shocking to me. I try to remain as quiet as I can, but no matter how hard I try he'll always be able to hear me. Always.

"Finally waking up?" His cold voice makes me freeze in place.

What's his problem?

I gulp, we haven't argued in so long, I really hope this isn't the start of one. I push a strand of hair behind my ear as I take a few moments to compose myself. My nerves are shaking, the blood stalling in my veins. This bad attitude is very irritating to me, and it's also quite frightening. He knows that, yet he never stops himself.

"It was just a nap." I mumble out as I cross the room to join him on the couch.

When I appear in front of him, his eyes lift to stare at me. My heart stings as I notice the harshness in his eyes, he never looks at me like this - with disgust. Is something wrong? Is he.. is he finally tired of me? I gather my strength and sit down beside him, purposely making our thighs touch. I won't let him get the best of me, I refuse to let him think he's scaring me - even when he is.

He grunts, crossing his arms on his chest. His elbow nudges into my arm roughly, making me whimper. The pain was quick, but it was real.

He huffs suddenly, "Barely touched you."

I swallow the lump that was deep in my throat as I cross my hands on my lap. Surely he's just having a bad day, right? Perhaps one of the guys made him upset. I hope for the best as I adjust myself on the cushion. I slouch down, allowing my head to gently fall against his tense bicep. The muscles tighten as we touch. So.. he doesn't even want me to touch him anymore? I decide to relax, remember the things that Sophia has told me in the past - sometimes we just get irritated by things and we don't want to be bothered, but that doesn't mean we have to ignore each other, just allow some peace and quiet to build up.

"Are.. um.. are you hunting tonight?" I randomly ask this in attempt to ease the tension, I doubt it will work though, I never do anything right.

"I go every night." He snaps, his arm shifting against me - I keep my courage and let my head fall back in place.

"I was just.. just asking." My eyes linger to the television, just now noticing that it's muted.

My observations from the stairs were wrong. He wasn't watching a show, he was thinking. And, knowing Harry, he was in deep thought. I shouldn't have interrupted, I should have just admired the silence upstairs. It's different than this quietness we now share - this is hard, unbreakable, the bedroom is full of warmth and comfort.

"And I answered." He replies with no emotion in his voice.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying so damn bad to just not say anything back. it's so hard, though, to now talk to him. I love talking to him, even if he's mad at me. He's my favorite person on the planet, the only person I ever want to be with so, of course, it's difficult for me to shut up every now and then. I just want to her that comforting, smooth voice. I just want his attention..

"Why did you get out of the bed?" My question is simple, curious as usual.

His body stiffens beside me, more than it already was, "It's not healthy to sleep all day."

His words were a jab to me, and that made my heart sting again. I hate this version of him, I hate it so much.

"I missed your cuddles."

It was a tough decision to make, and it took some quick debating in my head. I decided to play innocent with him, to try to be cute. He usually likes that a lot. Mostly it naturally happens when I'm tired, or when I'm feeling extra clingy, and when I'm not feeling well. I have an excuse, since it's that lovely week of the month, to be childish. I'm going to use it to my full advantage.

Disappointment rushes through me as I realize he isn't going to respond to me. Despite the incredible heat he's giving off, he's being so distant and cold, so frigid and tense beside me. It's worrying me, only because I crave to know what's wrong with him. Was it me? Was it his own deep thoughts? Was it the pack? What.. happened..

"Are you okay?" I bite my cheek as I feel regret flooding my veins. Why on earth did I say that to him? That's definitely going to get him fired up.

"Fine."

"Are you sure?" I continued to pry, even though I know it's wrong and unnecessary.

"I said.. I'm fine." Harry makes my heart jump in my chest as he shoots off the couch.

I balance myself, sitting up straight again. My eyes glue to him as he snatches up his empty cup from the coffee table and carries himself into the kitchen. It's a task sometimes to deal with him. I miss the days when we were lived with everyone else. I could easily go and speak to Sophia if there was an issue. Zayn never hesitated to give me advice. Niall was sweet, always doing whatever I needed him to do. Even Perrie's help is something I miss. I'm beginning to think that Harry wishes we were there, too.

We officially moved into the cabin in order to work on our personal relationship. Don't get me wrong, it's done wonders for us - the separation from everyone else. Yet, it's so suffocating sometimes. He can't just escape into the woods when he's pissed off - he'd never leave me alone. And I can't confide into Sophia or Perrie when I'm feeling worthless, useless.

I know that fighting is normal for people, but for us it's almost always uncalled for. Harry has his good days, we both do, when we just love on each other and spend every second together. But then there are times like this.. when he doesn't want me around him. I can't say that I get the same, though, being without him physically hurts me.

Every now and then I have this thought pop into my head... I hate being in love with him. It's infuriating.

Something is wrong with him, something much deeper than just being irritated with me.

There's something he isn't tell me, or anyone maybe, that's eating away at his sanity, his patience. He hasn't been the same in the past few months. At least twice a week he gets so quiet, so distant from me. I try, and sometimes it works, to drag him back into reality. Sometimes, for instance today, it isn't worth it.

I hurry into the kitchen, I will not let him win this time. I am so tired of this crap, the same old shit - he either has to stop it.. or we can't keep doing this. I can't be with someone who constantly locks himself away. It's perfectly fine for him to ask me millions of questions and force me into admitting everything. Why can't I do the same?

"Harry." I keep my voice firm.

He looks over his shoulder before opening the fridge. He seriously isn't doing this to me right now, is he? Ignoring me?

"Harry." I repeat more sternly than before. Yet, he doesn't budge.

I wait until he's grabbed a bottle of water and shut the fridge door. He turns in my direction but his eyes don't meet my gaze.

"Harry." I say his name again, trying to sound powerful even though I'm sure I'm failing miserably.

Without a word in return, he takes his water and begins walking. Just as I thought he was going to approach me, he goes straight past me - his shoulder bumping purposely into my own. I snarl, he's such an idiot. No proper thinking occurs in my head as I spin around and grab his wrist from his side. I sink my nails down into his skin, anchoring myself to him.

He stops in his trail, yanking his arm but I refuse to let it go. He turns to face me, my nails digging deep into his flesh at this point. I glance down, surprised when I see there's a little blood coming out underneath my index finger - his blood.

"What do you want?!" He yells at me, roughly shoving my hand away.

I stumble back, not expecting to be so effected by his loud voice. His eyes are wild, I can't see any beauty in them - just the monster that lives in his soul. I bite down on my bottom lip, the fear evident on my face I'm sure. His glowing eyes stare holes through me, a look of pure hatred.

"I fuckin' said what do you want!" He bellows out, steam flying out of his ears as the anger consumes him.

I hate this, I hate it when he's like this. This isn't my Harry, he isn't the person I fell in love with.. And I'm starting to deeply believe that I'm not the one he loves either.. because if he loved me, if he really loved me, he wouldn't do this to me constantly. He's tried to say it's more than just the imprinting - but it's hard to see that. He's forced to be with me... and he can't stand it.

"What's wrong?" He laughs darkly, the frustration still present on his features, "Cat got your fuckin' tongue?"

My mind acted before allowing my heart to intervene - my hands slam against his hard chest in a poor attempt to push him backwards. He scoffs in disbelief, probably surprised that I tried to fight him. Just as quick as I had moved, he takes his own hand and throws it against my shoulder.

I trip over my feet and fall onto the floor, whining as I rest my hand over my shoulder. I can feel the bruise forming on my skin, the pain and the impact - it hurt.. He's done it again.. he's hurt me.

"Fuck off, yeah?" His lips form a straight line as he gives me one last loathing look.

I couldn't react in any way as I watched him leave the room as if nothing happened between us. He's broken my heart again.

Nothing new, I guess.

Notes

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