Shades of Styles

7

Louis:

The scent of dark chocolates and rosemary was the most heady at where I was snuggling, I whined and pushed my nose to the same soft surface. Even though the smell was making me stir with need it wasn't enough because some part of it felt incomplete as if there was something missing. My omega was howling for some reason,

"Alpha." I whined my hands searching for my alpha on the bed, when I found nothing but plain sheets I slowly opened my eyes,

"Harry!" I called out sitting upright, wincing at the pain in my ass and the strain in my body. Fuck did he meant this when he said I won't be able to sit and walk?

"Hazza!" I called again rubbing my eyes, the view of the window indicating that it was evening which meant we slept throughout the day. I gathered the sheets around my body and stood up from the bed almost falling, my thighs were trembling so much.

I sighed and sat back on the bed, my eyes flitting over to the bedside table, a note and a dish of something was kept there. Frowning I leaned and picked the note first,

Paul's gonna take you home. Eat this.

Goodbye. H.

I could hear the sound of my heart breaking, crumpling the stupid note I threw it across the room, of course he left, tears burned my eyes and eventually began to fall. I cried and cried sitting all naked in the hotel room before gathering myself, my clothes were kept neatly on the chair, that asshole had also cleaned me up well. I didn't eat that stupid thing on the table instead dressed myself as quickly as possible and left the room.

Jumping when the same broad man from earlier met me, he stood tall and large, "Go to your boss and say I said a fuck you to him. I can get a cab for myself." I snarled, the alpha in front of me raised his brow,

"Ma'am I don't think I can let you go alone. You reek of pheromones, and not yours but Mr.Styles'." I scoffed, "Of course that territorial asshole scent marked me. I'm leaving, Paul wether you like it or not." I was ready to make a run when burly arms held me by my waist, "Let go off me!" I thrashed but he only walked further. I was literally hanging from the ground,

"Mr.Styles told me to tackle you to the car if I have to and I only comply orders, Ma'am." I hissed at him but accept my faith and swore to myself that this will be the only time I'm letting Harry Styles have his way with me. Fuck him.

Tears threatened to fall my eyes because Harry just fled away, "I've never seen Mr.Styles being so considerate for someone if that makes you feel better, Miss Tomlinson." Paul's voice comes and I look up to see him from the mirror, "You don't have to cover up for him." I mumble with a small smile, I felt bad for troubling him while I was simply angry at Harry.

"I'm sorry for giving you a trouble and talking harshly. I just...it's so sad that he left without an explanation. And then he expects me to follow each and every word of his." I whisper and a bottle of crisp water is handed to me, "Thanks Paul. And please call me Louis or Lou." He nods,

"Don't forget to deliver that coward my sweet message, Paul." I grunted, wobbling to my way back my place, I removed the keys and opened the door only to shriek because Some man wait no it's Harry's brother, Luke something, on top of my very naked best friend,

"Zee!" I yelled and they both scrambled from the couch, the guy covering Zayn first and then himself, "Sorry, Lou. Didn't know you were going to come back so early." My stupid friend says blushing profusely, the scent of bergamot and Zayn's honey making me sick, I breathe through my nose glaring at the brown eyed puppy looking guy,

"You have three seconds to run before I grab an axe and vanish the Styles' line forever." I threaten, my voice taking an angry growl, "Lou what happened?" Zayn asks, "Tell this bloody Styles to go away, Zayn." I grit, "Liam, babe, I'll call you later, 'Kay. Louis' Uhm as you can see a bit angry." Liam, apparently is his name as leans and kisses Zayn's mouth, I look away because it brings me back memories which are the hardest to forget, "Laters, baby." He mumbles.