Wolf Writing- Harry Styles/(teen wolf AU) Short Story

Wolf Writing

The smell of coffee filled the room and enveloped my nostrils. The place was almost empty just like any other late morning, which is why I decided to make this my home away from home. I finished writing on my journal the paragraph I was in and put my pen down. Most screenwriters would use a laptop but like my family had always told me- I'm an old soul. The bell by the door rang signaling the presence of somebody new. I turned my head and saw the same girl I had seen the past week I was here. She had dark straight hair coming down; it was a few shades darker than mine. She looked me in the eyes and I noticed a flash of disappointment before she looked away. Oh that's right I was sitting in the same table she had been sitting last week. It's not my fault I was sitting here... Then again I have a thing for trying new things with new people, well in this situation new sits, and this was the last place I haven't sat in.

"Hey,"

She turned, facing me her eyebrows arched up in confusion.

"Did I take your seat?"

"Oh no it's fine I-I- don't really-"

I waved her denial away. "Look you want to seat here, I want to seat here- lets both seat here." She stood there contemplating my offer. "It's just a table." She smiled gratefully and giving in made her way in front of me. "So what brings you to this lovely establishment on this day?" She looked slightly taken back. "What? Too personal?"

"No, I'm just not the type to talk to strangers."

"Oh funny, that's all I ever seem to do besides writing that is, I'm Harry." I stretched out my hand to her but she just stared at it, awkwardly I brought my hand to my green beanie and fixed a loose curl under it.

"Hope"

"Pardon me?"

"My name is Hope."

"Hope.. That's a beautiful name."

"Thanks." She whispered. She brought her hand to the table and with it came a book.

"Looking For Alaska huh, you're a reader."

"Who isn't?"

"Well I'm a screenwriter." I mentioned as I showed her my journal. I could see her eyes squint as she tried to read my writing from across the table. "Want me to read it to you?"

"Uh.. I don't know.."

"Aww c'mon just a little, you know you want to know the story." I smirked as I saw her put her book down and wait for me to start reading.

"I can't get out I'm stuck! Dad!" I could see my dad looking at me outside the upside down car.

"I'm sorry Scott." He started to run away from me.

"No PLEASE! Don't leave me! Dad!" There was so much smoke I started coughing. "Please! I can't breathe!" I cried out. "I can't...." Everything went dark.

"Aghh" There was a shooting pain on my shoulder.

"It gets better don't mind it, then again it could get worse it depends on how you look at it really."

A tall tan guy with jet-black hair and green eyes said as he approached me, he seemed to be in his twenties. "Who are you? What did you do to me?"

"I saved you-"

"What but the doors were jammed how-"

"I tore them off."

"....Okay.. Well thanks for saving me but I have to go." I started to stand and walk towards the only door in this warehouse-like place."

"Go where? To find your father?"