Harry ||12||
Harry struggled against the fog that surrounded him, growls of anger escaping past his lips, though in real life, he was making small grunting noises that weren't as threatening. In his dream, which was surrounded by black fog, he was forced to watch as members of the Council drug Louis to the middle of the room before they threw him down onto his knees in front of the most important people in their world.
Harry struggled against the chains that were locked tightly around his wrists when he seen one of the guys in the red robs pick up the long, giant branding iron they used to brand an omega who broke the rules before they either sentenced them to death, or life in prison. He felt his chest fill with fear when he realized that he couldn't break the heavy chains that were now biting against the flesh of his skin as he uselessly continued to struggle against them.
A pained noise left his mouth when he and Louis finally did make eye contact, enchanting blue eyes locked with blood shot emerald eyes. It was in that moment, when he saw the fear that the younger boys eyes held, that his alpha began to rise, growing stronger with each second that ticked by.
"I'm sorry." Harry whispered under his breath, looking directly at Louis before he pulled against the chains one last time, giving it everything he had. His muscles bulged and his arms and wrists scream in pain, but only seconds passed before metal pieces of the chain were flying across the room and Harry was on his feet, blood dripping from his wrists.
"Louis isn't the one at fault here." Harry growled, turning his dark, endless gaze up to his father, who was sitting in a large red chair. Desmond's dark eyes looked down at his, a sinisiter smile forming on his thin, chapped lips. He darkly chuckled, turning his head slightly to the right while putting his hand against his head.
"Oh son of mine... You had one duty. One duty," Desmond wickedly scolded Harry, who could only watch him with anger flaring through his veins. "You had time. I gave you time. You let time run out Harry." Desmond said as his piercing dark brown eyes looked into Louis' fearful ones, flickering back and forth to Harry's green ones.
"Father you left me no choice." Harry said through clenching teeth, taking his two hand, fisting them tightly as he looked at his father and the men with red robes surrounding them. He could only think about his poor Louis, how much fear he was feeling.
Desmond shook his head, watching his son tense up even more. Harry could no longer take the pressure. He could feel his alpha rise up higher and higher, feeling that accelerating feeling of adrenaline coursing through his blood. He went blank for a moment until someone's cries suddenly brought him back to reality. It was Louis.
"Harry, please, wake up." Someone sobbed, their voice feeble and weak, sending a rush of worry through Harry's body. His eyes suddenly snapped open and he came face to face with Louis, the smaller boy's blue eyes bright and rimmed with red, tears continuing to pour from his eyes and stain his cheeks.
"What's wrong?" Harry croaked, slowly pressing the palm of his hand against Louis cheek, sighing deeply when he felt not only the wetness from the tears, but the warmness that was radiating off of his bright red cheeks.
"Y-You were growling in your sleep and..." Louis cut off, lifting his right arm up a little so Harry could see the dark purple, hand shaped bruise that circled his wrist. "You were holding onto me so tightly and I couldn't loosen your grip." He whispered quietly, almost ashamedly, sending a wave of guilt crashing over Harry's body, knocking the air out of him and making his eyes widen.
He, Harry Styles, had hurt the omega he was meant to mate with? He had hurt someone who had done nothing to him, someone who was more innocent that any child in the world. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Harry whispered, slowly looking down at his hands.
He felt like a monster. Before, when he had blacked out and hurt people, they were always people he didn't care about or people he thought deserved it, but Louis didn't deserve any of this. He didn't deserve to be locked up in a small room with what is considered the deadliest alpha alive as they both await the moment they get the okay to fuck for a week straight.
Slowly, Harry stands up from the bed and quietly walks across the room, his bare feet making little noises though they weren't too loud. He leaned against the wall and slowly slide down, letting his head fall between his knees as he tried to control his rapidly beating heart. He heard Louis tell him to come back to the bed and that it was okay, but nothing about this was okay.
"Just get some rest, Lou." Harry whispered, glancing up at the boy with his emerald eyes, his pupil being rimmed with red as his anger began to grow, though it was anger directed towards himself and he knew if he didn't calm down in a few minutes, the hospital would have a gaping hole in the wall and half of their staff would be dead within a blink of an eye.
As he sat there, trying to control his alpha that had already broke free from Harry's mental shield, he remembered everything that had happened, including the noise that had went off before he had blacked out. Growling loudly, his anger growing and fueling his alpha even more, Harry stood up on his feet and slowly stalked towards the camera that was placed in the upper right corner by the door.
He looked up at it and smiled up at it, his mouth twisting and forming a dark, wicked smiled. "I'd open the door and let me talk to whoever is in charge here or..." He paused for a second, his now red eyes flaring a little and going a darker blood red, his sharp canines growing a little longer. "There will be a gaping hole in your door and I will kill each and every person who tries to get in my way." He whispered, lifting his hand up to the door and placing his fingernails on it, applying only a little pressure.
His upper lip curled as his fingernails dug into the metal door. He slowly drug them down, the room filling with a sound similar to someone scratching a chalkboard though this one was louder and more obnoxious. He pulled his fingers out of the door and glanced at it, grinning when he seen five long, thick gashes in the door. "Or, I can simply rip the control panel off the wall," He took a step back and grabbed a hole of the control panel next to the door, the one that read hand prints.
"It's really your choice." He said slowly, his fingers curling a little and cracking the top of the black part that surrounded the screen type thing. He stopped, however, when he heard a loud buzzing sound followed by the door popping open, revealing the nurse who had stuck him with a syringe earlier.
"They couldn't have sent someone other than you?" Harry growled, curling his hands into fists when the urge to snap her neck grew stronger with each ticking second. He rolled his eyes when she bowed her head and shook her head slowly, clearly being intimidated by him.
Spinning around, Harry smiled softly at Louis, who was watching them, then turned around and pushed his way out of the room. His alpha began to calm down, but it still stayed alert enough that Harry could still hear Louis' heartbeat and smell his flowery scent even though he was two hallways away from him.
"You're supposed to be leading the way." Harry said and stopped, his bare feet sliding against the tile floor. He looked around the hallway he was in as he waited for the woman, who was still at the other end of the hallway. He caught a few of the woman nurses staring at him, obviously checking out his almost naked body, a pair of thin boxers being the only thing that covered any part of his body.
Smiling sweetly at them, Harry took a few steps forward, stopping when he was only about three feet away from the three women. "Close your mouth, darlings. Some people may be a little to tempted to rip your jaws off when they hang like that." He said and laughed loudly when they gasped loudly, all three of them turning around and walking in different directions.
A smile still plastered on his face, Harry turned around and walked down the hallway, following after the nurse. Suddenly, everything stopped when Harry inhaled deeply, his nostrils being filled with a familiar scent. He watched in slow motion as the door the nurse was standing in front of opened and out walked a man in a black suit, his face having a few small wrinkles on it though it was like looking in a mirror.
"Dad?" Harry asked quietly, his heart skipping a beat when he realized his father was the man behind all the tests that he has ever been subjected to, the man who was supposed to protect him from harm but threw him head first into it. Everything began to fit together then, like small pieces of a puzzle that had been slowly pieced together throughout the years... Desmond Styles was the same man who tried to give Harry a normal life, but also took his sanity away...
He was the reason Harry was locked in the room with an omega who had never even got to experience what it felt like to walk across a sandy beach as the sun soaked into his skin. He was the fucking reason Louis had been scrubbed inside out, but even as Harry realized all of this, he couldn't bring himself to hate his father. He only felt such strong feelings for people who deserved it, and Des didn't even deserve Harry's hate.