Wolf

I felt like I was on that stupid motorcycle again.

My whole, entire body vibrated.

The brightness of the sun made colors dance on the inside of my lids.

"Stupid sun. I hate you." I mumbled as I cracked my eyes open. I lifted up quickly and was greeted by a staggering pain in my temples. I turned my head to shield my eyes from the sun and saw Harry's naked, sleeping figure next to me.

"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed, as I remembered everything I'd done... we'd done... last night. Faster than I could blink, he was awake and out of the bed. How did he move so fast?

"What... who... when... where..?" He whipped his head around, examining his surroundings, "What happened?" I giggled when I saw that he was completely naked, but I couldn't help but appreciate the view. The boy is fine.

Then, my head started pounding extra hard when all my thoughts came rushing back.

I like Harry?

I like Harry!

My cheeks burned, welcoming a fresh blush that appeared across my cheeks.

"You're cute when you blush." Harry smiled at me which only made me blush more. I'm not used to feeling like this around him!

"You're naked!" I blurted, which only made the blush spread to the rest of my face. I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth. My head started to churn in pain from the sudden loudness of my words.

He looked down.

"Eh. Who cares? It isn't like you haven't seen it before. Well, granted, you were drunk during our all night shag fest."

"And you weren't? And what do you mean all night?" My embarrassment over ruled my pain.

"No. All I had was those three shots with the salt and lime that Erin so strategically placed on you. And I mean we went at it a few times. Please tell me I wasn't so bad to not remember!"

"Ugh!" I groaned and hid my face in the blankets, hiding my face as the other three times we did it played through my head. I remembered that Erin was the blonde boy who kissed me. Ew... he's my friend!

"I just have one question." I peeked half my face out to see that he now had on boxers and was in the process of pulling on his jeans.

"Hm?" I asked, ignoring the urge to hide my face. Why wasn't it the same between us?

"Did you really mean what you said last night?"

"Depends on what I said." I mumble. This time his face turned red.

"About liking me." I saw the vulnerability on his face and I remembered why he was my best friend. Why I like him. I sat all the way up and used the blanket to shield my chest.

"Is that really what you were worried about? Drunk or not, do you think I'd give my v-card to some guy that I cared nothing about?" He smiled at me.

"Dylan Rose, you are so complicated. I just wanted to hear you say it." I smiled back at him as he sat on the bed next to me. I brought my face up to level with his.

"Yes. I, Dylan Nicole Rose, am he'd over heels for you, Mr. Harold Edward Styles." I smiled coyly at him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"Hey bro, I let you stay all night but you gotta go. Lyssa isn't gonna be happy if she comes home to freshly shagged in sheets." I turned my head to find a smirking Erin with his eyebrows raised. I guess he was responsible for the party.

"Here." He tossed me a bag of my clothes and a t-shirt that read, "I ain't even mad, bro!"

"I figured you didn't wanna put back on the shirt you had on. Harry ripped it and I don't sew." He made an apologetic face. Aww! My poor shirt!

"It's okay, babe. I'll buy you another one." Harry's husky voice sent a shiver down my back.

"I'm... gonna go change." I dragged the cover up with me because Erin was still watching.
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"Harry, can you take me home?" I climbed on the back of the bike without protest. He twisted to look at me.

"What's wrong?" He knew I never go home when my dad's home.

"I just... I feel sick. My stomach hurts. And I'm like... overheating. I can't... I don't... I just can't explain it."

"How 'bout I take you to my house and you can watch whatever you want and I'll be your doctor?"

"Okay." I smiled weakly. The bike revved to life and I held tightly to his waist. I leaned my head against his back and closed my eyes, still afraid of his moving killing machine.

"Dyl, we're here." I grunted into his shirt. My stomach churned and my head pounded. The world swirled with too much speed. His strong arms wrapped under my legs and neck, carrying me bridal style. As soon as we walked through his door and it closed behind us, my fever spiked and I felt pain between my legs. Probably from last night's activities. Suddenly, the world stopped moving and I felt well enough to stand. He let me down and we walked up the stairs. As we walked into Harry's room I told him I needed to use the bathroom. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't too pale or anything. I tried to remember if we used protection but quickly pushed away the thoughts of being pregnant. I wouldn't feel it this early.

I turned on the hot water and then used cold water to make it warm. I started to splash my face but when I looked in the mirror, the face I saw wasn't my own. It wasn't even human! I shook my head and my face appeared normal again but....

What was I thinking about again?

I'm not... I feel sick again... My full weight was pulled down by gravity as I writhed on the bathroom tile.

I ground my teeth, trying to hold in my screams as my bones shifted into something new. My skin tore and reformed as something completely inhuman.

I was inhuman.

My frame shook with exhaustion. and my eyes fluttered closed.

As I finished Shifting, my eyes opened.

But they opened as a new species.

When Harry walked into the bathroom I only processed one word.

Mate.

Notes

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