*Smut*

"So being mated to Louis," Kendall chats, making me feel weird. "Does it make you any closer?"

I shrug.

"We don't talk any different," I smile. "I guess the closest thing we do is-,"

I can't talk to her about his scent. I cut myself off, but she's already looking at me.

"Right, so remember that it's weird, but I can't help it," I start. "We have to scent share."

She frowns.

"Scent share?"

"I need to sniff him, he needs to sniff me." I admit.

"Sniff him? Where?" She sounds confused.

"His neck," I sigh, feeling the need for it now. "I just - I need his scent. All the time. It's the mating thing."

She doesn't say anything for a second.

"And he needs to sniff you?" She frowns.

"Yeah, mostly under my ear," I point to where he does it. "It's a weird need, but I literally can't stay away."

She hums to herself.

I suppose she wants me to turn around and say she smells better, but she really doesn't. Nothing compares.

"Hurry up," Zayns voice says nearby. "The guys are already here."

Zayn walks in with Louis, who was very excited, his heart racing overtime. How odd. He looks amazing as always, tight clothes and girly hair, his cheeks lightly flushed.

"Don't you love Sweden?" He asks Zayn. "It's so pretty, like insanely pretty. And it's cold. I don't like the cold. I need a jumper. I like jumpers cause they're warm. Zayn. Zayn? Are you listening to me?"

He is very excited. How cute. It's all over Sweden.

"Louis," Zayn sighs loudly. "You've been like this all day. Please stop."

"Doing what?" Louis replies, looking and feeling confused. "I've done nothing. Just talking. I like talking to you. You're a nice talker. Did you know that? And a good listener."

Zayn turns, holding Louis' pretty face in his hands.

"Louis," Zayn stares. "You don't need to say everything in one sentence."

"Your hands are warm," Louis smiles. "I like being warm. Do you use moisturiser? Cause your hands are really soft. Like silk. I like silk. It's very smooth, like milkshake."

He's so cute. How haven't I noticed before? I can feel every thought before he's said it, and it just falls from his mouth. And how well his face lights up when he smiles. He turns to grin at me, clearly sensing my amusement and I return it. How can Zayn stand so close and not shove his face in Louis' neck? Oh right, he's Beta. He can't smell it.

"I give up," Zayn groans. "I've heard his life story today."

"I'm - I'm just excited," Louis smiles. "I can't calm down."

"Just sit down over there," Zayn points to a chair opposite me and Kendall. "And try."

He huffs, annoyed at Zayn for stopping him. He sits and I watch as he attempts to calm down but failing, fidgeting around. It makes me laugh, and he turns to smile because of my amused thoughts of him.

He's asleep five minutes later, and in a small ball in the chair. I have no idea how he does it.

"He's pretty, isn't he?" Kendall asks me, leaning against my side.

"Yeah," I respond, watching as he sleeps. I catch myself, realising my girlfriend is leaning against me. "You're prettier."

It's a lie. He's probably the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Easily. But he's still a 'he'.

She doesn't say anything else, just sitting against me as I play on my phone. I look up every so often at the pretty boy in front of us, hair across his face, eyelashes pressed to his red cheeks, pink lips slightly open. He has no idea how attractive he is.

"Harry!" A voice shouts over as I'm looking at Louis, grabbing my attention. Peter, our stage manager. "I need to talk to you."

I pat Kendall's thigh, leaning to kiss her cheek.

"See you later," I say. "I'll probably have sound check after."

"Okay." She smiles.

I leave her, walking up to Peter.

We talk about positioning on stage for about 10 minutes before we decide to start sound check. Louis still isn't here.

"I'll go and get Louis," Niall says. "One second."

I frown as soon as I pick up on Louis' emotions now I'm paying attention. He's really upset. His thoughts are full of self hatred, and it's so sudden. What's happened? Did he have a bad dream?

Niall gets his attention because I feel how he jumps and I wait to see him. I need to see he's okay.

But with the way he joins us on stage with his head down, I can't tell. He's really hurt.

What happened?

"We'll start with 'Wolves', okay?" Peter calls. "Are you all ready?"

We answer but Louis remains in his thoughts.

"Louis." Peter calls over to him, and I can feel his embarrassment as he quickly looks up, cheeks burning.

"Sorry, yeah?" He replies, he's so embarrassed.

A huge wave of self hatred washes over him, and it hurts.

"Ready?"

He isn't.

"Yeah, okay." He lies.

It goes really badly, Louis' voice breaking from lack of confidence. What the hell has made him so upset? What's worse is I find I hate it, wanting to make him feel better.

Zayn walks over after the music has cut, talking to Louis. He somehow picks Louis up, making him a little amused, complimenting him.

Louis pushes his hair back, and Zayn gives the stage manager a thumbs up to continue.

The music starts up again, and. Zayn starts dancing around Louis like an idiot, trying to take his mind off it. He pulls Louis in to dance when it's Louis' turn to sing, Louis letting him twirl him like a girl.

I wonder if he realises he's singing the best he ever has, and I wish I could've made him feel better.

I sing the chorus, loving how much happier Louis is, and I have to hand it to Zayn. He was a good friend.

At the end of gig later, Louis is really happy again. I wait for Kendall by my dressing room, she's gone to the toilet.

Someone bumps into me as they come around the corner, and from how little they weigh and from the huge wave of gorgeous scent that gets thrust into my chest, it can only be Louis.

"Sorry," He blushes, pulling back to look up at me. "Are you okay?"

I laugh.

"You always ask that, Louis," I smirk. He's still worried he'd hurt me. "And I always say what?"

"That I - I need to weigh something?" He tucks his hair back, looking away to blush. It makes me look at his neck, wanting his scent more.

"Can I sniff you quickly? It's all I can smell now." I ask, and he gets the urge to sniff me too.

He jumps though, heart sinking, fear spreading through him. What is this? I look at where he's looking, and spot Kendall coming back.

"Oh, hi Louis." She says politely.

He blushes, struggling to maintain eye contact with her.

"I'm - Zayns waiting for me."

He quickly leaves, tripping up on the way out. Why is he scared of Kendall? It makes no sense. His emotions have literally dropped straight out of nowhere again, all self worth out of the window. Is he jealous of her looks?

"Are you coming back with me?" She asks, smiling.

"Yeah," I answer, upset that I didn't get to sniff Louis. "Sure."

Should I have followed him?

The whole journey I'm aware of Louis' constant self hatred, overriding his tiredness.

We make it back to her hotel but the second I get out, I'm aware of how it's made him cry. I shouldn't have left him.

"I have to go." I say to Kendall.

"Why?" She looks confused. "You just got here."

"But Louis isn't okay," I fret. "I need to go."

He's crying so hard, his pain is hurting me.

"It's not always about Louis." She looks upset.

"Everything is about Louis," I glare. I don't need to be having an argument about this right now. "He's mine, and I need to see if he's okay."

"What about me?" She exasperates.

I don't need to say it. What about her? Louis is more important.

"Seriously?" She freaks out. "He's a man."

"It's not like that, and you know it!" I growl back at her. "You're not an Alpha, you aren't mated, so you don't know. I need to see him."

"It is like that," She spits back, and anger crawls down my spine. "You stare at him. You smile at him like he's the only one. You don't even notice it, do you?!"

He's still crying, and having her be like this is making me so frustrated.

"Like it or not, he is the only one!" I shout. "When he's happy, it makes me happy. And right now he isn't. So I'm going."

"You love him." She looks like she's going to cry.

"No, I don't," I snap. "He's my mate. It's different."

"How?!" She shrieks. "How is it any different?"

"I don't have time for this!" I growl. "I'm leaving. I'll ring you tomorrow."

I turn away, getting into the nearest taxi, desperate to get to Louis, who hadn't stopped crying the whole time me and Kendall were fighting.

I reach his hotel room 15 minutes later, and he was still crying. It really hurts me, and I just need to make him better.

I knock the door loudly, making him jump. He's intrigued who's at the door, but he's so upset he hasn't realised its me.

I hear his gentle cough behind the door, worrying someone would notice he'd been crying.

"Who is it?"

He sounds awful, and it makes me feel so much worse.

"Harry," I reply. "Let me in."

"I'm in my boxers." He calls back, and I think he doesn't realise I know he's crying against the door. He's full of self hate, upset over his own body. I don't care if he's in his boxers, I need to stop this.

"Open. The. Door." I demand.

He concedes, opening the door, and poking his head around. My heart breaks at the sight of his perfect face, eyes pink, lashes wet, cheeks stained from his tears. It hurts seeing him like this, it confuses me.

"Why are you crying?" I ask, my voice gentle, trying to soothe him.

"'Cause I am." He sniffs.

I push into the hotel room, unable to avoid it as he was being so vague. I close the door, Louis' sob making me turn.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I knew he had a great body but wow. Wow, wow, wow. It's like looking in one of those swimsuit magazines, seeing a female body so toned and tight, she could only be a model. But it's Louis. And his body is exactly the same except for having no breasts.

It's all smooth and slender, no marks, no freckles, no moles. Just gently tanned skin and it's almost too much to look at how flawless it is. His stomach is completely flat and toned, his waist curvy and tight, a natural line from being feminine above his stomach. His legs are slender, hairless, his small waist meeting his hips perfectly, and dipping in again to meet his legs.

He has collar bones, dipping in, meeting his thin unmuscular arms, dropping to meet his dainty wrists and small hands.

It's all so fucking attractive, but he's a man.

He's a woman with no breasts, and a dick.

He starts crying again, taking me from my confusion at his body.

"Don't cry," I beg. "Please tell me why you're crying."

He tucks his soft hair behind his ear.

"Cause I'm ugly." He sniffs loudly, a tear rolling from his blue eye down to his jaw.

I look at everything again. Is he being serious? Doesn't he see what everyone else sees?

"You're what?"

"'M ugly," He sobs. "And - and nobody will want me."

Everyone wants you, I've had to protect him so many times. Where is this coming from?

"Are we seeing the same thing?" I ask.

"It's - it's all too girly!" He whines. "Like who wants a girly boy? And I'm - I'm not pretty. So ugly."

Somethings wrong here.

"No you're not," I say, confused. "Who told you this?"

"No - no one," He looks down. "Just - I think it."

He lied to me. Someone told him he was ugly.

I move in, needing to know. He can't just lie to me. He knows as well, that I'd notice he'd lied.

"You were so happy this morning, and then you weren't," I pull his chin up, immediately aware he wants to hide his face. "Who told you?"

He sniffs, tears freely falling. He deliberates, wanting to tell me because he didn't want to upset me, getting upset because he didn't want to tell me.

"Louis." I say for emphasis.

His blue eyes blink at me, damp, eyelashes pretty, and cheeks stained pink. He closes his eyes.

"K-Kendall."

See, now I know he's not lying, and I really wish he was.

Of course it was, it all makes sense. The argument me and Kendall just had.

I need to know more, aware I'm getting angry.

"What did she say?" I demand, him snapping his pretty eyes open again. He knows I know he's not lying. I wonder if he thought I would ignore it because she's my girlfriend.

"She - she said I was trying to be cute for you, and - and that I was trying to be pretty to get you to notice me," His lip wobbles horribly. "Then she said I was ugly, and no one would want me because I'm mated. She told me to stay away, cause your - your hers, not mine."

He wasn't trying to be cute, he just was.

He doesn't try to be pretty to get me to notice him, he just is.

I can't believe she'd tell him he was ugly. And that she would tell him to stay away. I'm his, not hers.

"And I can see it," He rambles. "I'm ugly and - and I'm too girly. Like, and too small. And my - my waist, it's weird."

"Don't be silly," I say. "She's jealous. She wants to be as pretty as you, and to have a body like yours. Don't let it get you down."

He hangs his head.

"But what about being unwanted?" He asks, voice too gentle. "No one will want me because we're mated."

"Pull a girl," I say. "You've done it before."

"I don't find girls attractive anymore," He admits, blushing. "It's just - I can only compare myself to girls. I don't know what I want."

Oh. I didn't see that coming. This is new. When did he decide this?

"Have you - do you find boys attractive then?"

He blushes again.

"Well, I - I mean, I don't know," He stutters. "I've not - I've not actually thought about it."

"Do you think I'm attractive?" I ask.

"I've always thought you were attractive," He says. "Even as Beta."

"You did?" I frown.

"I was jealous," He says, blushing. "I've always been jealous of you."

How can he be jealous of me? He has no idea.

"And now you have a body like this," I gesture down at him. "And you're jealous of me?"

He blushes harder at my compliment.

"You don't think it's weird?" He asks, referring to his body.

"Not at all," I say. "It's definitely new, but not bad. Don't pay attention to her. Believe what I say, yeah?"

I need him to trust me, to forget what Kendall had said.

"Okay," He blushes for me. "If you think so."

I bring my hands up to wipe at his cheeks, thumbs wiping his old tears away. I'll never let anyone make him feel like this again.

"I've decided I hate seeing you cry," I smile at him. "So I'll kill whoever makes you do it again, okay?"

He laughs, thinking I'm being over the top. If he actually knew, it wouldn't make him laugh.

"If you say so." He grins, lighting up his whole face, and it's so much better than seeing him cry. He looks like an angel.

"Can I sniff you now? I've stood next you this whole time." I ask, my hands still on his face.

He nods, and I move in, so ready for it.

My whole body flinches when my face is in his neck. I'm face to face with our mating mark, and I had never truly seen it. Not without blood all over it

"Oh," I say, because he's noticed me pausing. "I haven't seen it since I did it."

This is what makes you mine. God, it looks great against his skin.

"Yeah it's there." He laughs.

It's really pretty, but maybe that's because it's mine. This is what makes him mine, and it's pretty like him. It looks a little raised, I wonder what it feels like.

"You know what happens when I touch it," Louis panics. "Please don't."

I really want to touch it, but I do know his point. I couldn't. It makes us feel pleasure, and that's not what we needed right now.

He smells so strong though, so I hold his shoulders to gently sniff at it. Oh. It's so much stronger here.

Louis tip toes to sniff at me, holding my arm and neck to maintain balance, enjoying it.

Oh, it's so much nicer here. How have I only just discovered this? I always want to do it here. I slide my hand into the middle of his back, pulling him in closer, so I can sniff harder. Oh fuck, so nice.

I'm slightly aware of how soft his skin was just then, almost moving my hand again just to get the same feeling.

He moves to sniff hard under my ear, thinking horribly possessive thoughts over it for the first time ever, and it makes me hold him tighter, sniffing in hard.

Then he starts thinking stupidly submissive thoughts about me needing his scent, and before I know it, my nose is directly on the mark.

Louis cries out from the joint pleasure, both of us reacting straight away, hands gripping hard into each other. The pleasure is stronger when I touch it.

We're both panicking, our bodies tight with pleasure.

"Harry," Louis panics. "Move or I'll - you don't wanna see me-,"

I can't. I really can't pull away. His scent is so strong, so potent, it's forcing me to stay here because the longer I do, the stronger it gets.

He gasps out against my neck, fingers clawing at my back, and I smell something so deliciously sweet and like his scent, I know he just got wet. I slam him into the nearest wall without even thinking. He's an Omega but a man, but I know what my body wants.

I'm so fucking hard in my boxers it hurts. Especially with Louis wanting to touch himself because he's equally erect. Why can't I move? I need to move away.

I don't want to move, this scent is mine, and no one can make me move.

I don't know what to do with myself when I grind myself into Louis, who whines loudly at the sensation. He's confused at enjoying it, wondering because he still thinks he's straight.

So am I! What are we doing?!

This is pure instinct and we know it. Being mated is making this worse for us. Our skin is hot, bodies tight with need, in equal amounts of pleasure, and we both need release.

I find myself grinding in again, growling into his neck because of how he smells, that it's wrong, that I can't stop. All of it. I can't stop though, because we're enjoying it. Something about that is forcing me to continue.

My hands are already dropping down to touch his waist, and he grunts, thinking about how big my hands are, how warm my skin is, and how confused he is because he really likes it.

God, his skin is so soft, stomach so tight and I'm so glad he feels like a girl here, because I'm definitely grinding into a cock.

With the way I keep grinding into him, his scent is through the roof. All I can smell is his wetness, needing to touch it, to fill it, but I won't. He's a man.

Louis' confused, but he whines out like a girl with each time my hips press into his, meaning he definitely enjoyed it.

I'm close to coming, and for some reason I know he is too. I sniff hard at his neck, gasping hard because it burns when it goes down.

Louis comes sharply, his body trying to cave in on itself. I follow straight away, yelling out into his neck, toes curling from how hard I come into my boxers. I react from it, biting so hard into his neck on instinct, breaking the skin anew. I feel Louis' wave of pleasure from my bite.

Standing there against the wall, we gasp into each other's necks. What the fuck just happened?

No! I pull back sharply, left looking at a sexually flushed Louis, his neck bleeding. He's a man. We just - and we both -

What do I say? I can't say anything. That was far too odd. I'm straight. I just humped at a man, and came into my boxers. I pull away from him, desperately leaving his hotel room.

Louis doesn't know what to think as I leave him. He's confused because he enjoyed it. Just like me.

Louis falls asleep on his bed, thinking confused thoughts.

I barely sleep the night, shocked and apalled at myself.

Is this because we're mated?