This chapter is for every single person who has ever felt different, weird or out of place. 

Let me tell you all that being different is good, that's what makes us... us, so now if someone tells you that you are different or weird, simile at them and say thank you. There is no better compliment than being called different or weird. 

I love you all! 

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A soft sigh left Harry's lips, the alarm ringing loud besides him, "Harry, sweety," his grandma called him from behind the door, knocking softly on it, "turn the alarm off and come here to eat breakfast, today is a new day," he heard his grandma walk away after saying that.

It's a new day. His life was pretty calm at the moment, he had a beautiful flower shop that he was in charge of, a grandma who he loved with his whole heart, and that.

He was 27 years old, and he could say that he had never had a real friend to laugh with, or someone to tell all those heart-baking stories to, but who would want to be near a damaged alpha like him?.

Nobody.

Not even his mothers loved him.

His childhood was a living hell after he changed houses, he would never forget that blue-eyed alpha, he was the only one who managed to make him happy and he was only three years old.

Jenna and Emma treated him well, with love and respect, but that was until the baby arrived, Mia Styles, a beautiful omega with a scent as sweet as flowers; she was the family's light.

Harry and Mia Styles were the luckiest kids, their mothers were lovely and almost perfect... and so they were, until Harry's first heat arrived.

All that love that he received was day to day transformed into words full of hate and disgust, those who he believed were his dearest friends, the ones he trusted almost with his whole life, became the same people who exposed him to all the school.

Each heat was worse than the one before, it killed him that he felt a necessity to be taken and felt the knot burst inside of him. He didn't want to give his knot to someone, we wanted to be knotted.

The only one who stayed by his side was his grandma, Yaya Styles. His mothers decided to abandon him, but not before saying a bunch of hateful words that broke his heart even more.

Now he lives with his grandma, since he was 15 actually, away from his family; back in the city where he once was so happy as a child.

He owns a small flower shop,still no friends and with just his grandma to love him, hiding his deepest and darkest secret with omega pills.

He won't hide or lie about the fact he always dreamt of finding someone who loved him despite that horrible defect of his.

His dream vanishes as each day goes through, his desire of having someone and giving them children deepens into the dark corners of his heart.

Not a single alpha would want someone like him.

A broken and damaged alpha.

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"Good morning," his deep and sleepy voice made a presence in the small living room. Yaya smiled at her grandson before getting up to get his breakfast, "I can do that for myself, grandma," Harry said as he ran to take his breakfast from her hands.

"I like to serve you, puppy," she pinched his cheek, "you are my baby."

"I am no longer a baby," he laughed cutely.

"For me, you will always be a baby," Harry shook his head with a smile printed on his face. He began eating his breakfast, making some funny faces to his grandma to show her how delicious the food was.

"This was delicious," he kissed Yaya's forehead, "I'll go take a shower so that we can open the flower shop." The omega just nodded at him.

Harry washed the dishes he used, gaining a few scolds from Yaya because of it, then he walked to his room and left out a loud sigh when he saw his untied bed and messy nest, he huffs and walks past that to get to the bathroom.

A few minutes later he found himself staring at his reflection on the mirror. He was wearing khaki Jeans and a flower yellow shirt, he smiled at himself because he loved the way he looked that day.

Downstairs he found his grandma moving some things in the shop, he left a soft hiss on her forehead and changed the sign on the front door from closed to open.

Let the new day begin.

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"Thanks for your purchase, I hope your couple enjoys the flowers." Harry said with amability, gaining a small smile from the betta. Yaya entered the place carrying a flower pot full of soil, she was going to plant some new flowers. Harry ran behind her and took the pot out of her hands, "grandma!" he called her out softly, "don't walk around carrying heavy things, you can call me so that I can help you with them,"he shook his head when he heard his grandma's grunt.

"I can do that by myself," she complained, "I am a very capable omega," she walked behind her grandson, going out of the flower shop, "you can leave it there, it is going to look wonderful by the side of those sunflowers." Harry does as told.

"I know you are a very capable and strong omega," he ran to the kitchen, grabbed a chair and took it outside for his grandma to sit on, "but I don't want you getting hurt or sick, grandma." Harry made a small pout with his lips.

"Aww," Yaya kissed his cheeks, "what am I going to do when you get married and leave this house?" Harry blushed a little.

"I won't leave you," he made a face, "I don't think I will be able to find someone who wants me. Nobody wants a damaged and weird alpha as their couple." Now it was Yaya who made a face, but this time with a little bit of anger.

"You are not a damaged alpha, you are incredible, my love." She took Harry's face between her hands, "and I know that there is someone out there who is going to love you," Harry shook his head, "yes puppy, yes there is. You will find the love of your life, and when that happens," she looked straight to Harry's green eyes, "when that happens I will be so happy for you."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, grandma I am already 27, I'm turning old," he stepped away from her, "I don't think that there is someone... out there, and if there is," he sighed, "I don't think that they would love me."

"There is always someone out there." Yaya seated on the chair Harry had brought.

Harry left out another sigh before going back into the shop. He didn't have much faith left on finding that special someone for him, and if his grandma was right, if there truly was someone somewhere out there that was meant for him, why were they taking so long to come into his life?

Harry's inner wolf moved a little, his tail between his legs; he was sad because there was no one who truly loved him.

Many hours went by, clients getting in and out of the shop, some of them were mean to Harry, claiming that he was working in an 'omega's job' instead of spending his days in an office. Harry sighed, tired of all the comments, not a single soul asked about the meaning of the flowers they were buying, they just picked a pretty one,paid for it and left with no goodbye.

The sound of the bell announced a new client, Harry sighed and lifted his head with, to his own displeasure, a fake smile on his face. "Welcome to Flowers H, how can I help you?" The omega and alpha smiled at him.

"Hello," Jabos said looking deeply into the alpha, he believes that he had saw him somewhere else, but he can't remember where or when.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, walking out of the paying place to stand in front of the omega. "Sir, can you hear me?" Jacob frowned.

"Don't call me sir," Jacob growls softly, "I'm still young." Harry laughed adorably.

"I'm sorry. Young man, are you feeling alright?" Jacob laughed, Tom appeared and stood besides his grandma.

"Mommy Jay, these flowers are beautiful." Tom looked at the alpha that was there, "Good afternoon."

Harry was about to answer the young alpha when the omega spoke, "do I know you from somewhere?" The curly alpha frowned a little before opening his eyes in shock.

"Mr. Jacob Tomlinson?" The omega frowned again, "sorry, it's just that I'm used to it," he laughed nervously, "I'm Harry, do you remember me?" Tom looked at the adults with his full attention on them.

"Aww, you are Harry," Jacob smiled, "I was sure I recognized you from somewhere," the omega hugged him tightly, "how are you? What has happened in all these years? Your mothers never talked to us again after you left." Harry made a sad face with the mention of his mothers.

"Grandma?" Tom called Jacob.

"Oh, sorry," he laughed softly. Harry frowned a little, 'grandma'? If his memory is right, Jacob only had Louis, did they have another baby? Or maybe...

Harry's inner wolf howled with sadness.

"Tom, come here,"the called one took his grandma's hand, "I'll like to present you to Harry, Harry Styles. He was your father's best friend when they were puppies," he laughed, "they were really cute."

His wolf decided it was better to go to sleep.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Harry extended his hand for Tom to shake it.

"The pleasure is all mine," Tom shook his hand, "it's good to meet you," he laughed, "mommy Jay and dad Martin won't stop talking about you, it's nice to put a face to the name." Jacob made a mock sound.

Harry blushed, "oh well," Yaya walked down the stairs slowly.

"Harry, puppy, the food is done." Yaya looked at the omega, "Jacob?" The omega nodded with a huge smile on his face, "ow, it's so good to see you again, omega," she said as they hugged tightly, "and who is this handsome puppy?" Tom blushed a little.

"He is my grandson, Tom Tomlinson." He said proudly.

"Louis is a dad?" Jacob nodded and Harry smiled. His childhood best friend found someone who loved him, "how old are you, Tom?" The young alpha walked towards the elder lady.

"I'm 15 years old, ma'am." He said with extreme politeness.

15? Louis and him only have a two-year difference. That meant that Louis had been a very young father.

"Oh, what a handsome young alpha," Yaya squeezed his cheek, Tom only closed his eyes and smiled, "what brings you here?"

"Oh, we are here to buy some flowers. It's for the birthday of my puppy's omega." Tom blushed.

"Then you are in the right flower shop!" Yaya took Harry's arm, who was still thinking about how young the alpha was. "Harry, show them all those beautiful flowers that we have," the curly one nodded, going back into the real world and out of his thoughts.

Minutes went by with Harry explaining with excitement the meaning of each flower as Tom and Jacob heard him closely. Yaya was just there, checking on some roses.

At the end, the bouquet was made with the best flowers he had in the shop, and Tom couldn't be happier with the result.

"Thanks for the flowers," he smiled, "they are beautiful"

"Your omega will love them." Harry gave him the shop's card.

"How much is it?" Jacob looked into his purse.

"It's free, put it on the store," his dimples appeared, "it was nice to see you again." Jacob smiled fondly.

"I hope we can stay in touch and talk a little more," Harry nodded, "my dearest Yaya," the omegas hugged.

"I hope to see you back soon," she kissed Tom's cheek.

Tom and Jacob walked out of the shop with a smile, the omega looked at his grandson before speaking, "your father used to be so in love with Harry," Tom looked at him, "I remember perfectly how a five-year-old alpha growled at me to protect a three-year-old alpha," he laughed.

"Dad growled at you?" He asked with surprise.

Jacob nodded, "my puppy was never the same since that day," he sighed, "he growled at me because he was trying to protect Harry, he didn't want him to be taken away from him," Tom bit his lip.

"Dad has been really bad these last months," he held Jacob's hand.

"I think I have an idea on how to cheer him up," Jacob winks at Tom, "don't say a word to your father about where we were," the alpha nodded, "I think it will make him happy to see someone who he thought he would never see again."

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Harry closed the flower shop, he closed the register box, put some water on the plants so that they looked pretty in the morning. When he was done downstairs, he went to the second floor and walked straight to his room.

A sigh left his lips as he undressed himself, staying just in his pants, and getting into the nest to feel protected.

His mind was restless. Louis had a son, which meant that, probably, he was now happy with an omega and a kid.

He had no clue on why that made him sad.

He decided to sleep and wait to see what the next thay gifted him.

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Louis left his cup of tea on the counter, he heard some keys and the door being opened, announcing that his son was at home. Tom walked into the kitchen, finding his dad there, "hey dad," he left a kiss on his cheek.

"Hey son, how did everything go? Did you find the flowers?" Tom nodded happily.

"I walked a lot, but the I called mommy Jay and he helped me find a good bouquet," he smiled, "Zayndaya loved them,"his cheek blushed in a deep shade of red.

"I don't want further details, thank you," Louis laughed.

Tom rolled his eyes, "I'll go to sleep. Have a good night dad." Louis nodded and saw his son walk to his room.

His phone started ringing, Louis frowned until he saw who was calling him, "hi mom."

"My lovely puppy," Jacob greeted with excitement, "how are you?"

"I'm fine," he shrugged.

"I don't like the sound of that."

"You know how I get every time my heat is near, mom." Louis walked to his room.

"Will you let someone help you?" Louis shook his head even when he knew his mother couldn't see him.

"No, and you know that," a sigh is heard.

"You are harming yourself, puppy," Louis shrugged again, "I know that you shrugged, Louis. You have to take care of yourself. Your heat gets worse with every year, and that scares the living hell out of me."

"I'm alright, mom. I'll be just fine," he took his shoes off and laid in bed.

"I'll believe you, but I want you to buy me flowers for making me suffer like this." Louis rolled his eyes.

"I make you suffer?"

"Of course! You don't take care of your own health," Louis huffs, "I was with my grandson in this beautiful flower shop, the flowers there were perfect. I want you to buy me a bouquet from there." Louis frowned.

"If you liked the flowers, why didn't you buy some for you too?"

"Because I want you to buy them for me. Is there any problem with that?"

"Of course not," Louis said instantly, his mother was very spoiled thanks to his father and him, "I'll buy you the flowers, okay?" Jacob clapped, "what was the name of the flower shop?"

"Flowers H," Louis nodded and wrote the address his mother gave him on a paper, "I'll be waiting for my flowers," that was the last thing he said before hanging up.

Louis shook his head with a smile, he looked at the flower shop's name before leaving the paper in one of his drawers and going to sleep.