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Harry is lighting his scented candle when he hears his cell phone ping. He blows on the burning match and runs it under a dash of water in his bathroom, making sure it is completely put out before throwing it into the bin.
He then goes to grab his phone, which is resting on his desk in the corner of his dorm. Just like he predicted, he has gotten a message from his best friend Niall. The two of them have the same Biology professor, and as usual, his omega friend has forgotten his textbook in the lab and will probably come by later to borrow Harry’s. The alpha rolls his eyes fondly, endeared by his childhood friend, and replies to let him know that he can come by anytime.
Harry checks the time, sees that it is already almost 9 pm, and he hopes that Niall won’t stop by too late as the alpha has an early class tomorrow. He settles his phone back on his desk and decides to continue with his little ‘pampering night’.
He goes to the bathroom to take a shower and wash his hair. When he comes out, he wraps it up in a towel, dries his body, before putting on a pair of nice mint green cotton panties and his silky red dressing gown. Harry then proceeds to apply his favorite green apple face mask and leaves it on while he gathers everything he needs to do his nails.
He is aware that, as an alpha, he is not supposed to like those things. Society has made that very clear over the years while he was growing up. He is not supposed to like soft things, or stuff that only omegas would like, but he always has. Since he was a little pup and even after he presented as an alpha, he has always been intrigued by them and by the way they make him feel. He knows he isn’t supposed to be attracted to other alphas either, but that is just something he can’t control and has no power over.
He doesn’t parade his preferences to the outside world, always keeping that little secret behind the walls of his childhood house when he was younger, and now the ones of his dorm. However, he accepts himself the way he is, and doesn’t really care about the judgmental stares when he shows up in class with his nails done. He knows he is different, and if people don’t like it, then it is their problem, not his.
He sets everything in its right place on his bed, and puts a towel on top of his duvet to avoid any catastrophe if a bottle of nail polish topples over. He goes back to his bathroom to wash away his face mask, his skin is now all purified and smooth and Harry just loves the sensation under his fingers.
After making his way back to his room, he sits in the middle of his bed, pinching his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger while debating on which colour he is going to choose tonight. A few days ago he opted for a light yellow, he now wonders if he should match his nails with his panties. He loves to do that because he is the only one who will know. The thought makes him giggle, and he reaches out for the mint green bottle.
He gets to work and concentrates, careful not to make a mess, poking his tongue out as he focuses on his task. When he is happy with his work, he extends his arms in front of him, admiring his nails and the beautiful colour adorning them. He relaxes against his pillow for a moment, closes his eyes and rests his hands on his thighs while waiting for the polish to dry.
A few minutes later Harry is startled by a knock on his door, as he had almost fallen asleep. He opens his eyes and checks his nails - thankfully they are dry - so he stands up from his bed and goes to grab his Biology textbook to give to Niall. Harry rolls his eyes again upon seeing the time, so typical of the omega to do his homework at the last minute. He opens the door with a big smile, but the second he sees who is on the other side of it, it drops from his face.
The person that stands on his doorstep is the last one he ever thought would knock on his door. Harry hugs his book to his chest with one arm, while the other closes the door a bit as a reflex.
“You’re not Liam.” The other alpha says, frowning, and at the sound of his voice, Harry realises that he clearly has been drinking. His vanilla and sweet wood sap scent mixed with whiffs of alcohol, makes Harry scrunch up his nose in disgust. He fights with himself not to roll his eyes again, not surprised by this in the least.
Harry opens his mouth to reply, but he stops when he sees the alpha’s frown slowly morph into a shocked look, his blue eyes roaming over Harry’s body. Suddenly he is very aware of what he is wearing and feels like he is going to throw up when a wave of anxiety washes over him, making his insides turn in knots.
Of course he didn’t change before opening the door when he thought it would be his best friend who has known him since they were pups, and who knows Harry. The alpha has always been comfortable and open with his friend.
But now, he is standing in front of the one person he despises the most in this entire university, wearing a way too short silk red dressing gown and a twisted towel on his head. Harry wants to die.
“Wha- What are you doing here Louis? How do you know where my d- dorm is?” Harry manages to say. He lets go of the door and desperately tries to lower his dressing gown by pulling on it while Louis’ eyes feel like they could burn a hole into his thighs. Of course it’s useless, as it’s not going to magically grow down to his knees.
Louis’ eyes snap back to Harry’s face at the sound of his voice, “I-” He swallows after hiccuping, and God, if Harry could hide in a mouse hole right now he would, “I had a couple of drinks with some of the guys and I’m looking for my dorm but apparently I got the building wrong,” He frowns again, looking at the door number, “You got the same number, but you’re not Liam.” He repeats.
“I’m not Liam.” Harry deadpans.
“Clearly.” Louis says back with a smirk, his eyes roaming over Harry’s body again, and the alpha crosses his legs to hide himself as best as he can. To no avail once more. Louis’ eyes are darker than earlier, and Harry doesn’t know how to interpret that. To be honest he doesn’t really care, he just wants this knothead to leave already.
“And clearly you are drunker than you think, if you couldn’t even find your own dorm.” Harry bites back, pressing the Biology textbook against his chest to try and prevent his heart from beating too fast. He is scared that Louis might hear it.
Louis snorts after another hiccup. He sways a bit on his feet, his balance obviously compromised by the alcohol in his system, “Yeah, well that happens when you have some fun once in a while. Not that you would know though.” He retorts, awakening the bubbling anger that was sleeping deep inside of Harry.
He takes a deep breath, composing himself, not wanting to cause a scene in the building, and especially not wanting anyone else to come out of their dorm and see him like this. God, this is embarrassing, “Did you need something else? Apart from bothering me.”
“Chill out man, I didn’t even wake you up.” Louis rolls his eyes in a bored manner.
“I was waiting for someone else.” Harry says, not knowing why he is doing so.
Louis is smirking once more and repeats, “Clearly.” The darkness in his eyes is back and it’s now making Harry shift uncomfortably under his stare.
“I think you should go Louis,” Harry grabs the door again, and closes it a bit more, “Your building is that way.” He gestures in the right direction with his head.
“So nice of you to show me the way.” Louis’ sarcastic tone doesn’t make him laugh.
“Always glad to help the ones in need.”
“Well, aren’t you a saint?”
“Go home, Louis.”
“Alright, alright, Princess.” The alpha retorts before another hiccup escapes. This time Louis has to lean on the doorframe when an apparent nausea wave hits him, his fist coming up to his mouth.
The nickname makes Harry’s inside feel all weird. Louis has never used it, but seeing as Harry has never worn his dressing gown in his presence, it makes sense. Still, the word sends a fluttering in his tummy that Harry isn’t used to feeling in Louis’ presence. He has to shake his head to stop thinking about it and to focus on the drunk alpha in front of him, his hand gripping the door like a lifeline.
When Louis straightens up, his gaze wanders over Harry’s silhouette one last time, the two alphas staring at each other for a few seconds, before Louis finally walks away. A wave of relief washes over Harry, though it is interrupted when after a couple of steps Louis turns around and says with a devilish tone, “Love the colour, by the way.”
Harry gulps, his hand still holding onto the door for support. He can’t help but watch the other man drunkenly sway his way down the corridor and to the stairs. When he can’t see him anymore, it’s like reality hits him back in the face. Harry closes the door as quickly as he can before locking it and resting his back against it, his Biology textbook still glued to his chest.
His heart is rabbiting in his chest and Harry is grateful for the wooden surface preventing him from falling. His knees are quite wobbly right now. The embarrassment he is feeling at the moment is nothing he has ever felt. No one other than Niall here knows about his likings and preferences, and he would like it to stay that way.
He lets out a shaky breath at the thought of Louis telling all of his friends what he just saw and making Harry’s life at uni a living nightmare. He knows Louis is capable of it, the alpha never missing an opportunity to tease Harry or make fun of him when they cross paths. Why would he stop himself? Harry thinks, closing his eyes for a second to collect himself.
He pushes himself away from the door and decides to clean everything up and go to bed. When he has put everything away in his bathroom, blown out the candle, prepared his bag for his classes, put on his soft flannel pyjamas, and set up his alarm, Harry slides under his covers and stares at his white ceiling.
As his head hits his pillow, Louis’ face is again at the front of his mind. In the state of inebriety he was, Harry hopes that maybe he will have forgotten everything in the morning and that it will all be okay.
Harry groans in frustration and embarrassment, before turning on his side and pulling the covers over his head, in hopes that it will put him in a cocoon and help him sleep. He prays that this will turn out to actually be a nightmare when he wakes up.
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Of course Harry didn’t sleep well last night. He tried to, however meditation and white noise weren’t enough to appease his swirling thoughts. So when he woke up at 5 am for what felt like the hundredth time, he decided to go for a run. It was a cold January morning, but at least he could focus on his freezing fingers and nose instead of anything else.
A hot shower was more than welcomed after that, now Harry is walking to his first class of the day at 8:30, and of course, it’s his calculus class, one that he has in common with Louis.
Just my luck.
Harry wonders if Louis will even be in class this morning, considering the early hour and his drunken state of last night. The alpha is known for ditching classes regularly, which is one of the reasons that he and Harry don’t get along, so it wouldn’t be a surprise. Maybe the stars are with Harry after all. He tightens his hold on the strap of his satchel and makes his way down the stairs of the conference hall to find a seat. He takes his stuff out of his bag, the rest of his classmates settling down, and suddenly his hopes of spending a serene morning just fly out of the window when a vanilla and sweet wood sap scent comes to his nostrils.
Damn it.
There is still a hint of alcohol in the scent, so Harry knows that Louis isn’t completely sober. He rolls his eyes at it. Louis goes to sit next to some of his friends, slightly to the side and in Harry’s line of sight. His stomach is in knots once again.
Of course a couple of omegas are glued to Louis’ side, one of them almost with her head on his shoulder, whispering things into his ear, and Harry has to roll his eyes again. Typical. He can see that the alpha pushes her away slightly, a frown on his face that must certainly come from his hangover. Well, that’s what you get when you get hammered and your first class is at 8:30, Harry thinks, scoffing lowly to himself and shaking his head.
Apparently he must have scoffed a bit too loudly, because not a second after, Louis is turning his head in his direction and looking right at him. Harry’s heart is in his throat. Louis is still frowning, but it quickly morphs into that awful smirk he kept on putting on last night.
Fuck. He remembers.
Harry feels nauseous again. He has to quickly avert his eyes if he doesn’t want to splatter his small breakfast over his notepad and textbook. Harry instinctively tightens the knot of his hoodie strings, as if it was going to hide him from the other alpha.
At that moment, a million questions are floating around Harry’s mind. Did he say anything to his friends? To these omegas? Does he really remember or am I just imagining things?
Harry closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath, his moment of calm is cut short by the arrival of their professor, his voice resonating through the conference hall.
“Good morning everyone!” A round of mumbled greetings can be heard, as their professor takes place behind his desk at the top of the class, “Thank you all for coming, I know how early it always is for a Monday,” He sets his computer down before his eyes land on Louis, “Mr Tomlinson, third time in a row. It must be your record. Congratulations.” There is a small smile on Mr Hughes face, the whole audience chuckles at his words. Everyone except Harry of course, who fights with himself not to scoff again.
“Thank you, Mr Hughes,” Louis replies, “I had a great night, so I was quite motivated this morning.”
Harry’s stomach drops again. He can’t help but discreetly glance at the other alpha, who is obviously already looking at him with that fucking smirk. Harry looks away and prays for a distraction.
Fortunately, their professor speaks, “Alright, let’s check the few exercises you had to do for today. We’ll go over them and if anyone has a question, don’t hesitate.” He nods and begins the class and Harry is thankful that he can focus on this for now.
Throughout the lecture, Harry can feel Louis’ gaze burning a hole through his temple, and he has to fight with himself not to look back. He tries to ignore him, though he has to admit that it’s not the easiest task this morning.
When the class finally comes to an end, Harry is the first one to get up from his seat. He grabs everything he has on his table, puts his peacoat back on, and throws his satchel over his shoulder before bolting out of the conference hall. Once he is out of there, it’s like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He knows this won’t last for long, because he knows Louis, even if it's just a little bit. Harry doesn’t need to know him more really, he is aware that the other alpha won’t let this go. Harry hopes he will, but he has to keep that possibility in his mind.
He dries his sweaty palms on his skinny jeans and checks his phone as he walks to his second class of the day, and sees that he has a message from Niall.
From Niall: Same place for lunch? I need to talk to you.
Harry frowns, he doesn’t really like that.
To Niall: Yes sure. See you then.
Harry wonders if this has anything to do with the fact that he didn’t show up last night, and that he didn’t warn the alpha. If only Harry had known. Harry sighs and puts his phone back into his pocket and tries to think about something other than Louis or his cryptic omega best friend.
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“Sorry I’m late.” Niall apologises, jogging towards Harry.
“‘S fine.” He replies, not even looking up from his Applied Anatomy and Biomechanics textbook, used to his best friend’s tardiness, his sweet apricot scent warning Harry of his presence.
“Have you been here long?” He asks, taking a seat at the wooden table in front of Harry. It’s a cold sunny day, and thankfully the university has installed outdoor heaters allowing students to eat outside even during the winter.
The alpha finally looks up, “You really wanna know?” He raises an eyebrow at him.
“You’re right, nevermind,” The blond omega just waves a dismissive hand at him, “God, I'm starving.”
“When are you not?” Harry teases him. Niall flips him off as an answer, and Harry has to laugh.
The omega puts his lunch on the table, Harry eventually closes his book and does the same, the two of them starting to eat while Niall retells how his morning went.
“What about you?” The omega prompts, taking another bite of his sandwich.
“What?” Harry was so engrossed in Niall’s speech, that he is a bit taken aback by the question, what happened during his Calculus class comes rushing back.
Niall frowns at Harry’s reaction, he must also sense his discomfort at the moment, “How was your morning?” Niall asks again.
“It um-” Harry shifts on the wooden bench, putting his cutlery beside his salad.
“Harry?” Niall’s voice is laced with concern.
The alpha sighs, “Why didn’t you tell me you weren't stopping by last night?” Harry blurts out.
Niall has a surprised look on his face due the change of subject, “What does that have to do with your morning? And why does it matter?”
Harry sighs again, “Well I’ll tell you why it matters,” The alpha lowers his voice, not wanting to be heard by other students passing by their table, “I was expecting you to come by last night, and while I was waiting for you I had a little um…” He looks around before whispering, “‘pampering night’,” Niall nods carefully, “So when someone knocked on my door, I wasn’t suspicious at all and went to open it, but obviously it wasn’t you and-” Harry stops, burying his face in his hands, in embarrassment at the memory.
“And what?” Niall urges him.
Harry raises his head, “And well, you know how I like to dress at night and especially during those moments…”
Niall’s eyes widen when it clicks in his head.
“Oh no.” Is all he says.
“Yup, that pretty much sums up everything.”
Niall leans in a bit, his face a bit closer to Harry’s, “Who-” He clears his voice, “Who was it? Was it someone you know?”
“Unfortunately.” Harry’s face falls into his hands once more, a desperate groan leaving his lips.
“Come on Harry, tell me.” Niall is getting impatient, though his tone isn’t rude. There is a tenderness in it that always reassures him.
“It was Louis.” He says, his words muffled by his palms, but his best friend hears him clearly, judging by the silence that follows Harry’s revelation.
“Oh shit.” Niall finally says after a few seconds.
“Yup, right there with ya.” Harry exclaims, still hidden in his hands.
“But- What does this have to- Wait-” Niall begins then stops himself, “You had calculus with him this morning?”
“Yes.”
“The morning after he saw you in your-”
“Yes.”
“Well, fuck. Did he say anything about last night? What did he say to you when he knocked on your door? Was he rude or-”
Harry lifts his head and cuts him off, “Niall, it’s Louis, of course he was rude with me. Plus, he was drunk so that didn’t help.”
“He was drunk and knocked on your door? How did that even happen?!”
“I was as surprised as you. Apparently I have the same dorm number and floor as him or his friend I don’t know, and he mixed up the buildings. He was looking for Liam.”
“Yeah, they are roommates,” Harry hums, not really caring about that information, “So was he a jerk this morning? Is that what happened?”
“Not specifically, but I know he remembers because he kept on sending me those weird looks and smirks and oh my God I felt so awkward.” Harry whines in his hands again.
“I can imagine. Ugh I’m sorry, H. Out of all people it had to be him.”
“I know right?!” The alpha snaps his head up, “Like, of course it was him.” He rolls his eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation.
“I know how you guys hate each other, I don’t really understand why but-”
“You don’t really understand why ?” Harry cuts him off once more, “Louis is the complete opposite of me, Niall.”
“Yeah, but-”
“He is loud, he is rude, he parties all the time,” Harry starts to enumerate his reasons on his fingers, “He makes fun of me for not being a ‘party person’,” He gestures the quotation marks, “He barely studies and skips classes at his will thinking that he is allowed to do so just because he tops in all of his courses. He makes fun of me for being ‘too serious’ according to him, and on top of it all, he is always with a new omega on his arm every two days,” Harry scoffs, “I mean he can do whatever he wants, I don’t care-”
“Clearly you don’t.” Niall interjects, and Harry glares at him.
“I just think that it is very rude and inconsiderate of the other omegas' feelings.” The alpha shrugs.
“Maybe they are aware of it and agree with what he is doing…”
“That’s not the point Niall!” Harry groans, “I just can’t stand the guy, that’s all.”
“Well I had gathered that since the beginning of the year, and from your thorough list you just recited to me.” There is a little smirk on his best friend’s face and Harry wants to smack him over the head.
“I just hope he won’t tell anyone about what he saw. That would be-”
Harry doesn’t have to finish his sentence, when Niall’s hand covers his immediately, squeezing it gently, “I know, I’m sorry. I hope he won’t say anything either,” Harry smiles timidly at him, “Did anyone else say or do something this morning?” Niall goes on, pulling his hand away.
Harry shakes his head, “No.”
“Let’s hope it stays that way and that Louis will just leave it at that…”
“Yeah,” Harry breathes out, “Anyways,” He waves a dismissive hand between them, wanting to think about something else for a moment, “What did you want to tell me? You said you needed to talk to me.”
“Well,” Niall clears his throat again, Harry can see the nervousness in his eyes, “I wasn’t expecting that whole um…incident with um… Louis,” Harry frowns, a bit confused about where his best friend is getting at, “The reason I didn’t warn you last night that I wasn’t stopping by, or more the reason I forgot to warn you, is because Zayn wanted to see me.”
“Alright… I know you like the guy, but what could have possibly prevented you from sending a text?”
“We snogged the whole night. Well, almost the whole night,” Harry thinks his eyebrows have reached his hairline, “We’re basically dating now, so that means that we will obviously have to spend more time with him and his um… friends…”
The realisation just clicks in Harry’s brain, “You’re kidding?” He blurts out.
“Louis is his best friend H, that’s how we all met, what did you expect?”
Niall is right, “Fuck me.” Harry groans again, dropping his head in his crossed arms. This whole thing couldn’t get any worse really.
“Well, at least it’s nice to see you so thrilled about my new relationship.” Niall’s sarcasm makes Harry look up at him, the alpha feeling quite guilty now.
He sighs, “I’m sorry. Of course I'm happy for you, you’ve been drooling over Zayn for months now. I’m glad you guys finally got your shit together.” He smiles at his best friend, the omega doing the same.
“Yeah, I know we took our time, but I wanted to make him work for it a bit. Play hard to get.” Niall smirks.
“You made him work for it since we met all of them at the beginning of our second year Niall. It’s been four months.” Harry tells him with an incredulous look.
The omega shrugs, “It paid off in the end. Last night, he asked me to meet him at his frat house and well, let’s just say that he was done waiting, and so was I, to be honest.”
Harry chuckles, “You’re unbelievable.”
“I know.” Niall has a proud smile on his face.
“But honestly, Niall, couldn’t you have chosen someone else? Or at least someone with better friends? Now I have to suffer from Louis’ presence every time they will have to eat lunch with us and all,” Harry bites back another whine. He can’t believe this is happening, “This is just the worst thing ever,” Niall raises an eyebrow at him, “Not your relationship of course, I meant-”
He corrects himself, however he doesn’t have time to finish when Niall says, “I know. I’m teasing you,” Harry lets out a small sigh of relief, “I’m sorry about last night. I really didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“Hey, it’s not your fault, I understand you had urgent matters on your hands, or in your hands, I don't know,” Niall laughs at his words, “And anyways, I should’ve been more careful that’s all.” Harry lowers his head, shame washing over him once more.
“H, stop beating yourself up over this. You told me he didn’t say anything to you or anyone else, so as far as I know, everything is fine, yeah?” The omega tries to reassure him, but it’s not really working. However, the alpha will indulge him.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Niall seems satisfied with his answer, a big smile spreading on his face. Harry is glad, “Okay, so can we continue to eat while I tell you what we did last night?” His eyes are sparkling, and Harry is so happy for his best friend.
“Do you really think that eating and your sex stories go well together?” Harry teases him.
“Oh shut up, you know I don’t fuck on the first date.”
“Yeah, unlike someone else,” Harry mumbles, taking a bite of his salad, and by the look on Niall’s face, he knows the omega is about to throw him his water bottle, “I’m sorry,” He raises his hand in a surrendering manner, “I’ll stop.”
“You know,” Niall starts, “Louis can actually be a decent guy, he is not that bad, I don’t know what’s in the air when you two are together, I don’t know what he has against you.”
“I don’t know either. We just can’t stand each other. It’s as simple as that.”
Niall eyes turn softer, “But if maybe you gave him a ch-”
“I’ll stop you right there,” Harry raises a hand, “It’s not gonna happen. Can we drop it now?”
“I’ll drop it, if you stop making reference to him during our conversations.” The omega narrows his eyes at Harry.
The alpha pretends to think about it, tapping his forefinger on his chin, “Alright,” He finally says, “Now please tell me all the details, although you know, not everything.”
The blond omega squeals with joy, clapping his hands excitedly as he starts to retell his adventures from last night. It might seem unusual or odd to others to see an alpha and an omega be close in a completely platonic relationship, but to Harry and Niall it’s always been like that. They grew up together and never saw anything more in the other than an amazing friendship.
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Three whole days have passed since the most embarrassing moment of Harry’s life had happened, and he has to say that he is quite proud of himself for being able to avoid Louis for at least two of them. He didn’t have any classes with him yesterday and he also was able to come up with a believable excuse to give to Niall that allowed him to skip lunch with the entire gang. Harry was not ready for that yet.
However, he won’t be able to escape Louis any more today. Harry is heading to his second class of the week with the other alpha, and unfortunately, Niall scheduled another lunch with everyone the next day. Harry just couldn’t avoid it this time. It would have been too obvious, even if he is sure that his best friend was completely aware of his ruse the day before.
Harry enters the conference hall which is already almost full, thanks to his Physiology teacher who kept them a bit longer after their course. He sighs in frustration, he hates being late. He is not late per say, just later than he usually is. He stands at the top of the stairs, simply overlooking the hall and debating with himself where to sit. He notices that Louis isn’t here yet.
Shocking.
Harry is still wondering if he would rather sit more in the front or on the side where the only remaining seats are situated, when someone behind him says, “Are you going to sit down at some point?”
Louis.
His scent tickles Harry’s nostrils, while his heart starts to quicken in his chest. He is about to reply something, anything, yet the words get stuck in his throat when the other alpha whispers in his ear, “Oui ou non.”
Harry gulps and snaps his head at him, but once again Louis is already gone, skipping down the stairs with a smirk on his face and joining his friends on the side of the conference hall. Harry’s knees wobble a bit, and he has to roll his eyes at it. He takes a few seconds to collect himself before deciding to obviously sit at the front, away from Louis.
Just like the last time, Harry tries to focus on his class and the exercises Professor Hughes is having them do. However, the constant feeling of Louis’ gaze on the back of his head makes Harry so uncomfortable and distracted, that he almost doesn’t hear when his teacher asks him to give his solution to the problem.
He can hear the mocking, muffled laughs coming from Louis. Harry doesn’t let it affect him too much and recovers quickly to nail his answer. Of course Louis’ attitude comes to bite him in the arse, making Harry smile to himself, when Professor Hughes asks him to give the solution of the second problem in return.
As usual, Louis gets away with it since he is good at what he does, and Harry can’t say that it doesn’t annoy him to his core. How is that fair?! He frustratingly scratches his notepad with his pen, making a hole in his page with how hard he is pressing on it.
The class finally comes to an end, and this time, Harry waits a bit, checking through the corner of his eye to see if Louis has left. Fortunately he has, and Harry is safe. At least for now. It is his last class of the day, so he is glad to be able to go back to his dorm now.
After cooking a little something in his kitchenette, Harry sits at his desk and gets on with his homework, getting ahead a bit, so he doesn’t have too much to do over the weekend. He likes to have a bit of time for himself then.
When he is done for the night, and after his shower, he decides to change into another one of his dressing gowns, a fluffy purple one this time, to make himself feel better. He is wearing his soft flannel pyjamas underneath it, and to relax himself even more, he decides to paint his toe nails. He didn’t really have the heart to do it on Sunday night after what had happened.
Instead of a candle, this time he switches on the fairy lights hanging over his bed, and goes to set everything up once again. He chooses the same colour, the mint green, although the polish on his nails is a bit chipped in a few spots by now. He has a steaming cup of infusion on his bedside table, ready for him when he is done.
He was right, this little moment is what he needed to get his mind off of everything, and especially off of Louis’ little mind games. Indeed, Harry is constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop and for when the whole uni is going to laugh and point at him one morning.
He gets into bed when he has drunk his beverage and brushed his teeth, and hopes that tomorrow’s lunch will occur without any incident.
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Harry grabs his tray and starts to walk in the direction of their table, his stomach is in knots at the prospect of spending a meal with Louis, he will do it for his best friend though. Besides, it’s not the first time he has done it, but the circumstances were a bit different obviously. A little grey cloud called ‘Louis’ has been following Harry around since Sunday night.
Everyone is already there, and Harry has to calm his racing heart. He quickens his pace, not really seeing the point in dragging the inevitable, but of course life isn’t that kind with him. Not even a foot away from the table, someone behind him slips on an unknown liquid on the floor and bumps into his back, making him topple forward and hit his left thigh right in the corner of the table.
“Fuck.” He groans, biting his lower lip at the pain, and stabilising himself by setting his tray on the table a little too harshly. Thankfully he doesn’t spill anything from it as it is not that full, considering Harry isn’t too hungry today for some reason.
All eyes around the table are on him evidently, and he quickly sits down in the free spot in front of Niall and next to Liam, rubbing his thigh up and down to soothe the pain.
“You okay?” Niall checks, a bit worried.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Harry grumbles.
God, can this lunch break be over already?
His best friend is giving him a sympathetic smile, and Harry can see Louis on the other side of Zayn looking at him with amused eyes, and Harry is really not in the mood.
“Do you have something to say?” He spits.
Surprise flashes into Louis’ eyes for a second before being replaced by amusement once again, “Nope,” He replies, “I don’t think there is anything to say after that.” He waves a dismissive hand in Harry’s direction.
“Well, that’s new.” The alpha rolls his eyes.
“Harry.” Niall says, with a plea in his voice.
The alpha looks back at him, “What? I usually get unnecessary comments, so I thought I’d ask.” He shrugs, in faint nonchalance.
“Wow, who peed in your cereal this morning?” Louis bites back, popping a piece of bread into his mouth, and leaning against the back of his chair smugly.
Anger rises in Harry’s throat and he is about to respond. Zayn beats him to it, “Louis, can we please have a tranquil lunch? Is that possible?”
Louis raises his hands in a surrendering manner, “Fine, but ask Curly over there, he started it.”
Harry glares at him, “I didn’t-”
“Harry.” Niall says again, the alpha looking at him once more and this time he can see the imploration in his eyes. It makes Harry's heart sting a bit.
He sighs, “Yeah sure. I’m sorry.” He says to Niall, the omega smiling at him gratefully, Harry mirroring him. He can be civilised for his best friend. He sees Zayn squeeze Niall's leg under the table, and the gesture sends a little pang of jealousy in Harry’s heart. He is not jealous of his best friend, just of what they have.
Harry doesn’t look up to Louis, knowing that the arsehole is probably gloating from where he is seated and Harry doesn't need to see that. So he stays focused on his tray and what little food he has on it. He only talks to Niall, Zayn and sometimes Liam, but he avoids Louis and Luke, and tries to mute them. The alpha and the beta are quite loud at the moment.
“I’m telling you, she was begging for it last night.” Louis says arrogantly and Harry refrains from fake gagging. Niall would definitely ban him from their table.
“I bet. She couldn’t keep her hands to herself at the bar,” Harry can hear the smirk in Luke’s voice, “You’re gonna see her again?”
“Nah,” Louis shakes his head, “She wasn’t even that hot. It was just a one time thing.” He says with a condescending tone. He should be glad the only thing stopping Harry from slapping his stupid face right now is that he is a coward and also in the middle of the cafeteria.
God, he is such a jerk.
“Is she aware of that?” Zayn pipes in, Louis raising an eyebrow at him in question, “That it was just a one time thing?”
Louis shrugs once again, “Don’t know. But it‘s not really my problem, is it?”
Zayn rolls his eyes, “You’re such an arse sometimes.”
Harry can agree with that.
“Sure, but I have a great arse,” Louis pushes Zayn’s shoulder playfully, making the other alpha laugh and push him in return, “Plus, you love me, don’t act like you don’t.”
“Alright, can we talk about something else than your sex life or your arse?” Liam pleads, and Harry wouldn’t mind that if he is honest.
“Fine, if you want a boring conversation, then be my guest.” Louis replies, teasingly.
“Just shut up, will you?” Liam sends him with an amused smile, making Louis laugh again.
Harry would love to appreciate that sound, yet he is so disgusted by what he just heard, that he can’t do so.
Fortunately for him, they do change the subject, Niall telling all about the funny experiences they had in his Physics class, earning him a round of laughs and a kiss on the cheek by Zayn, and Harry’s heart swells. He loves to see his friend so happy.
This torturous lunch eventually comes to an end when everyone has to go back to their classes. They all get up and clear their trays, except for Niall and Harry who are the remaining two at the table still sitting.
“Thank you, H.” Niall tells him, as he stands up and puts his bag over his shoulder, the alpha still seated, and checking to see if he has everything he needs in his satchel for this afternoon. He rarely forgets anything, but he can never be too careful.
Harry frowns, “What for?”
“For being here,” Harry smiles, “And for, you know…” He shrugs, and Harry knows, “I just don’t know why he acts like this when you’re around, he’s not-”
“Niall, stop it,” Harry cuts him off, “I’m used to it.”
“Yeah, but still. And with what happened the other night-”
“I told you, it’s fine.” Harry stops him, not wanting the whole cafeteria to hear about this embarrassing moment.
Niall sighs in defeat, “Okay, well I have to go, I’ll see you this weekend?”
Harry smiles at him while putting on his coat, “Sure, just text me, alright?”
“I will.” Niall mirrors him, before grabbing his tray and walking away.
It’s Harry’s turn to let out a sigh, a relieved one.
Thank God it’s over.
He throws his satchel over his shoulder and is about to stand up, when someone comes up behind him and teasingly whispers in his ear, making him jump slightly in his chair, and clutching onto his tray, “I hope the tiger is okay. It would be such a shame if it got hurt.”
Louis’ warm breath tickles the side of his neck, sending shivers along it. Harry’s heart starts to speed up once again in the alpha’s presence, one of his hands releasing the tray to subconsciously touch his left thigh, the pressure on the bruise making him bite the inside of his cheek to prevent a hiss from escaping his lips. The knuckles of his right hand are white with how hard he is holding onto his tray. Harry doesn’t even have time to react to say something back, that Louis is already gone, leaving Harry frozen in his seat, a trail of his scent lingering around him.
Fuck, he remembers it.
This really confirms Harry’s suspicions about whether Louis remembered everything he said and saw or not. Harry wants to die. Apparently Louis is not done teasing and torturing him about all of this, and the green-eyed alpha doesn’t know when he is going to let it go, or if he even will.
Harry takes a deep breath, taking a moment to push all of this to a corner in his mind, not wanting to be thinking about this for the rest of his classes. He knows he is being very optimistic in believing that he will succeed, but he has to try at least. When he thinks he is ready, he ultimately stands up, carefully turning his head and looking over his shoulder to check if the coast is clear. Apparently Louis has a habit of lurking behind him, so he can never be too safe now. Luckily it is, and Harry wastes no time in dashing towards the tray disposal and out of the cafeteria, his head down, hands in his pockets, Louis’ words still poking at his mind.
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“Absolutely not.” Harry deadpans, not lifting his gaze from his Neurological Physiotherapy notes.
“Come ooon, H!” Niall whines from the opposite side of the table, stomping his feet like a toddler and making their cups of tea and coffee shake on top of it.
“Not gonna happen.” The alpha is unfazed.
“Pleeaase! It’ll be fun, I promise.”
Harry finally lifts his head from his homework, and sends an unimpressed look at the blond omega.
Niall sighs, “Look, I know you don’t like to go out that much or party, but-”
“You’re perfectly aware that that is not the reason why I won’t be going to that party.” Harry cuts him off.
“You knew he was going to be around more. We talked about it after I got with Zayn.” Niall adds.
“It doesn’t mean I’m okay with it.” Harry blurts out without even thinking, and he immediately sees the hurt in his best friend’s eyes, and realises that he shouldn’t have said that.
“I’m sorry,” He apologises, “You know I’m not talking about you and Zayn. I’m thrilled for you, I really am. You’ve never been happier.” He truly means that. Seeing Niall like this is filling his heart with joy.
Niall’s eyes soften, “Then can you maybe try and make a little effort? For me? Please. Nothing even happened after that one class last week.”
“Right.” Harry replies, thinking back on what happened last Friday after lunch and how he didn’t tell his best friend about it. Not wanting to worry him, or burden him with Harry’s problem. He also didn’t tell him about all the looks and provocative smirks that Louis has been sending him following that event, or the few times he has come up to Harry to whisper something in his ear regarding his very personal leg tattoos. Each time making the alpha shiver and his heart rate speed up. Harry doesn’t think it’s necessary to tell his best friend, as he is dealing with it just fine. Although going to that party is a different story.
Niall frowns at his response. Harry can’t blame him, “Nothing happened, right? He didn’t tell anyone or say anything else to you?”
Harry thinks about it for a moment, considering maybe telling him, but the look of desperation in his best friend’s eyes makes him refrain. He shakes his head, “No, nothing happened.”
At the words, he can see the relief take over the omega’s face, “See!” He says cheerfully, “He’s forgotten about it, so can you try and maybe put it behind you as well?”
Harry is silent, his gaze dropping to his homework then back up to his friend. He really doesn’t want to go.
“You can’t say that I ask you to go out a lot,” Niall continues, as he must sense Harry’s internal debate, “Plus, Zayn invited us both. He really wants all of us to get along now that we are officially together. So do I.”
Harry knows he is right, Niall rarely asks him for favors in that area, always going out with some of his other friends or even alone with Zayn, Liam and Louis. So Harry guesses he could make an effort. He just hopes that Louis will get the memo as well.
“I promise I won’t leave you alone for too long. We can even make up a signal for when you want to go home and I swear we’ll leave.” Niall is making his puppy eyes at Harry now, and he wants to scream about how unfair this is.
“You’re not going to spend the night with him, just for me?” Harry asks suspiciously, with a small smile.
“I mean, if you really want me to leave with you, I will.” His best friend is too nice for his own good.
He sighs, resigned, “When is the party again?”
“Woohoo!” Niall cheers, throwing his arms in the air with a beaming smile on his face, the entire coffee shop looking at them, and Harry can’t help laughing at his friend’s silliness.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Harry teases him with a small smirk.
“I'm just so happy!” Niall claps his hands excitedly in front of him.
“I figured.”
The omega smiles back, “It’s Saturday night, at Zayn’s Alpha Chi Rho frat house.” God, Harry forgot about that. This is going to be a nightmare. If there is one thing that Harry appreciates about Louis, is that he is not part of any frat houses. Zayn might be the exception to the rule. He is quite nice and not as close minded as the rest of his ‘brothers’, “We don’t even have classes the next day so you can sleep in!” Niall adds, probably thinking that this will make Harry happy. It doesn’t really, it only makes this party even more unescapable.
“Wonderful,” Harry replies, with a fake smile, which earns him a piece of croissant thrown at his face. The alpha picks it up from his manual and pops it in his mouth, making the omega glare at him. Harry shrugs, “You were the one who threw it.”
Niall rolls his eyes before saying, “So you’re really coming?”
“Not if you keep pushing it like this.” Harry answers, his attention back to his course now.
“Alright, alright, I’ll shut up. I’ll pick you up at your building?”
“Sure, that sounds good.”
“Thank you.” Niall whispers out.
“Don’t mention it.”
His best friend doesn’t say anything back, but the alpha sees him push a piece of his pain au chocolat this time towards the middle of the table for Harry to take if he wants to, and in Niall language, this means so much.
Harry smiles to himself, before his mind goes back to what he just agreed to. He doesn’t know what he got himself into in accepting this invitation, but he has a feeling he will regret it.
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Harry is fixing his hair in the mirror one last time, his beautiful chocolate curls falling onto his shoulders, when he hears his phone ping in his room. He goes to check it, though already knows that it must be Niall signaling him that he is waiting for him in front of his building. He replies back, saying that he will be downstairs in a few.
The alpha puts on his black leather boots that makes his legs go on for days with the black skinny jeans he is wearing. He grabs his peacoat that is hanging over his desk chair and slips it on over his cerulean shirt with small silver bees on it, before taking his phone again, sliding it in his pocket along with his wallet.
Sure Harry is dreading that party, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to look nice. He even painted his nails a light blue to match his shirt, and not only his shirt. He knows he will get a few looks, it is what it is.
He exits his dorm, locks it behind him and makes his way downstairs and out of the building. At the bottom of the stairs, Niall is waiting for him, all smiles and sparkling eyes.
“You look great!” The omega exclaims after giving a quick hug to his best friend.
Harry looks down to kick a pebble with his boots shyly, “Thank you. You look good as well. Dressed to impress?” He asks with a small smirk, looking back up to Niall.
“Always,” The omega replies proudly, “Ready to go?”
“As I'll ever be.”
Niall rolls his eyes but doesn’t reply and starts to lead the way to the frat house. The walk there isn’t that long, as it is obviously still on campus, a few other students walking in the same direction and surely going to the same party. When they arrive, music is blasting through the house, drunken people coming in and out, laughing and singing. Harry already wants to go home.
This is going to be a nightmare.
The party started a few hours ago, so it’s already full on, and Harry has no idea what he is going to find inside. Niall is about to walk up the stairs that lead to the front door, yet Harry is quick to grab his arm first. His best friend looks at him with a frown.
“Um… The signal?” Harry stutters out and he can see the realisation in Niall’s eyes.
“Right! Sorry um… What should we use?” He thinks for a moment, “How about a safe word? I don’t know um… What about ‘grape juice’ !?” He suggests excitedly.
Harry chuckles, “Yeah, alright. I guess that’ll do the trick.”
“Please wait at least an hour to use it.” Niall pleads, making Harry roll his eyes.
“I promise, I will.”
They enter the house, and just like Harry had predicted and feared, it’s chaos. The music is obviously louder inside, people are snogging in every corner of the house, and the alpha is sure he can already smell weed mixed with vomit in the air.
Dear God, get me out of here.
The two of them barely have time to take three steps into the house, when Zayn is jogging up to them and shouting, “You guys are here!”
He slides an arm around Niall's neck and pulls him in to give him a kiss. They have the decency to remain chaste in front of Harry and he is grateful.
“You can put your coats in my room if you want,” He says, leading them upstairs, “I don’t want anyone to steal from you guys.” He adds once they reach their destination.
“Well, that’s reassuring.” Harry mumbles as he and Niall lay their coats on Zayn’s bed.
The raven-haired alpha laughs, “Alright, let’s go back downstairs, some of the guys want to meet you.” He smiles brightly at Niall and suddenly Harry feels like the third wheel. He knew it would happen though.
The three of them are back downstairs, and Liam is joining them, greeting the two friends with a quick hug. They are given a drink - non-alcoholic one for Harry - before being introduced to a few other members of Zayn’s fraternity, and they aren’t actually that bad. He gets a few weird looks that go from his open shirt to his blue nails, but there are no rude comments, so he takes that as a win for now.
However while they chitchat, Harry's mind can’t help but go to; Where the hell is Louis? It’s not that he wants to see him, it’s just that he knows he is around, surely waiting to make his dramatic entrance in Harry’s night, and the alpha is a bit anxious about it.
“Is Louis not here yet?” He voices his inner interrogation.
Niall looks at him with a raised eyebrow and Harry knows how it must have sounded.
“Oh, he is here somewhere,” Liam replies, “Probably outside. He’ll surely come back to dance at some point.”
“Why do you want to know?” Niall asks with a wry smile. Harry wants to smack him in the back of the head.
Harry shrugs, “‘Was just wondering why he hadn’t come and annoyed me with his presence yet.”
That earns him a laugh from everyone, before the group starts to dissolve. Some of the frat boys go outside to smoke, a few others scatter in the house in search of their friends, Liam disappears into the crowd, and Niall and Zayn are still keeping Harry company, though he can see the intense looks that the raven-haired alpha is sending to the blond omega. Harry is going to free them from their misery.
“I’m going to see if there is any grape juice in the kitchen.” Harry says, wanting to tease his best friend a bit.
Niall’s eyes go wide, and Harry can almost picture him whining and stomping his foot like a five year old, “You’re serious H?! We said at least an hour-”
“I’m kidding!” The green eyed alpha cuts him off, not wanting the omega to make a scene, “You two can go do…” He waves a hand between the two of them as he cringes in disgust, “Whatever you want to do. It’s fine.” He can see the relief and the gratitude taking over Niall’s face.
“Really? I promised not to leave you alone, I-”
“It’s okay, Niall,” He assures him with a smile, “I get it,” His best friend shares a knowing look with Zayn, “Plus, I can take care of myself. I’ll be fine.”
“You’re sure, because-”
“I suggest you two go now, before I change my mind.” He threatens them playfully.
The couple doesn’t even hesitate a second more before Zayn is grabbing Niall’s hand and dragging him upstairs, the two of them bumping into a few people and almost tripping over each step on their way to the alpha’s bedroom. Harry shakes his head fondly and decides to look around a bit.
He heads towards the living room where basically everyone is dancing, and leans on one of the walls with his drink in his hand, as he observes the room. Bodies are grinding on each other, tongues are being pushed down other people’s throats, hands are grabbing arses, and through this madness, Harry spots him.
Louis has his chest glued to a blond omega’s back, his hands are on her hips, swaying to the rhythm of the music, and he has his face buried in her neck, his lips probably making a bruise there. The alpha is looking sinful in his black skinny jeans and black tank top, and there is a weird feeling in Harry’s tummy. He doesn’t have time to really think about it when Louis raises his head, his blue eyes locking with Harry’s green ones, the odd sensation in his insides not lessening. Louis’ gaze is so intense, that Harry has to look away if he doesn’t want to crush his cup and spill his beverage all over him.
However, he still can feel Louis’ gaze on him and he can’t help looking back, their eyes locking again. The pair on the dancefloor are still moving to the beat, the omega now clearly grinding her arse onto Louis’ crotch, and Harry feels a little hot all of a sudden. He takes a sip of his juice to refresh himself, but it doesn’t really help and he can’t seem to look away from the other alpha.
Louis is now lowering his head again, still holding onto Harry’s gaze, the blue-eyed alpha carrying on with sucking on the omega’s neck. Once more, a hot flash washes over Harry’s body, and he has had enough. He breaks the moment, rushes to the sliding doors and out in the garden. Despite the cold, a lot of people are outside, drinking, talking, laughing, even playing music.
“Fuck.” He whispers to himself, taking another gulp of his drink, the cold January air very welcomed right now.
He checks his watch to see that it’s only been twenty minutes since Niall and Zayn left, and he groans to himself. He will have to suffer a bit more until it is a reasonable time for him to tear Niall away from his boyfriend. Harry decides to go back inside, his thin shirt really not adequate for this weather. But when he turns around, he bumps into someone, the rest of Harry’s drink spilling all over his shirt.
“Fucking hell!” He groans again looking down at his chest, and the sound of a drunken giggle is what makes him look up.
The Gods are surely playing a trick on him, because the person is non other than Louis fucking Tomlinson, regaining his balance.
“You’re not even going to apologise?” Harry spits, glaring at him.
Louis is covering his mouth with his hand to hide his laughter, and Harry is now noticing that he is wearing a black leather jacket. The Gods really have no mercy.
“Well, you could’ve watched where you were going,” Is what Louis says instead of an apology. Harry opens his mouth to reply, but Louis is too quick to add, “What are you even doing here? I’m surprised you don’t have your nose stuck in a school textbook,” He snorts at his own words. Harry can’t keep himself from rolling his eyes, “And like, isn’t it past your bedtime?” He stuffs his hands into his leather jacket.
“Are you done?” Harry finally says, anger bubbling inside his shivering chest.
“I saw you staring earlier.” Louis completely ignores him.
“I wasn't staring.” Harry defends himself, even though he absolutely was staring.
“Sure you weren’t.”
Harry sighs out of annoyance, “Look, we managed to avoid each other for almost the entire time I was here, so why don’t we keep it that way?” Louis doesn’t reply, only stares at him, his gaze going back and forth between Harry’s exposed chest and his face. Louis’ eyes darken and the shivers are back on Harry’s skin. He blames it on the cold night and on his wet shirt, not wanting to think too much about this, “I'm going back inside. Thank you for this by the way.” Is all he says, gesturing at the front of his shirt, not sparing another glance at the alpha, and walking past him to get inside the house.
He quickly dumps his crushed paper cup in the trash can in the kitchen, before rushing upstairs into the first bathroom he finds. Thankfully it’s empty, and Harry rests his back against the door after closing it behind him. He still can hear the muffled sound of the music from downstairs, but it’s nice to get away from it and from Louis. He looks down at his ruined shirt, the orange juice has probably made a stain that will need a trip to the dry cleaners’ to be removed. Harry huffs, he loves that shirt.
Fucking Louis Tomlinson.
He moves away from the door and goes to the sink. He checks the cabinet under it, and finds a washcloth that he runs under a bit of water. He rubs it on his poor shirt, in an attempt to lessen the damage. It takes away a bit of it, though the stain obviously remains.
Harry has calmed down a bit, the weird feeling in his tummy has subsided and his anger has slightly diminished. He thinks that desperately scrubbing this damn stain is going to help wash away his frustration and annoyance, but a sudden knock on the door startles him.
“Someone’s in here!” He hollers in order to be heard over the music, hoping that the person will leave.
What he doesn’t expect is for the door to open, making him jump in surprise once more, his heart speeding up in chest when he sees in the mirror who has entered the bathroom, “I said someone was in here.” He locks eyes with Louis in the mirror.
“Oh, I heard you.” The other alpha replies, closing the door behind him.
“Then what the hell are you doing in here?” Harry questions, their gazes still locked.
Louis puts his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, “I wanted to see if you were okay.”
Harry can see his eyes dropping to his stained chest in the mirror. He frowns, “It’s just orange juice,” He states, “And as if you would even care.”
Louis chuckles and lifts his hand in a surrendering manner, tilting his head to the side, “Alright, you caught me. That was only an excuse. I just wanted to check on something.”
Harry is getting annoyed. He drops the washcloth and turns around swiftly, his lower back now resting against the counter of the sink. He glares at the other alpha, “What could you possibly want?”
Louis wears a cocky smile on his face while he takes a few steps forwards, closing the distance between the two of them. Harry was already surrounded by vanilla and sweet wood sap when Louis entered the room, but with this close proximity, in addition to the alcohol, he can also smell a hint of tobacco in the alpha’s scent. Harry doesn’t know how to feel about it.
Louis must have had a smoke before coming up, and the fragrance just goes perfectly well with his scent, which makes Harry’s knees wobble slightly. What the hell?!
“I just,” Louis comes even closer, the tips of his Vans touching the tip of Harry’s boots, “Wanted to make sure that you didn’t get your,” He leans in, his cheek now brushing over Harry’s, and the green-eyed alpha couldn’t be more pressed up against the sink if he wanted to, his hands gripping the edge of it, while Louis whispers in his ear, “Panties in a twist.”
Harry can hear the smugness in his voice, the words making him freeze in place. Louis leans back to look at him in the eyes, and as Harry thought, a smirk is taking over his face. From this up close, Louis’ eyes are so blue that Harry has a hard time looking away. He shakes his head and thinks on what the other alpha just said to him, and fuck .
How does he know? Did he see something that night?
“I'm sure you had some on that night,” Louis teases him, and Harry feels the blush that spreads onto his cheeks. Louis’ eyes widen briefly before darkening, “You did, didn’t you?”
Harry is speechless. What the hell is happening right now?! He is frozen in place. It’s like his body isn’t working on its own in Louis’ presence and with the way he is looking at him at the moment.
“Do you have some on right now?” Louis goes on with his tortuous questions, and Harry’s silence and flaming cheeks are enough of a response for him. He has a devilish smile when he says, “I knew it. I knew you were a little naughty, right Princess?”
Harry stiffens at the name. However, for some reason, he likes it when it comes from Louis’ mouth. It makes his tummy flutter, but most importantly, it goes right to his crotch.
No, no, no, no, no.
“Don’t- Don’t call me that.” Harry stammers out, in a desperate attempt to push away what is happening inside of him.
“Why?” Louis tilts his head to the side, “You seemed to like it last week. You seem to like it right now…” He murmurs. His gaze drops to Harry’s crotch, while he gets even closer, his hands landing on both sides of Harry’s on the edge of the sink. Louis’ right leg is sliding between his, pressing against his clothed cock when he says into his ear, “Princess.”
Harry bites his lower lip to suppress an embarrassing whimper at the word, but it does nothing. At the sound, Louis’ smirk is back and his eyes are darker than ever when he pulls away slightly at the sensation of Harry’s cock twitching against his thigh.
God, what is happening?!
Louis teases him a bit more, putting a bit more pressure on Harry’s hardening cock, his intoxicating scent enveloping the alpha in a fuzzy bubble. He grips onto the edge of the sink even harder, when a whine escapes his mouth. Louis must sense how turned on Harry is, because he can definitely smell Louis’ arousal in his scent.
“Oh, that’s a beautiful sound.” Louis tells him, and Harry can’t resist it anymore. The pull in the pit of his tummy is too powerful, and he doesn't know why, but the only thing he wants to do right now is get closer to the alpha. As close as he can.
So Harry listens to his sudden inner desires, and lifts his hips, the movement creating a delicious friction against his cock. Louis gets the hint. He is gloating and he presses even more between Harry’s legs to match his movement.
The tips of their noses are brushing with how close they are when Louis murmurs, “That’s it, Princess, just get off on me. I know you want to.”
Harry whines once more, his hips jerking forward, the movement sending a jolt of pleasure through his body and he just gives in, thrusting a bit harder against Louis’ leg. The material of his jeans rubbing on his dick makes him hiss, but he welcomes the sensation, Louis meeting each of his movements, as Harry is now humping his thigh.
“You know I couldn’t keep that image of you in that red dressing gown out of my head.” Louis tells him while pushing his leg even more against Harry’s cock, his breath caresses Harry’s lips, the whiffs of alcohol tickling his nostrils, but he doesn’t care. The only thing he cares about right now, is coming.
Harry whimpers while shivers run down his spine, the familiar sensation of a building orgasm creeping in the pit of his tummy. He has to let go of the sink to hold onto Louis’ biceps, his knees becoming weaker and weaker by the second. He can feel the other alpha’s hard cock pressing against his own thigh, and that makes him moan even more, his forehead dropping onto Louis’ shoulder, his movements becoming frantic.
The two men are now glued to each other. Louis’ hands are still holding onto the sink now on each side of Harry’s hips, his leather jacket scraping at the green-eyed alpha’s chest, Harry’s fingers digging into the material over the bulging muscles of Louis’ arms.
Harry’s hips go back and forth, the alpha desperately trying to catch his release. He hears Louis groan in his ear, before he whispers, “Come on Princess, let go.”
At the words, Harry’s hips stutter, a high moan escaping his mouth and resonating through the bathroom as he comes into his pants like a fucking teenager, pleasure coursing through his veins and making his toes tingle, while his cock pulses in his jeans and against Louis’ thigh. His head is still resting on Louis’ shoulder, while he slowly comes down from his high, panting against the leather.
After a few more seconds, Harry finally pulls away from Louis, his head feeling a bit woozy after the rush he just experienced, his hands falling from their death grip. He blinks and looks up at Louis, who is already staring at him with wide, lustful eyes. They don’t say anything to each other, Harry’s gaze dropping to the other man’s crotch to see that he is still rock hard in his jeans. He doesn’t even have time to suggest anything, when Louis is taking a step away from him and hastily fumbling with his zipper, pushing it down with his pants and pulling his cock out in front of Harry. If the alpha hadn’t just come a minute ago, he would definitely be hard right now.
Louis doesn’t waste a second, and begins to jack himself off, his angry alpha cock leaking some precome at the tip. Harry’s eyes can’t look away, his mouth becomes dry all of a sudden at the sight of the alpha’s knot at the base of his cock, and his fingers tingle with the need to reach and touch. Louis is groaning low in his throat, jerking off fiercely, and it only takes a couple more strokes for him to come all over his hand with a moan, his head falling backwards and exposing his biteable throat. Harry’s cock twitches at the scene under his wet jeans.
Louis looks back at Harry after a moment, the two men staring at each other once again without a word, cocoa beans and caramel mixed with vanilla and sweet wood sap taking over the tiny room. They are both still panting slightly, Harry doesn’t know what to say. He just can’t believe what just happened.
Suddenly, Louis breaks the moment, tucks himself back into his skinny jeans and steps next to Harry to wash his hands at the sink. The green-eyed alpha still doesn’t move, stuck in place, the edge of the counter digging into his lower back. When he is done, Louis walks towards the door without a word, his hand outstretched, ready to grab the doorknob, but before he opens it, he turns around to look at Harry one last time, his eyes wide and filled with something that Harry can’t quite read.
One second, Louis is in there staring at him and the next, he is gone in the corridor, the door of the bathroom shutting behind him. Harry only realises now that it was never locked and that anybody could have walked in on them. The thought makes his heart quicken a bit, yet not in a nervous way, more in an excited way, and yeah Harry needs to go home now .
He turns around and takes a look at himself in the mirror. He looks completely fucked out and just from dry humping. On Louis’ leg. He can’t help imagining what he would look like if they ever f-
No, don’t go there.
He shakes his head, and washes his hands as well, before taking the abandoned washcloth at the bottom of the sink and laying it on the edge of the bathtub to dry. He also splashes some water on his face to cool off his burning cheeks. He ruffles his hair, so that it doesn't look too suspicious and faces the door. He looks down at his jeans and cringes at the wet patch at the front. He is going to have to be quick. He takes a deep breath, opens the door and peaks his head out to check that no one is there. Thankfully the corridor is empty, so Harry quickly exits the bathroom and walks towards Zayn’s room to retrieve his coat. He really hopes the two love birds are not in there anymore, otherwise he will have to walk back only in his shirt.
He presses his ear against the door, but doesn’t hear anything. Though with the blaring sound of the music coming from downstairs it’s not the easiest task. He knocks on the door and waits for a response that doesn’t come. He sighs, and prays that it’s not the music that keeps him from hearing. He takes the risk and slowly turns the doorknob, and when the door clicks open, he lets out a sigh of relief. Niall never leaves a door open when he is doing… things.
Indeed the room is empty when he turns the lights on, the bed is unmade and obviously his coat isn’t there anymore. He takes a look around and spots it on the back of the desk chair. He quickly grabs it and puts it on, buttoning it to cover the evidence of his shameful actions.
He takes the opportunity of being alone for a moment to send a text to Niall, signaling him that he is leaving.
To Niall: They ran out of grape juice, I’m going home. You can stay with Zayn, I'm fine. Enjoy your night!
He tries not to sound too suspicious, not wanting to worry his best friend. To be honest, he really doesn't want to talk to him right now, and he certainly does not want to do the walk of shame with him by his side. He pockets his phone and is fast to exit the bedroom. He practically runs down the stairs, though careful not to slip on any unknown liquid on his way, his head down to avoid any eye contact.
He is out in no time after bumping into a few drunk couples, and the cold January air is like a slap on his heated face. He keeps his head bowed and jogs back to his building, the uncomfortable sensation in his pants making him cringe the whole time.
Once he is in the safe space of his dorm, the door locked behind him, he lets out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding. He checks his phone to see that Niall replied.
From Niall: Ok… Are you sure you’re ok with it?
Harry rolls his eyes fondly and sends a quick reply.
To Niall: Yes, I’m perfectly sure. Please have fun.
He puts his phone on his bed and doesn’t waste another minute before taking off his coat, his boots and rushing to the bathroom. He hangs his shirt on the door, peels off his jeans, and steps out of them before sliding down his ruined cerulean panties, throwing everything in the laundry basket. He turns the shower on so it can warm up, and ties his hair up in a bun while he waits a few seconds.
He then steps in and takes a quick shower. While he washes himself, he thinks back on what happened, the sounds Louis made, how he looked when he came and the way he whispered into Harry’s ear, making him shiver. The alpha shakes his head, because he doesn’t want to get hard again before going to bed.
However, he can’t stop remembering how Louis didn’t say anything to him and the look in his eyes before he left. Harry can’t really blame him for it, he was as stunned as the other man at that moment. Maybe he should talk to Louis next week, to find out what is going on. Because this is not what they do.
While Harry gets into his pyjamas and under his covers, he thinks that it might be a good idea. He doesn’t know how it is going to go, Louis can apparently be full of surprises.
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Of course Louis isn’t present for their first class of the day on the next Monday. Harry shouldn’t be surprised really. He just had hoped that he wouldn’t have to track him down all day to try and have a word with him. Harry doesn’t see him anywhere at lunch either, and he is starting to think that the other alpha is avoiding him. It shouldn’t bother him that much, because usually it’s a good thing if they don’t see each other in the hallways, it keeps Harry from being hit with rude and unnecessary comments. However, today is different. Don’t get him wrong, he would rather be in the library working or back at his dorm right now, instead of trying to have a talk with Louis Tomlinson.
So Harry waits for him after his classes by one of the campus’ coffee shops, hoping that he will walk by as Harry thinks that maybe Louis will need a big dose of caffeine if the man is still trying to get rid of his weekend hangover. He doesn’t have to wait for too long, when he spots the familiar figure approaching the café.
There is that weird feeling in Harry’s tummy again at the sight, the alpha pushes it away quickly. Louis is keeping his head low and only lifts it when he is a few feet away from Harry. When the blue-eyed alpha sees him, his eyes go wide and he stops in his tracks for a moment, apparently surprised to see Harry there.
Their eyes are stuck on each other’s and for a second, Harry thinks he sees a bit of fear in Louis’. It quickly goes away, the other alpha soon regaining his usual arrogant posture, his chin raised and his hands in the pockets of his black puffy winter coat.
“What are you doing here?” He asks.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
Louis walks slowly towards Harry, but stops again to keep a safe distance between the two of them. They both step away from the entrance of the coffee shop so they can talk. Thankfully, there are not a lot of students around right now, and they can have that conversation outside without everyone hearing them.
“About what?” Louis says now holding Harry’s gaze and making him roll his eyes.
So, this is how he is going to play it.
“You know exactly about what.” Harry crosses his arms over his chest and leans his back against the brick wall.
“I really don’t.” Louis replies stubbornly.
Harry is getting impatient, he doesn’t have time for these games, “You’re really going to ignore what happened on Saturday?”
Louis shifts on his feet, his gaze drifting from Harry, “Nothing happened on Saturday.”
“Really Louis? You’re really going to do this?”
“Look man,” Louis takes another step towards him, “I don’t know what you want me to say, but as far as I’m concerned, nothing happened at that party. I was drunk out of my arse, still am a bit. And come on, we’re both alphas, so how could I have done that without being completely wasted.”
The words send a pang of hurt to Harry’s gut. He has heard them too many times, and shouldn’t be affected by them anymore, yet he is. It always hurts. However he shouldn’t expect anything less from Louis.
Harry frowns at what Louis said just before, as Harry didn’t notice that he was that drunk when it happened. Sure he had drunk, that’s undeniable, but Louis wasn’t completely plastered at that moment. If the man wants to blame it on this, then so be it.
“So,” Louis looks around them before taking the remaining steps separating the both of them, the tips of their shoes now touching, just like they did in that bathroom. Harry swallows hard, his eyes not leaving Louis’ mesmerising blue ones, his scent floating around the two of them, “You better not tell anyone about that night, alright?” He murmurs, his breath tickling Harry’s face with how close he has gotten.
Harry is once more frozen in place. He can’t believe this is happening again. He feels the bricks of the walls digging into his back with how hard he pushes himself against it. His mouth is open, although no words are coming out.
“Did you hear me, Princ-”
“Yes, I heard you.” Harry cuts him off right away, suddenly regaining his ability to talk, as he doesn’t want Louis to finish that word.
Louis smirks knowingly. That bastard, “Good.”
Without another word, Louis moves away and walks back to the coffee shop where he originally wanted to go before Harry stopped him. Harry blinks a few times, and steps away from the wall. This wasn’t how he expected things to go, but once more, he is not surprised by Louis’ reaction. It hurts of course, Harry is used to it unfortunately.
He decides to go to the library and work to keep his mind off of things. He doesn’t know if being alone with his thoughts in his dorm is a good idea right now. What he does know though, is that Louis is still a complete jerk and that is something that will never change.