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This story is dedicated entirely to SuseLat

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Title : Don’t change me

A/N

This is my first attempt at writing an ABO so please be gentle and kind.

I feel absolutely terrified writing this.

This is not your typical ABO as you can tell with the plot description.

At the present, this is how both Harry and Louis will look in both Human and wolf form.

Harry Styles / Alpha

Louis Tomlinson / Alpha

PLOT DESCRIPTION:

Once in every 50 years, the moon shines brightly over the town of Holmes Chapel for an entire 24 hours.

The moment it turns red, any alpha pack leader becomes incredibly and outrageously powerful.

For approximately two hours until it subsides, the alpha has the power to change any secondary gender.

For example, an alpha can turn another alpha/beta/omega into a beta or omega and so forth.

It doesn’t matter if the chosen person agrees or disagrees, they have no choice.

Once the decision is made, there is no turning back.

All it takes to seal the deal…is the alphas howl to the moon, proclaiming their intentions as they stand around a bonfire, where the change will take place immediately.

How is Louis going to react when his best friend and alpha leader retracts his alpha status, turning him into an omega so they can mate?

Especially when Harry doesn’t talk to him about it first.

How will Louis and Harry overcome this betrayal?

Will Louis accept his new fate?

and most importantly, will Louis forgive Harry?

A/N

So, there is the plot I had in mind. You guys begged me for an ABO, and this is what I came up with. I haven’t read or seen anything like this before (Please let me know if you have as I don’t want to copy anything)

who would read this? Should I continue?

UPDATE: THE STORY HAS NOW STARTED :)

Chapter 1- The change

A/N

I’m scared..

Mpreg is normally my thing but ABO?….

Lets find out…. Here we go!!

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’ As we grow and mature each and every day, we begin to notice that opportunities are presented to us more often than we realize. However, do we see them? To give any recognition, we first must be willing to not only open our eyes but our hearts as well, because one day, an important opportunity may come forth, which if used wisely, can alter your life dramatically.’

Slouching over the black leather chair, Harry rocks back and forth as he watches the ‘seconds’ hand on the wall clock inch further and further towards the twelve. Sitting alone in his office, it’s quiet as he chews the end of his pen, keeping his eyes peeled to the time.

Tick- tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

As soon as it strikes midnight, he inhales sharply, feeling the air suffocate his lungs.

Great, it’s now the 28th of September 2023.

Most pack leaders around the world would be jumping for joy and celebrating right now, and why wouldn’t they? Tonight is the night of what some might call a blessing, while others may deem it cruel. Harry has only been the pack leader for two years, and within that time, he has matured and gained experience rapidly, ensuring strong connections within the entire community and surrounding packs. He has worked extremely hard to get where he is today, having spent long nights in the office, endlessly putting everyone else’s wellbeing before his own.

When his father passed away unexpectedly, Harry stepped up to his rightful place, eager to fulfil his legacy. Many people would love to be in Harry’s shoes right now with the once in a lifetime eclipse happening over the next 24 hours. For centuries, and with not much history being known or understood about the event, every fifty years something special dawns upon the moon affecting every pack around the world.

For two hours only and commonly between the hours of eight and ten pm, the colour of the crescent changes from white to a striking dark red. It’s a beautiful sight to see, according to the elders who have been lucky enough to witness it once or twice. So why does it frighten so many people?

The answer is simple.

Not only does the colour change, but there’s a powerful energy that emits from its core. A force so strong it has alphas, betas, and omegas shaking with fear.

Within the time frame allocated, any alpha leader has the opportunity to change someone’s life in the most unprecedented way. It can be a time of pleasure for both the alpha or chosen wolf, but it can also be nothing but agony for an unsuspecting chosen one.

You see, when or if an alpha makes the decision, he can ultimately change the secondary gender of anyone they choose. For example, an alpha can turn another alpha into a beta or omega and so forth.

It doesn’t matter if the chosen person agrees or disagrees, they have no choice. Once the decision is made, there is no turning back. All it takes to seal the deal…is the alpha’s howl to the moon proclaiming their intentions positioned around a fire, where the permanent change will take place immediately.

Letting out a loud sigh as he stands, Harry begins pacing the room as his mind is thrown into overdrive.

‘Fuck’

There’s only one person he desires to change, one person who could possibly make him hate himself for using the power, one set of blue eyes that he wishes he could spend his life with. One person that he currently can’t have because that person is not only another Alpha like him but is also his best friend.

“ Styles, styles styles, always in work mode. Do you ever have fun anymore or am I invisible to you now Bossman? You’re always working lately.“

Louis, like usual, thinks he is being funny, but Harry doesn’t laugh because Louis couldn’t be any further from the truth. Louis is ALWAYS on his mind, consistently and continuously.

“ Tomlinson Tomlinson Tomlinson“ Harry mimics back sarcastically while pretending to be offended. “ As per usual, do you ever knock?“

Barging into the office without any further discussion as he laughs, he picks up Harry’s stress ball off the table and starts throwing it up and down in the air seemingly without a care in the world.

“ You want to go for a run?“

Every inch of Harry wants to scream yes immediately but he tries his best to withhold. He does have a lot on his mind right now, and funny enough, Louis unknowingly is one of them.

“ I have so much to do, and it’s just passed midnight and - “

Walking around and sitting his ass on the corner of his desk, Louis pokes at Harry’s dimples.

“ Harry…Haz…C’mon, you know me. I feel better after a run. It helps me to sleep.“

Of course he had to bat his fucking eyelids and produce those puppy eyes. Letting out a sigh in surrender Harry shakes his head as he smiles.

“ Alright, jeez, just give me five minutes, yeah?“

Louis smirks when he realises he has won, just like he always does.

“ I’ll wait for you outside.“

He turns to leave but stops when he hears Harry speak.

“ Just so you know Tomlinson, those eyes won’t work on me forever“

Louis pokes his tongue out and closes the door.

Looking in from the outside, some might see their closeness and flirty banter odd for two alphas but to Harry and Louis, all they have ever felt is closeness and security. Safe and secure best friends.

Best friends.

Harry takes the spare few minutes alone to stare at himself in the mirror to try and calm his nerves. Being around Louis does certain things to him that in the line of biology, probably shouldn’t. Going for a run through the woods at ungodly hours of the night isn’t anything new for the pair. Ever since they could first transform as young pre-teens, they always found a way to sneak out at night for an adventure.

Stepping out into the night’s crispy air, Harry is surprised to see that Louis hasn’t transformed yet. Instead, he is standing still with his head tilted towards the sky seemingly in deep thought. The moon is already at half crescent. You would think this life changing event would occur on a full moon, but no, it seems a full moon would be too dramatic.

“ You good?“

Louis is startled by his voice as he looks at Harry and then back at the moon.

“ It’s so bright. The white glow is nearly blinding me.“

From everything they were taught about this experience since they were old enough to learn, they knew the moon presented bright white until the red begins to slowly cover the crescent until the dreaded allocated time in which the crescent will fully submerge into a deep red.

Harry exhaled loudly as he positioned himself next to Louis and began to stare into the night sky with tonight’s event playing havoc in his worries.

“ So ….who’s on the chopping block?“

Louis lets out a smile and looks at Harry with such curiosity.

“ Please tell me it’s Brad. Please, I beg of you Harry, that little fouled mouth omega would be perfect as a beta, especially when he hates them so much.“

Harry smiles at the way Louis looks and sounds so hopeful.

“ I can’t believe my best mate gets to do this tonight. Mr Powerful !“

Finally turning his gaze back to Louis, he smiles half-heartedly.

“ It is a powerful position to be in Lou, as much as I too, dislike little trash talking Bradley you know me better than that. I won’t use this ’ power’. It just feels wrong. You know?“

Louis stares hard at Harry, and at first, he thinks Louis is going to fight him on it or use some sort of smart comeback, but it doesn’t come.

“ Well, you have way more restraint than I do. Let me tell you, if it was me, it would be Brad’s last day of being an omega. I’d turn that prick into the thing he hates most and torture him with being a beta. Actually, if I had the power, half the people I know should be scared.“

That draws a smiley scoff out of Harry because he knows too well that that would be true. Louis would be ruthless if given the opportunity.

With one last lingering look, Louis crosses the yard towards the large, never ending trees.

“ Meet you in the forest?“

“ Huh?“

“ Ready, set……..“

Louis takes off, sprinting along the dirt before Harry realises what he has done.

“ Heeeeeyyyyy!!!!“

Harry shakes his head back and forth in protest while playfully mumbling.

“ Always a fucking cheat.“

Louis is fast. Very very fast. For some reason, Harry doesn’t move, deciding to watch Louis’ dark shadow get smaller and smaller as he nears the woods. It’s not until he sees the figure jump and transform that he sets off too in order to catch up.

Having now turned himself, he prowls quietly into the woods. He knows Louis is hiding, he always does at first. It’s a little game that has carried on over the years but Harry’s alpha nose is a teeny bit stronger than his and Harry already knows where he is.

He knows that smell wafting through the trees because with Louis, you don’t need to sniff him out because….. his smell, it always has a way of finding you instead. The scent isn’t like those of the nimble and fluttering smells of the open plains - the lavenders, the thymes. No, it’s the heavy, heady smell of tropical forest, bold yet somehow beautiful? The scent sits on your shoulders and seeps deep into your senses, and Harry is fully conscious of how much he likes the smell, way too much than he would care to admit to anyone, not even himself.

Harry spins around fast and pounces a few feet to tackle Louis from behind a tree. Tumbling and rolling around the leaves, both wolves find themselves once again entangled in a playful game of tag.

They run and run without hesitation or worry, with neither showing any sign of exhaustion.

Racing in between the tree trunks, leaping over logs, the sound of branches snapping echoes in the night as they dart out towards where the small water creek resides, taking the time to collect and recuperate with a quick drink to cure their thirst.

Still not having transformed back yet, Louis nudges his nose into Harry’s side as he passes, acting as a ’ Thank you’ for once again agreeing to the nightly outing.

Another twenty minutes goes by before they both find themselves back in front of the main house, now having found their clothes they had left behind.

“ Far out, you stink H!“

Frowning, Harry takes a whiff under his armpit. This causes Harry to speak without thinking.

“ What do I normally smell like to you?“

Louis raises his eyebrows.

“ What?“ Louis is instantly thrown back by that and his questionable tone makes Harry understand immediately that it was a very weird thing to enquire about and in all honesty, he has no idea why the words had slipped off his tongue.

“ Sorry, I have no idea why I -“

“ All I’m going to say Haz, is that you stink. Like you really let off a strong odour.“

With Louis’ comment coming across like their usual banter, Harry hides the way the answer kind of left a small sting in his heart. Not wanting to make anything more awkward, Harry pushes open the front door, allowing Louis to enter first.

“ See you in the morning H, and think about what I said about Brad.“ He laughs as he takes off up the stairs in the opposite direction.

“ No chance, Tomlinson.“

After taking a quick shower, Harry lays down in bed, glancing at the time. It’s 1.32 am. He flicks off his bedside lamp and stares off towards the roof in the darkness when his phone unexpectedly illuminates.

He sits up when he notices Louis’ name on the screen.

To Harry:

’“Thanks for coming out with me tonight. I feel much better and tired. I might actually get a good sleep for once. Oh, and um… you smell like coffee with a side of chocolate. Yeah, um….yeah, goodnight.”

Replying with a simple “ You are welcome and Goodnight Lou“ Harry plugs his phone back into the charger and returns to his previous position. He closes his eyes this time, and there’s no way he can physically hold back and deny the way his lips slightly curl in happiness.

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For the first time in what feels like forever, Harry has overslept. He can hear lots of noise accumulating from outside his bedroom window, causing his curiosity to make him pull back the blanket and stretch while he stands. Pulling his window curtain aside, he looks down to see people everywhere. There are young children running about playing gracefully, and off to the sides, there’s a large group of elders standing together, all chatting away and laughing. Even within the chaos of kids running around and people moving everywhere, his eyes somehow seem to find Louis with ease.

Sporting a large green Adidas jumper and grey sweatpants, he faces an overly excited looking Niall who appears to be talking nonstop, making Louis’ smile burst with laughter as he throws his head back. Just like with Harry, Louis picks up on the eyes situated on him and glances up to a semi naked Harry who is staring intently from the second floor. Louis coughs and looks away, making Harry look down at the time.

’ Shit.’

Racing to get dressed, he throws on a simple plain black tee and loose-fitting jeans and hurries downstairs where he is stopped by Oli, a Beta.

“ Harry, finally, where have you been? I’ve started setting up the bonfire area. Most of the logs have been placed and are ready to go. The chairs are being taken over now in case the elderly would like to sit down. Some people have asked about setting up some drink coolers for some beers and -“

“ Jesus Christ. They really are wanting to go right out for this thing, aren’t they?“

Oli shakes his head yes before continuing.

“ Well, with all due respect, Harry, this is a big deal with the ’ only once in fifty years’ factor.“ He says using quotation marks.

“ Also, someone suggested some fairy lights be hung to give it a nice element and -“

“ That’s taking it a little far, Oli.“

Writing down on his clipboard, he nods.

“ Ok, I will tell Louis no to the lights, and what do you think ab-“

“ Wait, Louis wanted the lights?“

Harry finds it a little hard to believe. It seems a little out of character for him. As far as Harry is aware, he isn’t the cute and romantic type, and he kind of thought he knew his best friend pretty well. The idea of Louis suggesting the lights makes Harry feel warm inside, and he can’t explain why.

“ On second thoughts, go ahead with the lights. It will really set the scene. All * Harry waves his hands around in the air* festive for this silly ritual , event, whatever the hell you wanna call it.“

Oli laughs at that remark, scribbling back down on the paper.

“ Well, our pack calls it the canyon moon. I’m not sure why, though. It has nothing to do with a canyon. If you ask me, it should be called ’ the bloody curse’

Harry looks up to the sky in the direction of the moon. It looks so weird seeing a moon shine so brightly during the day.

“ Bloody curse?“ Harry questions.

“ Yeah. Bloody to represent the red colour and curse well because, I mean that speaks for itself, doesn’t it?“

Harry smiles.

“ Yeah, you have a point there. “

It’s already nearing close to 11 am, and Harry feels all sorts of emotions this morning. He isn’t oblivious to the way people keep tracing his every move, probably scared and curious as to what the pack leader may do with tonight’s impending red moon decision. The day is moving so fast with the time flying by. He has spent a lot of time going around making sure everyone is ok and finalising a few decisions. He sat with a couple of older men in their late fifties who told stories to Harry about old ’ rumours’ and ’ apparent stories’ of previous canyon moons. Harry found the conversations entertaining but also very insightful.

When it strikes 5 pm he retreats to his room for a so-called ‘rest’, a time out if you will, in order to regather his thoughts privately and hopefully just relax a bit before the formality of tonight gets in the way.

So when he lays down and covers his face with his arm, he is annoyed to hear a knock on the door.

“ Yep“

The door opens, revealing his mother’s worried gaze.

“ Thank God, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.“

“ Sorry, I know you have probably been worried, but I really need just ten minutes to myself. “

Anne smiles sadly.

“ Of course, I just wanted to see if you were ok. I’ve been concerned about tonight and -“

“ Mum, please. I will come find you in ten, ok?“

“ Sorry. Alright then. I will be down in the kitchen.

The moment he falls back on the bed, there’s another knock. He gets up and opens the door forcefully.

“ Mum, for god’s sake, I said -“

Louis shows a teeth grinning smile in the hopes that the mood he can clearly see Harry in, will quickly disappear.

“ Oh hey. Sorry, I thought you were Mum again.“

Louis’ eyes shoot open wide in surprise.

“ You were going to yell at your mum like that? You must be hungry. Are you hungry, Haz? I can fetch you a snack.“

He knows Louis is right. That wouldn’t have been too great snapping at his mother like that, but on the contrary, he is indeed hungry.

“ I am hungry, actually. “

“ Well, I was joking. Get your own food. Now, I came here because I need your advice on something.“

As per Louis tradition, he barges through and plonks down onto the bed.

“ So……“

Harry sits beside him as Louis’ face turns rather serious.

“ I kind of want to talk to you about something important. I’ve kind of been scared, not knowing how you would feel about it and…“

Harry watches Louis tense a little and shit he realises this conversation is going to be more serious than he originally thought.

“ We have been best friends for so long Lou, you should know by now that you can talk to me about anything, absolutely anything.“

Shifting a little a tad nervously, Louis stares at Harry for a few seconds, their eyes meet, and Harry is somewhat scared and has no clue as to why.

“ I like someone, and I just don’t know how to tell them.“

The beating of Harry’s heart almost comes to a standstill. A sunken feeling of sadness settled deep within. He doesn’t know how to respond, but Louis beats him to it anyway.

“ I’m ready to settle down, I think. I want to mate soon and start a family, and I guess what I’m asking you is if……“

Harry swallows hard because this information has come completely out of nowhere.

“ Do you think Sophie would be a perfect mate for me?’

Harry didn’t know what he had expected, but it certainly wasn’t that.

“ Oh… um… Hmm, um….“

Louis is clinging to Harry’s every word.

“ I just kind of feel she could be the one to calm me down and be like someone I could have fun with. She’s kind and so sweet with everyone, and far out, she smells amazing. I was alone with her this morning, and I -“

“ Louis, I need you to leave. Like now. I can’t do this, I’m sorry. “

His voice is so stern and abrupt it shocks Louis, who slowly rises to his feet baffled by the sudden change of temperament.

“ Oh, ok, you alright? You seem a little off, I can -“

“ For fuck sakes Louis, please JUST GO!“

Hearing his leader’s alpha voice pierces his ears. Louis raises his hands and doesn’t say a word as he walks out the door.

’ Fucks sakes’

Harry walks into his ensuite and splashes his face with water. He knew this would come one day, he just wishes it wasn’t today. He feels tired, stressed and now confused at the way he currently feels towards Louis’ confession. He exits out of his room and goes in search of his mother.

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The first thing he notices as he approaches the bonfire area at 7pm is that it’s dark already. The area is lit up by the fairy lights, and funnily enough, Harry thinks it looks pretty good. The whole pack seems to be here already, all engaging with each other and laughs are being heard no matter which way you turn. If it wasn’t for the stupid moon curse tonight, this would have been a nice outdoor festivity for everyone.

The loud shriek of Niall draws Harry’s attention to where he finds his circle of friends. Niall’s face is bright red and it’s clear he is already well under way to being hammered. But that’s nothing new. The Irish alpha always has an alcoholic beverage in his hand no matter what the occasion. A wedding = a drink, a funeral = a drink, someone delivers a baby = a drink, Niall woke up alive today = a drink.

Harry needs a beer if he is going to get through this night with dignity and honour. Sophie screams, making Harry turn his head just in time to witness Louis tickle her. Yep, he is going to need something a lot stronger.

“ Zayn! “

Zayn is Harry’s second closest friend and confidant. He is also Harry’s right hand man.

“ Where do I find one of those?“

Having pointed to the scotch he was holding, Zayn smiles and proceeds further to his left, where he pulls out the scotch bottle from a cooler.

“ Just take the damn bottle Harry, my god, you look like you need it. What’s up with you tonight? Is it the moon thing? You look like you are so on edge. Skull some of that and calm down a little. Even I’m getting a whiff of your anxiety and dominance. Settle down, yeah?“

Harry doesn’t need to respond because he is already downing the liquor.

“ That a boy.“

Zayn smiles as he jiggles and dances towards his beloved bonded mate Liam. Harry keeps an eye on Louis for several minutes until he gets caught up in several interactions with the pack members. It’s 7.55pm When he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“ Hey.“

“ Hi.“

Louis watches Harry skull the remainder of his drink before continuing to speak.

“ Only five more minutes until the moon goes fully red. How are you feeling about it? Are you ok?“

Harry still feels guilty about the way he acted earlier this morning.

“ Lou, about what happened earlier, I am really-“

Covering his ears, Louis laughs.

“ Nope, don’t you dare say the word Styles.“

Louis lowers his hands and engulfs Harry into a ‘manly’ embrace.

“ You have nothing to apologise for, I totally get it. You are so stressed out and overworked. I should have given you space, and I shouldn’t have put the Sophie thing on you today of all days. So let’s watch this fucking moon come and go and continue on like normal alright?“

Harry feels a shit tonne better but can’t help himself before he pulls away.

“ I am sorry though.“

Watching someone you love but can’t have is starting to become too much to handle. He turns away to leave, mumbling to himself in the process.

’ Don’t be stupid Harry, let him go. You can’t withstand the storm that would follow if you told him’

And for the first time since presenting as an alpha, Harry’s inner wolf responds from within.

’ He may be the storm, yes, but after the rain…..always comes a rainbow, does it not? ’

And poor Harry, has never been so afraid of his secondary gender, especially now as the wolf provides nothing but facts.

Harry walks away, having no idea how much impact his whisper in Louis’ ear had sent Louis into a panic. The shivers down his spine seem to have no intention of leaving.

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The moon has been fully red for the last one and a half hours. There’s only thirty minutes to go and Harry has actually enjoyed himself, of course, that is until he spots Louis once again.

He watches closely as time ticks down rapidly and before he knows it. There’s only minutes left.

He feels like drowning his eyes with bleach as Louis and Sophie sit cuddled around the bonfire. With her in his lap, she giggles every time Louis speaks or touches her hair. She is a pretty omega with light brown wavy locks, thin average height with a killer smile. She’s wanted by many alphas, and it’s understandable as to why. With such a beautiful personality and stunning features to accompany them, most alphas are drawn to her, but Harry………she’s definitely not wanted by Harry.

He isn’t aware of how many sets of eyes are watching his every move. Concerned with the way his pupils are starting to darken, the frown on his forehead becomes larger with every second that he has to endure watching the one and only person he loves but can’t have, tenderly kiss her neck.

It’s pure torture.

And that is when Temptation strikes.

It hits hard in full force, a rage of wrath he can’t seem to control. He can feel himself shaking, his face becoming flushed in anger. It’s when he feels his lip curl slightly, baring his teeth that he turns away, cowering his head in an attempt to shake it off, but he simply can’t. The emotions are steadily flowing continuously throughout him.

Harry has approximately sixty seconds left until time runs out. The entire pack stares nervously, but there’s also a speck of hope in their hearts that their leader has no intent of using the power for his own benefit.

60, 59, 58, 57

The moon is slowly starting to revert back to white as the redness starts to diminish from around its sides.

This is it, the moment of truth.

Right here, right now, in front of everyone he loves and cares about, it all comes down to this.

Be happy FOR him? Or be happy WITH him?

Closing his eyes, he feels a rush of adrenaline, the decision finally settling in his stomach. With all his senses heightened, the crowd around him gasps as he loosens up by cracking his neck, changing into wolf form in the blink of an eye, the quickest transformation anyone has ever witnessed.

Lunging forward with determination evident, Harry doesn’t see the way the circle of his pack all subconsciously step back, terrified of what’s to come, not knowing whether their own lives were at stake. With his eyes set on his target, he rushes past the burning fire, stopping when he is happily in front of his choice.

“ What are you doing? Harry!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!“

Emitting a deep growl, it’s now well known that Harry is in deep alpha mode as he stands high and firm towering over and dominating his friend. The greenness from Harry’s usual eyes have been replaced by a red glow and Louis is trembling in fear knowing he cannot disobey his order.

“ WHY? I don’t understand, Harry PLEASE I beg you, DON’T CHANGE ME!“

Ignoring his cry, he nudges him with his snout as Louis tries to fight back by not budging but ultimately, he has no choice but to move, disobeying his leader was disrespectful and punishable. Taking only two steps to become aligned with the flames, Louis diverts his eyes over to where his family stands, his eyes surrendering in defeat as tears slowly and perpetually start sliding down his cheeks.

Harry can hear a scream followed by a cry but with his wolf form in full effect he ignores the desperate plea from Sophie and Jay to stop.

“ Harrrry no, no no no , why, why are you doing this?“ Louis begs once more, anxious and blown away by his friend’s betrayal, because what the hell was happening? Why was this happening? He has no idea as to what has caused his best friend of many years to single him out like this….to punish him???

As fear flows through his veins, he knows it’s too late to stop him when Harry looks to the moon with no intention of reconsidering his decision. A loud howl echoes throughout the forest leaving the thick air filled with mixed emotions from within the pack.

It’s a sight to be seen, the other alphas with fists clenched to their sides as their chests puff outwards with pride. With heads falling backwards, they all howl in unison with support for their leader’s newfound decision. The betas and omegas have their heads bent, leaning forward cowardly as they all submit to the roar of their alpha.

The atmosphere changes in a heartbeat with an intense electrifying scream, making everyone stop and stare at the boy who is now crouched down and clutching his stomach crying in pain, before them.

The moment the noise hits his ears, Harry wishes that he could turn back time. The last thing he ever wanted to do was watch and listen to Louis in distress. He had an idea it would hurt, that was only to be expected but he wasn’t aware as to what extent he would suffer.

The loud crack of bones shattering sent chills through each and every one of them as Louis’ mum Jay desperately screams out for her son. Panicked and stressed, she is currently being held back by Harry’s mum Anne who is looking to Harry with despair. Although she isn’t a hundred percent certain, she has a slight inclination as to why her son has done what he has.

Over the years, she had picked up on the boy’s close connection, often wondering about the ‘what ifs’ if Louis hadn’t had been an alpha. Although Harry himself hadn’t confided with her about it, she had spent the last few weeks contemplating whether her son would use the power, turning the impossible into possible with the option of mating Louis now floating about with high desire and opportunity.

Louis falls down into the dirt, the snapping of his joints causes fifty per cent of the pack to cover their ears and/or turn away. The excruciating burn soars through his body at an incredible rate as his body begins the agonizing transformation from Alpha to Omega. Louis feels every inch of himself change. He can feel his insides moving, stinging and protruding in all places that feel so unnatural to him, so foreign, adjusting to accommodate his new unwelcomed gender.

Harry turns away, now unable to bare witness to the torture he has inflicted. There’s no one gasping anymore as the whole area turns silent, the crackling from the fire being the only sound piercing everyone’s ears.

Until………………

There comes a small whimper.

A sound so sweet, so fragile, so beautiful, that it’s music to Harry’s ears. It’s not until Harry smells the new scent that’s filtrating his nostrils that he turns around. He, along with the rest of the pack all gasp at the sight of the new little formed timid omega who is currently laying scared and curled up in the foetal position. A white ball of fluff if you will.

Harry’s natural instinct leads him forward to slowly admire the beauty in more detail. The colour of his coat has remained white but has become less stiff and wired, now visibly soft like clouds and adorably fluffy, the most notable change being his size. Having once stood almost the same height and build as his best mate, Louis is tiny now in comparison. Where once laid light blue eyes, has now been replaced with sparkling blue ones, so rich and tantalizing Harry almost falls into a state of euphoria just by admiring him.

It appears that Louis has been left in a semi daze, drained from the humongous ordeal. He lays still, tired, sore and scared of his surroundings. A temporary state of confusion kicks in with him not realizing straight away what has happened. It takes the voice of his mother to bring him out of it as he stands to all fours, shaking out his fur.

“ Louis, my baby, please look at me.“

Jay is confused and emotionally unstable in her own right. Her only child who held an Alpha title (with her husband no longer being alive) Louis had been currently looking out and providing for the family, a safety measure and security factor having now been stripped away completely from the Tomlinson’s………

With no one….. but Harry to blame.

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A/N

• Covers her eyes and prays*

Thoughts on the storyline????

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Chapter 2- Regret

‘Making a big decision can change your entire life, it can also be extremely scary, but do you know what’s even scarier? …Regret.’ 

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People will stare at you for many reasons. 

‘ You are beautiful’

‘ you are ugly’

‘ You are interesting’ 

‘ You are weird’ and the list goes on and on.

Sometimes, if not most, it’s your duty to figure out which one it is but Louis feels a hundred percent embarrassed by the current situation he is in and couldn’t give no fucks as to what everyone is thinking. What he doesn’t like is the pity he is witnessing all around him. He does something he hasn’t had to do much in his life……….he runs. 

“ Don’t you even think about it, H.” 

Harry is stopped by Zayn’s arm as he attempts to move forward in hopes of chasing after him. 

“ Let me go.” 

Ripping his arm away, Harry frowns at being held back. 

Zayn quietly leans closer, trying to shield their conversation from the many scared and confused people who are still currently surrounding them. 

“Give him some space. I have no idea what game you just played, but I’m guessing the last person Louis wants to see right now is you.” 

Harry knows he is right and eventually gives a slight nod, acknowledging that he will behave. Many families are beginning to return to their homes, but Harry doesn’t miss the way he is being scrutinised by people passing him by. The whispers, the side eye, children staring at him like he is some sort of monster. His heart rate begins to incline as the onset of what he has done becomes full circle. 

He hates himself. 

Who needs enemies when you have yourself to hate on and torture. 

Hate, everyone knows the word and says the word with ease, but do you really understand it? Not really…… until you hate yourself, that is.

That…. is where the real power of self hatred, worth, and regret really lies. 

He covers his mouth with the palm of his hand as he begins to hyperventilate. 

“ Jesus Zayn, what have I done?” 

“ Look at me. Take a deep breath. Let’s head back to your office and then – “ 

“ WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!” 

Zayn was interrupted by a very vocal sounding Sophie. You only had to take one look at her to identify her fury.

“ I ….. “ 

Harry has no words because what could he possibly say? Yeah, sorry about that, I’m in love with my best friend and wanted him for myself… no, he couldn’t do that. 

“ I hate you, I always have, but this time you have gone too far. I love Louis, I wanted to mate him, but you took that away from me! “ 

The words didn’t affect him, but when he felt and watched her spit at his feet, he couldn’t contain his growl. 

In a sense, hearing his mother’s voice from behind him stopped him from any further dispute or losing his temper. 

“ Harry.” 

With Sophie storming off, he slowly turns to face his mother, who he already knows will be highly disappointed in him. However, he is hit with another blow when he sees Jay standing beside her. The intensity of her stare, accompanied with such sad eyes, causes Harry to temporarily stop breathing. He is waiting for it. He is somewhat prepared for whatever lashing Jay is about to give him but when she opens her mouth, Harry feels even more guilt and pain than he did before and that leaves his stomach wanting to heave because she doesn’t yell or scream, shit she doesn’t even raise her voice and yet somehow……. that hurts Harry harder. 

“ I’ve known you your entire life since you were a little pup. I have watched you grow and become someone I was proud to have my boy call his best friend. You have always felt like a part of my family, Harry, not only to me but to Louis too. “ 

Harry doesn’t want to cry. No, not in front of anyone. Be brave and strong, brave and strong he repeats to himself because that’s what they were taught being an alpha is. So as tears escaped his eyelids he, along with Anne, were shocked. 

“ Jay, please, I’m so sorry. I –“ 

“ I don’t need an apology, Harry. I need an explanation because none of this makes any sense to me. Did he do something out of line, and you never told me? Had he hurt you in some way or betrayed the pack? What was it? He loved being an alpha, you know that. With my mate no longer with us, Harry, you of all people knew how much my family relied on Louis. I just can’t…. I …what are we going to do now?” 

Jay begins to cry, and Anne gives Harry a soft look to which he connects the dots really quickly as to what his mum was hinting at. 

“ Jay, please listen to me. You have nothing to worry about. You have my word. Hopefully you will give me a chance to explain my decision another day but as far as your family goes. You have nothing to fear. Security, money, support….all of it. If you need anything at any time, you only have to ask, and you got it. I promise you that.” 

With a thumping chest, Harry turns and leaves, too scared to hear anything else come from Jay’s mouth. 

Hurting someone you care for can be as easy as throwing a stone into the sea, but do you ever wonder how deep that stone can sink? 

Harry is terrified that he has broken Jay to a point where she may never forgive him and the thought of that alone brings him a hundred steps closer to wishing this night would just hurry up and end. He is starting to wish his life would just end because what was to come now? The tight connection his own family had with the Tomlinson’s has now surely mistakenly been broken, not knowing if trust and forgiveness will ever be restored. The pack no doubt will all have something to say regarding tonight’s canyon moon. His reputation as a great leader is up in question now but most of all, his best friend, his closest and only person he feels truly understands him, who he loves more than anyone else in this entire world most definitely hates him.

Tonight, Harry got what he wanted, Louis is now an omega, but at what cost?

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Meanwhile, focused on the ground in front of him, Louis didn’t listen to the people calling out for him to stop or the screams and worried cries coming from his family. Focused on the darkness of the trees ahead as he creeps further into the woods, he huffs and puffs as he dives deeper and deeper into the forest. He has grown up here, he should know this place like the back of his hands, but somehow amidst all the sudden changes, he hasn’t taken any notice of the direction he has taken. He hasn’t looked back, not once. He can’t smell anyone, not that he was trying to and he can’t seem to hear anything behind him so he eventually comes to a halt laying down on the ground where he pants trying to regain his breath. The familiar stamina he once obtained, now nothing but a distance memory.

Opening his eyes, he looks down to his paws, only now getting the first opportunity to try and examine his newly developed wolf. He licks his fur, noticing the dramatic change in texture. He hesitates for a split second before slowly walking over to the small creek where the moon light is radiating off the water. He just wants to see the damage that has been caused and wants to see how ridiculously stupid he must look. All he has to do is open his eyes to see his reflection staring back at him. So why can’t he? A good thirty seconds pass, and the anxiety of seeing himself proves to be too much as he steps back. 

Caught up in his own fears, thoughts, and anger, it’s not until he hears the sticks crack behind him that he quickly retreats backwards until he collides with a tree trunk. He doesn’t recognise the scent as he turns around in defensive mode, Louis baring his teeth and trying to growl. He swallows hard at how much he has just discovered how hideous he sounded, and it hits him there that he can no longer protect himself like he used to. 

“Whoa, it’s ok Louis, it’s just me. I’m not going to hurt you.” 

Reaching out and collecting the set of clothes being handed to him, Louis relaxes and takes no time transforming back into himself. 

Standing there feeling completely betrayed and overwhelmed, he doesn’t move as tears now flow freely down his cheeks. 

“ Oh shit, come here.” 

The tight embrace doesn’t soothe Louis much. If anything, it makes him break down even more.

“I didn’t want this Liam, why did he do this to me, I thought we were friends. What did I do wrong?”

Both opting to sit down at the same time, Liam lets out a loud sigh.

“ I don’t know, mate. I really don’t know. I’m really sorry, this has happened to you.”

“ I didn’t even recognise your scent.” 

Liam can hear the sadness in Louis’ voice, and it breaks his heart. He doesn’t know how much he should talk or whether right now is the time to try and explain things to him, so he tries to keep it to a bare minimum. 

“ That’s understandable and expected. It’s perfectly normal and ok. Your senses will have changed a bit now that you are an omega.” 

Hearing the word out loud makes every inch of Louis shiver.

“ Omega, fucking hell.” 

Leaning forward he covers his face with his hands before letting out a loud scream in frustration. 

“ Fucccccckkkk” 

For another twenty minutes, both lads sit side by side with Liam just providing comfort and an ear for Louis to vent. Sometimes we don’t need advice from our friends, all we need is for someone to listen.

Every now and then all we need is just for someone to be there, even when they can’t solve your problems. Just knowing there is someone who cares, makes all the difference.  

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A massive wave of relief is felt when Louis and Liam finally return to the bonfire site. Luckily the area has been cleared. There are only a few people left lingering about, mainly the ones tidying up. Oli is reaching for the fairy lights gently trying to untie them when they lock eyes. Oli gains Louis’ attention when he accidentally stumbles on the chair he is standing on. Oli smiles at the omega who quickly looks away. 

“ You alright?” 

Liam has calmed Louis down enough now that he is ready to return home. However, it is obvious how scared he is for everyone to stare and ask questions. The problem is, Louis lives inside Harry’s large house in his own wing. It came about several years ago when the pair had become inseparable.  His family resides right next door. 

Louis stops at the homes entrance, looking to Liam bearing the most sincere sight of defeat. 

“ It is what it is, isn’t it. I can’t thank you enough for sitting with me tonight. Jesus Li, I just kind of feel like I’ve lost everything, you know.” 

“ Hey. Look at Trees. They lose their leaves every year and yet they still stand tall and wait for the better days to come. You are going to be alright Louis, I promise you mate. If you need anything, anything at all, you let me know, yeah.”

No, it can’t be. Louis clenches his fists as he hears the laugh. All Liam’s work of calming Louis down is about to go straight down the drain. 

“ Well, well well. What do we have here, oh that’s right a little tiny fresh omega. Not so macho now are you Tomlinson. How does it feel to be on this side?” 

It’s when he laughs that Louis’ anger gives way. 

“ Fuck you, you piece of shit!” 

“ You can’t now Louis, you had your chance…. when you WERE an alpha.”  He laughs once again. 

Liam turns Louis towards him as Brad continues to walk away, still cackling to himself at his own insults. 

“ Don’t let him upset you ok, and –“ 

“ Too late!  Arghhh he is such a prick, I fucking told Harry to………”  

Stopping mid sentence, he is reminded of what Harry did instead and now he wants bloody answers. 

Louis strides towards the front door while all Liam can do now is watch as it all unfolds. He only makes it half up the staircase before he begins screaming out. 

“ HARRRRRRRY” The sound echoes off the walls as the fire in Louis’ body emits the amount of pain and anger from within. 

“ HARRRRRY!!!” 

He isn’t surprised to find Harry’s office door is locked. He knows Harry must be in there, he can feel it in the pit of his stomach. Plus he knows him well enough by now to know he doesn’t go to his bedroom this early.  

Bang bang bang ! 

“ OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR !!!!!” 

“ HARRRRYYY. LET ME IN !!!! HARRRY. ANSWER ME GOD DAMN IT! “ 

Harry is indeed inside the office. In fact, he is literally sitting with his back pressed firmly against the door as he gulps down yet another glass of straight scotch, like he has done so repeatedly for the last half an hour. He knew Louis would be furious, of course he would be, he has every right, but Harry can’t open the door, not tonight. He can’t deal with seeing him like this. Just hearing the pain in his voice alone is tearing Harry’s heart in two, not to mention that he can sense the Omega’s heightened emotions. The sadness, the anxiety, the anger………the betrayal. 

It goes quiet for a moment as Louis stands still, his face in close proximity to the door. It’s like Louis somehow has a sixth sense that Harry is right there as he places a hand on the door as he lowers his voice. 

“ You’re a fucking coward Styles.” 

Silence. 

Silence is often associated with awkwardness and anguish but Silence can at times be a healthy contribution for communication, or so Harry likes to think. He is hoping and praying with everything he has that by staying quiet, it will allow them both space and time to think and process their thoughts before responding. 

Harry can hear the footsteps receding away as he throws his glass across the room. The shattered pieces now messily bound and set out all across the floor. Going through life, we all will endure one or two of the following at some point. The pain of discipline and/or the pain of regret.

Unfortunately for Harry, ‘regret’ is the only wound that the body simply doesn’t recover from. 

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Harry’s phone has been buzzing for the last 15 minutes. He is starting to think that maybe he should get out of bed. Someone has already been knocking on his door consecutively for the last hour, but he has ignored it all, completely zoning out. He can’t seem to bring himself to move. He feels like shit, especially after only getting an hour of sleep. He finally gives in, opting to pick up his phone and look at the time. It’s only 8 am. 

What the fuck? 

He sits up quickly, now concerned that something must be wrong. It’s then he sees 8 missed calls from his mother, 5 from Zayn and 4 from Liam.

It doesn’t take him long to take a quick pee and get dressed. With his phone to his ear as he dials his mum’s number first, he opens up his bedroom door to come face to face with Zayn. 

“Why have you not been answering? Everyone has been trying to get a hold of you. We thought you were off on a run or something.” 

“ Ok, well I’m not, I’m here. So what’s all the fuss about? What’s happening?”

Zayn decides that ripping the band aid off will be a lot easier and quicker. He is just hoping Harry is going to keep his cool. 

“ It’s Louis.”

The instant panic dawns upon Harry’s face as he listens intensely.

“No one can find him.” 

Running a hand through his hair, Harry begins to walk fast down the hallway as Zayn follows along. 

“Have you knocked on his bedroom door? Maybe he is the one out on a run, have you looked in the woods? Have you searched around the house or his mums – oh shit, does Jay know he is missing?”

Zayn simply answers with a 

“Yes, to all of the above.” 

Shit.

“ Check again.” 

“ We have looked around not once, not twice but three times.” 

“ I said check again.” 

At hearing the pack leader’s alpha voice command, Zayn slightly nods before jogging off to fulfil his order.

Harry…..

Heads straight to Louis’ room.

Staring at the wooden door before him, Harry takes a moment to gather himself before knocking. He feels every inch of his body tense with anxiety. 

Fear.

Fear is your mind’s own way of psyching yourself up for whatever may lie ahead. They say that great things don’t come from comfort zones, and it’s true. All Harry can hope for right now, is that there isn’t a war zone awaiting him instead. 

Knock knock knock

“ Louis?” 

As expected, there is no answer. 

“ I just want to check to see if you are ok. Look, I know you are angry with me, and I totally understand, but” he pauses as he pinches the bridge of his nose……….. “Open the door, please Lou.” 

Harry can not hear anything. Not a sound. No movement, no soft back talk or sniggering, no even a clock ticking. It makes him more nervous than he already was. So he makes what some may call another stupid decision and begins to try and rattle the door open. Again, nothing. He at least thought that would get a reaction out of Louis, but it’s to no avail. 

As the door is locked, Harry begins to forcefully use his shoulder to pry it open. On the third attempt, he is successful enough for the door to swing inwards. The window being wide open is the first thing to catch his attention. With his eyes sweeping around the room, there were two things that were now evidently clear.

One, Louis was nowhere to be found, and two, neither were any of his belongings. 

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A/N

I’m so sorry for the long wait to update. I had a lot going on. We had covid in the house again, and both my daughters birthdays were back to back.  Again, I’m really sorry.

I know, I know, not a lot of Larry in this chapter, but like I always say, trust the process.

I spent too much time debating how I wanted this fic to go, and I’m still not sure if I’ve made the right decision. So please let me know if you are liking the storyline or perhaps what you would like to see happen. 👀

Like always, please remember to comment, vote, and share ! ♡♡♡

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Chapter 3 - Found

A/N

For those of you who are curious.

This is how I’m picturing Harry’s house.

‘ You can cry, you can scream, you can even run and hide if you really need to. However in doing so, yes it may temporarily take the pain away but unless you address the root of a problem, nothing will truly change.’

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You can’t really break up something that was never together to begin with but Harry’s heart never got that memo.  The search for Louis continues into its fourth day. It’s currently 9.15 am and yet again, Harry finds himself with tired eyes and a pounding headache. Like every other morning to date, Zayn knocks and waits for approval to enter. 

“ Anything?” 

Zayn doesn’t answer, instead giving a sad shake of his head. Turning to leave, Zayn clears his throat before giving some unwanted opinions. 

“ Do you really think we should keep looking? He has kind of made it apparent he doesn’t want to be here. What are you going to do if we find him? Drag him back and chain him up?” 

Harry snaps his head quickly, the burrowed eyebrows and frown let’s Zayn know that he should have kept his mouth shut. 

“ Are you for fucking real right now? I just need to know he is safe. I need to apologise. I need to reassure his family that he is ok. There are many reasons he needs to be found and for you to stand there and say that bullshit, what the hell!! “ 

“ I’m sorry. That was uncalled for, I’m just tired. We all need a break H. We’ve been running every night through the woods and- “ 

Walking closer he sits down beside Harry on the bed. As per the other days, he can see the dark circles around Harry’s eyes as he yawns consecutively. 

“ Don’t you think it’s a bit weird that not one person has seen him? He hasn’t been spotted by any of the neighbouring packs or anything. It’s like he just fucking vanished without a trace. Not even a scent of him remains.” 

Harry ignores the small rush of jealousy that sets alight within him, at hearing another alpha speak of Louis’ smell. Anger, worry, regret, anxious, restless, scared, terrified. The alpha has been hit with so many emotions in the last few days that he is beginning to become too overwhelmed. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he watches Zayn who is staring at him with pity. 

“ I don’t know what else to do, Zayn. “ 

His words lack such hope, filled with sorrow as he is slumped with such dejection. With his eyes pinned on the ground in front of them, Harry orders Zayn to tell the others to rest today but to keep their vision and senses on high alert.

“ I need to speak with Liam. Any idea of where he is?”

Liam is an omega who has been mated to Zayn for the last two years. In general, Liam is very well loved by everyone due to his kind hearted nature. Harry is fully aware it was Liam who followed Louis the night of the change. He feels confident enough that Liam tried his best in aiding and comforting him but now he would like the opportunity to pry for some answers. 

“ Um, I think he said this morning, something about heading to the kitchen to do some cooking.” 

Having had no success these last few days, all his faith lies in Liam having some, if any, information on Louis’ whereabouts. Harry just needs something, no matter how big or small that can hopefully settle his concerns. 

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“ Good morning.” 

“ Nooooooooo.” 

Liam desperately tries to catch his phone but fails miserably as it falls down into the batter. Picking it up he grabs a towel from the bench and begins to wipe off the excess mess. 

“ I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Here let me help.” 

Reaching out for the phone, Liam protectively guards it instead of accepting the help. 

“ No, it’s ok. I got it. No big deal. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to creep up on me like that.” 

For the first time in days, Harry actually smiles a little. 

“ I wasn’t exactly trying to sneak up on you, you shouldn’t be texting while standing over a big bowl of mixture. Anyway, you are baking this early in the day?” 

Harry isn’t sure why he senses the omega slightly panic. 

“ Yeah, um. Just trying to keep my mind busy you know……Can I get you something? You hungry?” 

It’s not usual for Liam to be this jittery and it’s not certain whether Harry is reading too much into the way Liam seems to be reflecting. 

“ No, thank you, I’m kind of not in the mood for food at the moment.” 

Liam gives a sympathetic smile.

“ That’s kind of the reason I wanted to talk to you actually, regarding Louis that is.”

Liam appears calm and collected as he wipes his dirty hands on another towel before turning to give Harry his full attention. 

“ Zayn told me there’s been no progression in finding him.” 

Pulling out one of the kitchen table chairs Harry slumps down, his body tired and eager for any type of relaxation. Harry doesn’t want to come off desperate, even though that is exactly how he feels, so he uses all his might to stay grounded in his quest for info. 

“ I really appreciate that you ventured off after him at the bonfire. I’m glad he had somelike like you to talk to.” 

It feels like Liam knows exactly what he’s trying to achieve.

“ I would have done it for anyone, you know that. You don’t have anything to thank me for. “ 

Liam knows it’s coming as they stare at each other diligently. Harry doesn’t waste anymore time now eager to get a response. 

“ Do you have any idea where he is Liam?. Did he say anything to you, any clue at all? I need to know now if you do, I cannot take this anymore, it’s killing me.”

Watching his movements for any indication, Harry examines his body language with such a gaze that Liam is secretly scared that he might be about to hear Harry’s alpha command for the first time. 

“ I … Um….” 

It’s against Liam’s nature to lie out loud in the open, especially when being asked directly and while alone with an alpha. 

“ Liam, please I swear to you, if you know something you MUST tell me NOW!” 

The raise in tone had Liam scared and luckily for him, he was saved by his mate. 

“ Whoah, what the fuck Harry?” Zayn, who had heard the commotion from the other room, races over to his terrified omega.” “Shit, babe are you alright?” 

Liam curls into Zayn as Harry stands to quickly apologise. 

“ I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I just spoke to you like that Liam please, I didn’t mean to, please forgive me.” 

Liam nods as Zayn protectively begins to lead him out of the kitchen but not before sending Harry a snide glance. 

“ You need to calm down. You know if Liam knew anything he would tell you. Any of us would tell you. You can’t be snapping at everyone over your own damn mistake, the very one that put us in this position to begin with, remember.” 

Harry lowers his head in shame because Zayn is right. This is not his usual way of behavior. This is not who he is. He needs to cool off and clear his mind and like fate had already known somehow what it was that he was seeking, his mother’s name flashed across the screen that was ringing on the table in front of him. 

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Anne is sitting on her bed folding laundry when Harry knocks to enter. There’s a fine line between anxiety and eagerness to finally approach his mother. He hasn’t had the time since the night Louis was changed and he has no clue as to how this meeting was about to go down. When he hears a ‘come in’’ he sucks in a breath before opting to just put it straight out there.  

“ Mum I’m so sorry, I don’t know how to explain what happened and –“ 

Anne pats the bed beside her. 

“ Hey sssh with that, there is no need to apologise to me ok. Thank you for agreeing to come and talk to me.” 

Watching Harry look so nervous, she begins the conversation she already knows her son is struggling to initiate. 

“ You have already probably been asked a hundred times, so I’m not going to ask “why” you did what you did. What I want to know is whether your reasons for doing this were worth it in the long run?” 

With Harry just sitting there not answering she takes a deep breath. Anne is conflicted about whether she should ask or not but her motherly instinct is driving her to do so. 

“ You really love him, don’t you.”

It’s not a question but rather a statement and  Harry’s head snaps up so fast with such a sheer sad shock upon his face it gives her her answer. The eyes speak a million words as they just stare at each other for a few seconds. Harry looks away to the ground. 

“ Yes.” 

Silence. 

Anne is trying to be cautious, not wanting him to misread or get upset, especially with the way he has already been so uptight all week.  

“ I’ve had my suspicions for a long time now. It’s ok to feel that way about him. You know that right?” 

Harry can’t believe he is actually having this conversation out loud when he has held these feelings inside for so long. 

“ Do you think he ever felt the same?”

The close relationship with Anne and Harry has always been strung together tightly by a strong presence of a mother and son bond. Anne’s words have never made Harry feel dependent or timid, if anything, they have always made him stronger and independent. He knows his mom’s advice is not going to be sugar coated and that whatever wise words may come, it will all be put forth with honest intent. 

“ I think he did, in his own way, yes.”

“ Did? As in past tense?” 

It’s breaking Anne’s heart as she witnesses the hurt and pain in Harry’s eyes. She can see all the regret, and heartache of missing the person he loves. Not ever has she seen him this broken before. 

“I can’t agree with what you did, Harry. You took away his own rights. This was something you should have discussed with him first. Have you even told him how you feel?”

“ I was too scared, mum. I didn’t want to lose him. I felt trapped and confused and” 

Harry stops to think about how else to explain it without sounding like a total douche. 

“ If I told him and he freaked out, I would have lost him. I didn’t tell him, and I’ve lost him anyway. The day of the canyon moon, he told me he wanted to mate Sophie. I tried not to do it mum I swear to you, I really tried but….every part of me screamed to turn him. The Alpha within me felt like it was pulling me forward, not letting me focus on anything else. I can’t explain it. I don’t know what to do now mum. “ 

At hearing that last part, Anne smiles because she now knows and recognises something that Harry doesn’t, and it warms her heart. She will leave Harry to work that one out on his own.  

“ I will always be your number one supporter but there’s many things you need to learn, my love.” 

Harry bites the inside of his cheek as he listens for further clarification.

“ Like?” 

“Like… when you choose a path, you choose the consequence. You, my boy, need to learn to think before you act.”

Harry understands immediately how true that is but only because he understands it…. doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. 

“ I’m such an idiot. What the heck is wrong with me? How do I change?” 

Anne smiles gently as she places her hand onto Harry’s back and caresses in order to soothe him. 

“I’m not telling you to change who you are as a person. The way you have always been brave and goofy, bringing forth your own sense of a magic aura, is what makes your personality. Continue to be adventurous and kind. Be you! Be free! Just remember to think next time, that’s all I ask.” 

“ You must be so disappointed and angry at me. I’ve disgraced our family, Jesus how do you still love me?” 

Harry tries to joke at the end because right now in front of his omega mum he feels vulnerable. He adores his mum deeply and Anne always finds a way of making Harry feel valued and loved, just like she is doing now as she wraps an arm around him pulling him in closer, Harry’s head now resting on her shoulder. 

“Oh sweetheart, you may have outgrown my lap but never my heart Harry.”

Hugs with mum was exactly what he had needed. 

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The only thing he possibly feels like doing right now is sleeping. Every ounce of energy has been drained from him as he walks through the front door in the late afternoon. 

“ Oh, your back, how did it go?” 

Having such a large house it’s hard to imagine that Harry sometimes ‘forgets’ how many pack members reside in his home. Besides himself, Zayn and Liam, Louis, Niall, Oli and a couple others all have rooms downstairs. 

Zayn jumps up from the sofa , throwing the remote on the coffee table as he follows Harry on through to the kitchen. 

“ Let’s just say I was bombarded with a hundred and one questions. ‘What was your intention in changing the alpha?’ Do you want to mate him?’ ‘Where is he?’ ‘Are the Tomlinsons ok?” 

Harry can’t help the way his voice mocks the elders using a sarcastic tone.

“ Put it this way, I’m glad I’m home.”

Harry had finally stopped trying to avoid the alpha elders who had demanded a meeting. He knew some were confused, some were sad, and a few were downright angry about the event that had taken place.  He gave in and gathered them all together, a conversation he was terrified of having but was needed, now finally done and dusted. 

“ And um….Did you answer those questions?” Zayn nervously asks, because he is hoping that he too might get some honest words if Harry finally opens up. 

“ Sort of. Anyway I’ve got to sleep for an hour or so, i’m so spent. “ 

Zayn doesn’t move yet or walk away because he knows Harry is going to turn back around now any second. 

“ Oh. I’m guessing since I’ve heard nothing from you, he hasn’t been found.” 

“ Sorry.” Zayn mumbles, knowing it’s hurting Harry inside.

“ What is that smell?”

“ Liam was baking again.”

“ Since when is he such a dedicated baker?”

Zayn laughs. 

“ I seriously have no idea, but I’m not complaining.” 

Entering his bedroom, he thought he would fall asleep easily but every time he closes his eyes, all he sees is visions of Louis in pain curled on the ground as he transformed. He hears the piercing in his ears from Louis’ scream, so fresh and crisp like it was happening all over again.

Harry lays there with a heavy heart as he begins to cry.

He just wants his best friend back. There has never been a time in Harry’s life that he has regretted and wished he could take back, more than this. The worst part at the present is the ‘ not knowing.’  Not having any idea if he is ok or safe. Not knowing whether he is healthy or injured or emotionally any better. Not knowing where he is, is absolutely without a doubt tearing up his insides. What makes it hurt that little bit more is that Louis understands Harry’s anxiety. After knowing each other their entire life, Louis would know how much this would be affecting him. 

‘ Please, just come home Lou.’

The sound of his own sobs feels foreign. There’s only been two other times in his life that he can remember where he has ever cried. When he was five years old, he had been playing with Louis in the lounge room with both their parents nearby who were sitting drinking tea. It was nearing bed time and Louis didn’t like it when his mother had informed the pair that it was almost time to pack up and part ways. Louis had a small tantrum which made Jay threaten him. He remembers it like it was yesterday. 

‘ If you keep carrying on like that mister, you will not play with Harry ever again.’ 

To Jay it was an empty, innocent threat and tactic that parents sometimes use in order to get their child to listen and co-operate. For Harry, only being five, he began crying immediately thinking he would never see his best friend again. To him, it was real.  

The last time he ever cried was when he was nine. The young lads were having a sleepover and they were having the best of times. Lots of food and laughter late into the night was probably one of the first moments he had truly realised the ‘unusual’ and ‘ unnatural’ feelings he felt towards Louis and that was only because Louis had confessed to him that he had experienced his first kiss from a girl that morning. Harry had excused himself to the bathroom where he felt tears trickle down his cheeks. He tried his best to store those feelings and hide them away but as the years passed, he found those feelings only growing and continuing to clog his mind.

Harry grabs a tissue and blows his nose. He wants to fucking laugh because if he doesn’t he will only begin to cry harder because it’s only now that he has noticed the pattern. Louis has been the only one, whether it be directly or indirectly to make him cry. It says a lot to his conscience because he never even cried at his father’s funeral. He had used the excuse of maturing and stepping up to fulfil his duties as the newly appointed strong alpha he was destined to be. 

Now, it’s clear as day. 

Louis was and always will be his weakness. The only one to bring out his true self, and the emotions he only knew how to suppress. 

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It’s been a full week and still no word on Louis’ whereabouts. Something needs to change and funny enough, Liam enters through the kitchen door just as Harry places his empty bowl into the sink. He doesn’t see Harry at first, his head buried deep into his phone typing quickly. 

“ Boo” 

Liam jumps, a little startled. 

“ Christ, Harry you really got to stop doing that to me.” 

Again, Liam appears jumpy and if you had asked, Harry would tell you that he seems way too calm with Louis missing. 

“ You cooking again, this late in the afternoon?” 

“ Yep” is all Liam can muster out as he turns his back and begins to pull out some ingredients from the fridge. 

Chicken, mozzarella, Parma ham. 

If Harry wasn’t suspicious enough before, then he is now, because Liam is making Louis’ favourite meal. 

“ You think by making that, it will summon him back?” 

“ Huh? Oh..ah ..yeah, something like that I guess. It might work.” He slightly laughs. 

Harry can smell the nerves radiating off the omega. Looking towards the corner of the island bench he notices a basket of cupcakes. 

“ Why the sudden need to make cupcakes all the time and why so many?” 

Yep, it’s making Liam even more nervous just like he thought it would have. 

“ Just, trying to keep everyone calm and fed while the search continues and besides, who doesn’t like a good cupcake?” 

Harry nods and leaves the room with a clear thought. 

Liam, was not to be trusted. 

After spending all night thinking about Liam’s odd behaviour, he has come to one conclusion. 

Today, he will stalk Liam. 

It goes against the type of leader he always wanted to be, but at this desperate point of time, comes desperate measures.

Liam has had two coffees in the span of one hour. He crosses off the possibility that he may be pregnant, hence the obsessive desire and need to bake. Omegas generally cut the caffeine when expecting a pup. He has spent the morning with Zayn, once more intrigued with his phone more than his romantic lunch date on the grass out front.   

The rest of the afternoon was entirely focused on more freaking baking. Harry is fed up by 7pm when he enters the kitchen, and this time he didn’t feel the need to be so cryptic. He storms in there with the intention of finding out what the fuck was going on but once he sees the mountain of cupcakes on the bench he freezes. 

“ For the love of God, why are there so many cupcakes?” 

Liam who looks like a deer struck by headlights doesn’t even blink let alone move. 

“ To keep every-“ 

“ I know, to keep everyone calm and fed, you said that before but I’m calling bullshit.” 

Harry knows all he has to do is use his alpha voice to get an honest answer but Liam is one of his closest friends and there’s no way he wants to piss Zayn off again, not when he had only apologised for the mishap with Liam not long ago. 

“ Just go!” 

The way Harry slams his fist down onto the table makes Liam jolt. In his moment of being terrified, Liam leans behind him and grabs his coat, exiting the kitchen quickly leaving his phone behind. 

Staring at it. He picks it up and twirls it in his hands and he almost swipes to unlock it. But his mother’s words ring in his ears.

‘ When you choose a path, you choose the consequence.’ 

He clenches it in his hands and feels rather pleased with himself for not going through with it. He decides to follow out after Liam in the hopes he hasn’t ventured too far. He suddenly comes to halt when he sees Liam standing in the hallway. He is patting his jeans for his phone that he clearly doesn’t have. Liam looks to the ceiling but doesn’t move. Harry takes a small, very quiet step forward which in return, makes Liam walk faster to the end of the hallway where he disappears around the corner, heading in the direction of his bedroom. 

With curiosity flowing throughout him, he stops in the same spot where Liam just stood. He too looks to the roof where he frowns, because this looks suss as fuck. He reaches up and pulls down the ladder that leads to the attic. 

He begins his ascent and reaches half way up before he sees Louis pop his head out. 

“ Jesus Liam, you are so late tonight, I’m starving-“ 

He is met with Harry’s intense angry stance who has frozen in disbelief.  

For some unknown reason, Louis takes the opportunity to smile profoundly. 

“ Oh, Hi Harry!” 

He chirps so cheerfully that Harry momentarily goes into shock, because was Louis fucking Tomlinson standing in front of him, in his own house so damn happy hiding in the attic, all the while he has spent the last week searching for him turning himself into a complete and utter mess! The initial shock doesn’t last long though before it quickly turns to anger.

The last thing Louis wants is to have Harry enter the attic where he has been residing. He begins to climb down the stairs making Harry recede backwards. Coming face to face as they stand firm on the ground, Harry notices something that he probably shouldn’t be focusing on right now, but it’s impossible not to. 

Harry cannot smell Louis at all. 

But that he will get to later, because right now the growl emitting from his throat has Louis looking a tad worried. That’s when he tries to calm himself before he scares Louis the same way he had done so to Liam. What Harry wasn’t prepared for, came next. 

“ What’s the matter Harry? You look a little tired.”  

The way Louis smirks thinking he is funny has Harry disregarding his prior attempt at keeping this reunion peaceful. 

“ You did this deliberately?” Harry asks as he watches Louis’ smile widen.

For a fresh omega, Louis is rather brave as he steps closer, his heart racing as they now stand chest to chest.

“ Do what? I’ve had a lovely little holiday, it’s been so-“ 

“ DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA HOW WORRIED AND SCARED I’VE BEEN. YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING, YOU JUST MADE A DECISION TO HIDE AND DIDN’T CARE HOW MUCH I, I MEAN, WE ALL MISSED YOU AND THOUGHT YOU WERE HURT. PEOPLE HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOU, GOD DAMN IT LOUIS, I’VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOU, EVERY DAY AND NIGHT!” 

Louis hasn’t moved or made a single sound as Harry yelled at him. Harry thinks maybe he has overstepped again but, no, he is mistaken as Louis frowns, now furious with Harry’s words. Leaning up towards Harry’s mouth, for a split second he thought he saw Louis catch a whiff, if he did, it was well disguised. Maybe Harry imagined it. He was expecting Louis to fire something back at him. Harry was ready for war. So why did Louis relax, his voice soft but still so stern. It confuses Harry, because this omega should be intimidated by his temper, not be eager to fight back. 

“Sounds to me like you were scared, not appreciating the fact that I didn’t speak to you first before acting on something, hmm, were you hurt that I did that Harry?” 

Harry has stilled. He can’t be too sure but he’s pretty certain he is holding his breath as Louis’ words are like a sharp knife painfully twisting through his chest. 

“ Did you not like being in control, felt betrayed by my absence with no explanation. DID IT HURT HARRY, LIKE IT FUCKING HURT ME WHEN I HAD NO CHOICE OR ANSWERS FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME!!!” 

That familiar pool of water settles in the corner of his eyes as he focuses on keeping it together.  

“ Doesn’t feel nice when you have no choice or say in anything, does it H?  To feel useless, knowing that the person you cared about didn’t give a shit how you would feel.” 

Harry opens his mouth ready to try and gather some if any, sort of words in an attempt to apologise but Louis beats him to it, traditionally in mic drop style.  

“ Sound familiar Harry, welcome to my life! I don’t ever want to be near you again. STAY…THE …FUCK…AWAY ….FROM…ME.” 

Louis pushes past Harry who watches him stroll down the hallway. It seems Niall, Liam, Zayn and Oli have all heard the commotion and have gathered to watch on. 

“ It’s not a fucking show.” 

For the first time in his life, he has been talked down to by an omega and if it were any other circumstance he would be sending out a punishment by now, but with Louis, he can’t find it within himself to torture that boy any more than he already has. The second hand embarrassment is hitting pretty hard though as he realises everyone has heard and seen it. 

It isn’t a coincidence that his eyes find Liam’s first, who is currently fidgeting nervously beside his mate.  Zayn has clicked on too as to what has happened by the obvious tension and awkwardness. 

If the look he is throwing at his omega is anything to go by……… Liam is in BIG BIG trouble. 

The other not so innocent abnormal omega has Harry appearing fully pissed. On the inside however, it’s a completely different story. Internally he is crying for joy that Louis is safe and home. 

While Louis has clearly made it apparent how he feels. All of those years together on a daily basis is now irrelevant as he walks away from it all.

It doesn’t matter if it was just a friendship, when it ends, the heart still breaks the same way. Sometimes tears are not always found falling from the eyes but from your heart as well. 

Harry has lost Louis and it’s all because of a silly spur of the moment choice. A very selfish decision.

Ahh, choices. 

Everything in life is a reflection of a choice you have made. Alternatively, if you want different results, you first must make different choices. 

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Chapter 4 - Too Fast

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I know I apologise for the long wait normally, but this time, it’s different. I’ve had some big issues going on at home, and to be honest, I didn’t feel like writing at all. I’m so very sorry. 😭🫣 

After sleeping for an entire week in an attic, being back in his bed felt bloody fantastic. So why did Louis find himself once again back in the attic this morning? Subconsciously, he knows why, but he can’t admit it yet or share it with the class.

Laying in bed last night, he decided that Liam is the first person he needs to see today. He feels terrible for putting him into the position he had done so, especially with Zayn. He realises now that it was stupid and foolish and that an apology is his top priority.

He searches and searches the house, and normally, it isn’t this hard to find him.

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From his peripheral vision, Harry catches a glimpse of Jay. She doesn’t seem to be doing anything in particular as she sits on the log, taking in the sun’s rays. There is a book in her hand, but her eyes seem to be focused elsewhere. That’s how Harry finds himself giving a small wave. Jay stands and begins to walk towards him, which makes Harry a slight bit nervous.

Did Jay know about Louis hiding?

Of course, she must have.

There’s no way Louis would cause his own mother unnecessary stress just to accomplish his ridiculous prank, right?

“ Good morning, Harry.”

With Harry having changed Louis, of course it was expected that things had shifted between them. Jay had once thought of Harry as part of her own family, and now the formality of their conversation feels strange and out of place.

“ Morning. It’s a lovely day indeed.”

Harry was on the verge of trying to excuse himself from this awkward position, but before he had the chance, she watched Jay look over his shoulder as she smiled.

“Baby, you are home!!!”

Jay moves to try and pass, but Harry grabs her arm, causing her to frown initially, but softens when she remembers who Harry is.

“ You can cut the act now Jay, I am pretty positive you knew all along, but I found him last night. I’m not happy about the little scheme you guys pulled. Somehow, I kind of expected something like this from Louis, but as an adult, you could see every one of us out searching and wasting our time and energy. That, I’m disappointed in.”

Jay is staring at Harry like she has just seen a ghost.

“ What? What do you mean?”

With both in deep confusion as they continue to suss each other out, they turn to Louis, who has now walked over to join them.

“ Get your fucking arm off of my mother!”

Harry hadn’t taken notice of his firm hold on her and quickly removes it. Jay has never in her life had to growl at her son this way before.

“ Louis William Tomlinson! As a parent, I fully understand you are still hurt and upset about the change. I am too, but do I have to remind you who you are speaking to like that! Harry is our pack leader and an alpha. For the love of God, please show some respect and hold your tongue.”

Louis glares at Harry and can’t fathom how it is that he finds himself hating Harry even more than before.

As expected, Jay is ready to defend herself because all that she knew was that he was safe after Liam had texted her saying that he had heard from Louis.

“Now Harry, excuse my son here, but again I will politely ask. What are you talking about?”

Louis has no clue of their previous conversation, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. He begins to take a step backwards when Jay scorns him.

“ Don’t you move a muscle, mister!”

Harry flicks his eyes between the pair. If looks alone could kill, Harry would already be six feet under. As bad as he still feels for the trouble he has caused, Louis’ stupidity in the attic has really pissed him off. He knows Jay will rip into him and for once in his life, he doesn’t even care.

“So you had no idea Louis was hiding in the attic all along? Wasting our resources and scaring everyone for no reason? I know Louis well enough to guarantee he wouldn’t have had you worry, he would have told you. Come to think about it, you didn’t seem that concerned while we were all out searching. So please, don’t insult my intelligence, Jay.”

Her jaw goes slack as her eyes bulge in surprise.

“ Harry, I can promise you this instance, I had no idea he was here.”

Her demeanor changes as she slightly shifts about on her feet. Pressing her lips together tightly, Harry can sense how nervous she is.

“ I won’t lie, I didn’t know he was here but I did know he was safe. Liam had told me he had received a text from Louis saying he was ok and that he would be back soon. Liam told me not to say anything and that you already knew. As far as I was aware, you guys were only out looking for him to try to talk him into coming home quicker.”

Louis hasn’t taken his eyes off the ground in front of him the entire time, he does look scared, though. But whether it’s fear from Jay or Harry, is yet to be determined.

Jay is shocked as she turns to Louis in disarray. Harry can see she isn’t lying. He had gotten it all wrong.

“ Ok, well then. I’m sorry that you were in fact lied to as well. Please excuse me, I have some stuff to attend to.”

With Harry now gone, Louis tries to apologise, but easily gets distracted.

“ Mum I’m sorry but Harry, he bloody turned me and –“

He pauses for a moment as his mind drifts off. “ Speaking of Liam, where is he? I haven’t seen him in days.”

Jay is beyond furious as she takes a hold of his hand, dragging him downwards to sit on the grass. 

“Liam? I don’t care where Liam is because YOU young man, have some bloody explaining to do.”

Louis not only hates Harry, he now fully  despises him because to Louis, his mother being disappointed in him, hurts him, really really hurts him. He loves his mother more than anyone, and seeing her so let down like this is making his heart ache.

“Well… What are you waiting for? Explain yourself.”

Louis knows there’s no way of getting out of this. He inhales, taking a deep breath. If he were to be honest, opening up to his mum, was not that of a ‘want’ but more of a ‘need’ because even as angry as she may seem, he knows his mum has his best interests at heart.

For two hours, the mother and son haven’t deviated from the front yard. Harry, who had not long ago finished up some errands, can’t seem to keep away from the lounge room window where he has a clear view. He hasn’t been standing there too long, but he was in time to watch Jay engulf her son into what looks like a warm embrace as they rose to their feet.

Louis had surprisingly confessed to his mum about how much he is suffering and how being an omega was affecting him.  Was it a hard conversation for Louis to have? Absolutely, but Jay had calmed her boy and spoke with the utmost positivity and insight that she’s confident enough that she’s talked some sense and reasoning into him.

Louis lets it all out to mum, who sits back and listens closely. He discusses how much Harry had hurt him. Jay wanted to ask many questions, especially about why he thought Harry would do such a thing but opted to stay quiet and just let her son unload his emotions. He goes on to talk about the embarrassment he is facing from his peers and the elders. He claims he is a failure and his life is now ruined. Jay can’t let him think that way any longer.

He has just spent hours explaining how life has changed so much, but his scent was one of the biggest changes he despised the most. That and his appearance. He still hasn’t gained enough bravery yet to face a mirror, but it doesn’t help that he hasn’t changed back into a wolf since the night he changed.

“ Before you go darling, I do need to ask about your scent.”

“ I asked Liam to find and supply me with scent neutralizers.”

“ YOU WHAT?”

Jay shakes her head with nothing but concern as she grabs Louis’ hands to hold in her own.

“ Darling, you shouldn’t be using them, not now at least. It’s too soon. You only just changed. The same rules apply for a newly presented omega. The first three months are most important and vital for the development of your wolf. No neutralizers, no suppressants, no anything. It’s very dangerous, sweetheart. You need to stop them immediately, do you understand me?”  

“ What if I don’t want anything to do with my new wolf?”

There’s nothing more heartbreaking for a parent than to watch their offspring suffer in pain, whether that be physical or emotional, especially when they can’t do anything to help change it. Most times, all that you are doing… Is all that you can do.

Jay’s heart aches for him. She can see how much he misses being an alpha. The plans he had made for himself, the omega Sophie he was growing close to and saw a future with, all of his future outlook gone in an instant.  One thing she doesn’t like to witness is her only son being so damn sad.

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“ Hey um, can I speak with you for a moment?” 

Zayn sets the weight bar down beside him and stands up grabbing his towel. He pats his face damply to clear away the sweat.

“Absolutely, what’s up?”

Harry looks around to make sure the coast is clear.

“ It’s about Liam.”

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It feels like it takes forever as he ponders around the property in search for his fellow omega friend. He can’t seem to locate him at all. He has searched the entire house from front to back, inside and out. Everyone he has asked, have all said the same thing. ‘ Haven’t seen him, sorry.’

He contemplates going to look in the woods but decides to check his room once again. It was the first place he went to, but there was no answer earlier.

Knock knock knock

It pays to always check twice because this time the door does indeed open, too bad it was to a very frustrated looking Zayn.

“ Nope. Seeya.”

Louis lowers his head, and a sense of hopelessness like he has never experienced before washes over him.

Although Zayn is still furious about how Louis handled the attic situation and involving Liam in the process, he can’t help but feel for him and the big change he was put through involuntarily.

“ Fine, you have two minutes.”

Louis smiles as Zayn pushes open the door. The alpha moves to the side, allowing Louis to enter, where he sees Liam at the kitchen sink washing dishes.

“ Louis!”

Wiping his hands, he walks quickly giving him a hug but pulls back at noticing Zayn’s warning glare.

Louis doesn’t want to waste the limited time he has, so he begins to speak really fast.

“ Liam, I just wanted to come and apologise to you.” He looks over at Zayn, who is now positioned right next to Liam protectively. 

“ To both of you, actually.”

“ Louis, you don’t- “

Liam begins to object to the apology as Zayn interrupts.

“  Let him speak.”

The alpha tone not only makes Liam shut up immediately and obey, it scares Louis tremendously. It’s the first time of hearing an alpha command, and his body betrays him as he cowers his head. His legs tremble slightly and although it’s unavailable to the eye, he can feel his whole body tense and go rigid. Louis just wants to leave. It’s clear Zayn is still super mad and watching Liam’s actions, he is now putting together how tough Zayn is being on him. He isn’t sure if he wants to say what he originally wanted to say now because he isn’t sure of how Zayn will react, so he tries to keep it quick and simple.

“ Liam, I’m so sorry for involving you the way I did. You said you didn’t want to hide things from Zayn, and I should have respected that. You also warned me it was a bad idea and I didn’t listen. Please forgive me.”

Liam nods but gives Louis a suspicious eyebrow raise because Liam hadn’t said any of that. In fact, Liam was the one who offered to help. He realises quickly enough that Louis is trying to get him out of trouble.

“ Zayn, I should never have asked Liam to help me like that. It was very irresponsible of me. Please believe me when I say Liam is not at fault here. He tried his best to discourage me, and I apologise for the nights you ran out in the woods searching. I didn’t think clearly how it would affect others. This is all new to me, and I’m struggling. It’s no excuse, but my apology is sincere.”

With luck on his side, Zayn smiles slightly before starting to walk to the door, with Liam following close behind.

“ I do appreciate you coming here and admitting your wrong doings. I am glad to hear Liam at least tried to do the right thing.”

Leaning over, he kisses Liam on his temple. Louis tries his hardest not to smile because his plan had worked.

Opening the door up, Zayn gestures for Louis to leave.

“I do hope you plan on continuing your apologies by visiting Harry next.”

Louis is not sure if that was a question or a statement. By the look on his face, he thinks it’s the latter.

“ Yeah, of course.”

Liam smiles at Louis as the door closes. Louis stands there for a split second, just long enough to hear Zayn.

“ Sorry for keeping you locked up here. Your punishment is over. Just please darling, don’t do anything so reckless like that again.”

He smirks to himself as he proceeds down the hallway. Boy is he happy Liam is out of trouble now, but as he reaches the top of the staircase, he looks left down towards Harry’s office way before turning right instead. He smirks as he hops down the stairs, because hell would have to freeze over, for Harry to get an apology.

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With his family busy and being pretty sure he should keep some distance from Liam today, Louis feels alone. Having been so used to having Harry to speak to every day, it’s apparent now how much time he really did spend in Harry’s company. He kind of feels stuck in a hard place because the one person he wants to talk to about his change and would love a hug from, is the very same person who stabbed him in the back and made the change to begin with. The sun is shining bright today, and with the birds chirping off in the distance, Louis tilts his head backwards, basking in the heat radiating from the sun. He drops his head quickly when he hears some laughing. His attention is brought to a group of people across the yard playing soccer. 

Yes, exactly what he needs to cure his boredom.

Beginning to jog over, he stops when he hears that dreaded voice.

“ Tomlinson, what do you think you are doing?”

‘Fuck sakes’

Trust Brad to ruin his mood.

“ Look dickhead, I know you are a little bit slow in the head, or maybe your eyes just don’t fucking work, but it’s very clear I’m going over there to play football. Now piss off and leave me alone.”

Brad laughs, and it angers Louis, because if he were still an alpha, this cunt wouldn’t even be speaking to him.

“ You really are funny, but um, my eyes work perfectly fine. Can’t say the same about your memory though, can we Louis?”

He sighs as he places a hand on his hip, but quickly retracts it when he notices how feminine that felt. Unlucky for Louis, Brad too had seen the gesture and sniggers, and Louis really really really can’t wait to get away from this prick.

“ What are you talking about? If you got something to say, hurry up and say it, I’m bored with you already.”

“ You always have liked playing, haven’t you? You, ya moron, are kind of forgetting that only alphas are allowed to indulge in sports.”

Louis is fucking dying inside because, yes, he had forgotten. Omegas are small and not as not strong as the others. Omegas are supposed to look after themselves, so they can look after others. Playing sports is a no-no. There is not to be any chance of an omega injuring themselves, no matter how small or ‘safe’ the sport may be. This is in case they damage any part of themselves, resulting in them affecting their childbearing abilities.

There’s not one thing he can think of to rebuttal back because this asshole is a hundred percent correct.

“ Go find another hole to crawl into, no-one finds you remotely likeable.”

Brad smirks, happy that he has annoyed him enough, and turns to leave. He looks back behind his shoulder and smiles.

“ Harry does. In fact, he just waved me over. Nice seeing you again, Lewis, such a pleasure as always.”

Louis watches him as he begins walking back towards the house, where Harry was indeed waiting for him. Louis has never been able to put a finger on why Brad had disliked him so much for all these years. Now, as he watches Brad place his hand on Harry’s bicep as they both laugh, Louis finally places the jigsaw pieces together.

Brad fancies Harry.

It all makes perfect sense now. Louis had previously taken up all of Harry’s time. No omega rarely had the opportunity to get Harry alone. If Louis moved, Harry moved, and vice versa. That is just how things had always been. It pings his heart a little to now realise after having finally stepped outside the bubble they were confined in, that he was holding Harry back from finding a mate. Not that Brad would ever come close to mating Harry, or so Louis hopes. This moment of thought also brings him to remember Sophie, Sophie to whom he is still scared of seeing, because what does he say to her exactly?

He takes one last look at Harry and Brad, who appear deep in conversation. He lowers himself down onto the grass and takes a little nap. 

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It is late in the afternoon when Harry goes by the kitchen and smells something delicious. The familiar smell he has learned to get used to all week.

“ Liam, I swear to god.”

To say he is shocked to find Louis in the kitchen is an understatement. Louis has never really been the type of person to voluntarily bake, so for Harry it’s definitely weird to currently stand there and watch him close up the oven and begin cleaning his mess on the counter.

Louis throws him a quick glance before placing the bowls in the sink. He hasn’t said a single word yet, and all Harry can think about is how much he has missed him. Continuing to tidy up his mess as Harry watches on, Harry’s heart beats erratically as he debates on what to do next. Since Louis hasn’t walked out or yelled at him, he uses the chance to try and explain and apologise.

“Can we talk? I know I fucked up and…”

Harry stops for a second and thinks wisely about what to say because this is the first time they have had any real opportunity to talk after, well, calming down a little. He walks a little closer, becoming dangerously close to Louis’ back as he faces away towards the sink.

“I’m sorry, Louis, I really am. If I could go back in time, I would. There’s so much more I want to tell you and-“

Louis stills, as Harry’s breath hits the back of his neck.

There’s an old saying that implies that silence is the fence around wisdom. Louis decides to keep quiet, not because he has nothing to say but rather because sometimes, no words ARE the better answer and also, silence can never be misquoted.

He collects his cupcakes that are already placed in the air locked container and switches off the oven while Harry slightly shifts out of his way a little. He tried hard not to, but it was damn near impossible as he inhales a whiff of Louis as he passes, and it has him craving the need for more. Was it wrong and rude to do so, yes, but he knows Louis is about to leave, and he doesn’t know when he will get this opportunity again, so he grabs him by the hand, stopping him.

Louis makes eye contact and it’s very stern at first.

“ Lou, please.”

Louis looks down at where Harry is holding his hand, his thumb gently caressing his skin. It appears Harry isn’t even aware he is doing it.

Louis’ eyes soften as blue meets green. He stares deeply into Harry’s eyes, like he’s stuck in a fucking trance. As much as he still hates Harry for what he has done and never would he admit it out loud, having Harry, his best friend so close to him again, doesn’t do anything to ease the pain of missing him. He could almost feel himself forgiving him right there and then.

He snaps himself out of it by ripping his hand away and quickly storms up to his room, where he goes straight to the bathroom. He cries as he hurries to undress himself because something he has never felt before has him wiping away tears, and it’s not got anything to do with the way Harry’s hands felt nice or how good he smelt. Or maybe it did. It would certainly explain the slick currently filling his underwear. He jumps into the shower, turning on the water, where he moves fast to discard it. He wipes quickly, watching it all slide down the drain. With every second that passes, Louis cries harder. It still feels too unnatural and something he had never imagined or had been prepared for. He hates it. He hates all of this. He falls to the shower floor, where he lets the water beam down his face. Never in his life has he cried so hard.

The biggest concern Louis has right now is the ‘why’ factor. He isn’t stupid he knows what slick is etc but what concerns him, was why had he just gotten it around Harry? The thoughts and realisations are hitting hard and Louis can feel himself begin to fall apart.

Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? An hour? Louis couldn’t tell you how long it took for him to eventually vacate the bathroom, but somehow here he now stands outside Liam and Zayn’s bedroom door. His hair is still wet, his eyes are probably blotchy still, but he doesn’t care. All he does understand and recognise right now, is that he wants Liam.

He almost feels the need to run now that he has knocked, but he holds himself together as the door opens to an amused looking Zayn.

“ Can I um… can I see Liam, please?”

“No.”

It’s a short and sharp response, and Louis just shakes his head in agreement to hide his disappointment. Upon further investigation as he scans Louis from top to bottom, Zayn notices the omega is indeed distressed and even though his mind is telling him otherwise, his inner alpha wants to help him. He steps aside allowing Louis to enter, who immediately jumps in bed with Liam who is currently watching a movie. Liam doesn’t ask any questions, he already knows what he needs. He opens up his arms to which Louis buries himself into, he cuddles up and falls asleep in the blink of an eye.

Louis is awoken by Liam shaking him. He flutters open his eyes and looks around the room, remembering where he was.

“ Are you ok, Louis. You have slept for hours. Zayn had to go on patrol for a bit, but he should be back any second. Are you feeling ok? You were groaning a little like you were in pain. Come to think of it, you don’t look too well.”

Louis re adjusts himself sitting up to stretch. 

That is when Liam smells it immediately.

“Shit, Louis, you are going into heat.”

“What?!? Why? How? No, no, no.”

Louis jumps up and out of bed and begins to panic as he paces the room. Liam watches the way he wipes his forehead before removing his jumper.

“Have you got the heater on, Liam? Please turn it down. I feel like I’m on fire.”

Liam doesn’t reply, and it’s because Louis notices he is already on the phone. The heat radiating from his skin has Louis now removing his shirt and pants, and as soon as he does, he feels a little cooler.

He freezes when he realises what’s happening ‘downstairs’. 

He turns away from Liam, trying to save his last bit of dignity. He even crosses his legs to prevent himself from doing it, but he can’t help it, he caves and reaches to rub his hard length.

“ Oli is on his way. He will be here very soon. He will meet us in your room. He is bringing a kit for you.”

Louis has sat down on the lounge, gently palming himself with his eyes closed.  Liam looks away and wonders whether he should call Jay because all this doesn’t seem right. The time frame of Louis changing and having his first heat is too soon. Way too soon. He hears Louis moan, and he knows it won’t be much longer until he is fully under.

Making the call was the right decision because Jay explained the difference between presenting and being changed and what they know about being turned, which in reality isn’t really a lot. History has it that they only know of four other people being turned into Omegas around the world. Majority of the time, you hear stories of betas and omegas changing into alphas. What they have discovered is that an omegas first heat generally starts at the third month from transitioning. There is only one way it would start earlier, and so far, Anne is the only one who has worked it out, and that is only by hearing ‘tales’.

The front door opens and Liam couldn’t be happier.

“ Thank god you are h-“

He had thought it was Oli coming to the rescue. Turns out it was Zayn instead.

“ Liam, are you alright? I sensed you were stressed out and …….my fucking god, what is that smell!” The alpha turns to see a now fully naked Louis stroking himself on the lounge.

“ Jesus Christ, Holy mary mother of God!”

Zayn turns around, trying to respect his privacy as Liam laughs and raises an eyebrow at his mate.

“ Stop yelling Christian profanities at me and pull yourself together. It’s not like you haven’t seen an omega in heat before.”

Liam lowers his eyes down to Zayn’s crotch, where Zayn notices his hard on. He covers himself with his hands quickly as he begins to panic.

“ Shit, darling. Oh fuck, it doesn’t mean anything, I don’t like Louis that way I swear, I…. I, it’s not what it looks like, baby please, I’m not lying.”

Liam actually laughs at his doofus alpha and shuts him up by gently beginning to shove him closer towards the exit.

“ I know, babe. His scent is overly strong, being his first heat. It’s natural, I get it. You are just reacting the way any alpha would. Now, please, I need to help Louis and you being here is distracting me. I will find you later, ok.”

After a quick peck on the lips, accompanied by another groan, with much restraint, Zayn opens the door to leave but is met with a very determined Harry who is storming towards them. Looking at Liam, they both stare at each other with concern.

“ Close the door now!”

There’s a look in Harry’s eye that has never been witnessed before, and Zayn steps in front of the door initially to guard it. He knows Harry well, and he can also guarantee that whatever was happening now was out of his wolf’s instinct to Louis’ scent, but Zayn….. he is more intelligent than he leads on and while he knows what he is about to do is going to get him into a lot of trouble, he also knows that if he doesn’t stop Harry now, Harry will hate on himself later on.

“ Harry, NO!”

He is approaching so fast, and he won’t lie, Zayn is terrified at how determined Harry looks at getting beyond the door.

“ That smell, Zee who is that, is that who I think it is, MOVE !”

Zayn stays put and stands his ground as Louis’ cry for ‘help’ is heard.

“ Zaynnn please come back and fuck me. Please.”

As if Zayn wasn’t already scared enough, the way Harry showed no sign of slowing down made him shake with nerves.

“ GET OUT OF MY WAY, MALIK.”

The alpha command echoes down the corridor, and Zayn realises and understands the repercussions he is about to encounter. They say that being brave means staring fear in the face and well…right now he is eye to eye with Harry and like some whimsical wave washes over him, he connects all the dots as to why Harry changed Louis.

“No.”

The breath from Harry’s heavy panting spreads across Zayns cheeks as Harry collectively scans his face in disbelief as to Zayn disobeying him.

“ FINAL WARNING.”

There’s a short but tense silence before Louis’ moans start fulfilling their ears once more. Trying to push past, Zayn once again steps in front of him. Taking a deep breath in, Harry almost overdoses on Louis’ sweet overwhelming scent.

“ Harry please. You don’t want to do this.”

Harry is still looking angry, and it takes Zayn a little moment to realize.

“ Zayn for fuck sakes, I swear to go-“

“ HE DOESN’T WANT YOU, HARRY.”

Of course Zayn didn’t think yelling back at him could work, but by some miracle, Harry’s authority stance softens as he slowly backs away. Zayn can’t help but feel bad at his choice of words that have seemed to deflate Harry in an instant. Not saying anything, Harry finds the will to turn around and begin his fast walk back to his room.

“ Harry. I’m sorry.” Zayn yells, but it’s pointless because Harry is moving fast and has already turned the corner.

Zayn gives Harry approximately twenty minutes to cool off before he knocks on his bedroom door. He can hear commotion going on inside and attempts to open the door, but it’s locked. He uses his intuition that is telling him something is wrong and uses his master key to unlock the door. Now he wishes he hadn’t. Harry currently has sweat dripping down his face as he stands against his bedroom wall, a hand firm on his cock that is free from his trousers, tugging fast with frustration.

Zayn fully awaits for Harry to scream at him to leave, but Harry continues getting off and Zayn can see how concerned and worried he looks.

“What the fuck is happening? Am I?”

Zayn smiles gently with such awkwardness  because he does know what’s going on. Harry is going into rut.

“ Yes, it seems you are, and very fast, but you weren’t due for that for another 6 weeks. What the fuck is going on today?”

Harry is without a doubt confused as he turns away.

“ I will send up some food and supplies.”

“ Yep.” Is all Harry can manage to say as he pants, his high coming close. Zayn turns to leave, and the door is nearly closed before he hears Harry yell.

“ Bring me an omega…and Zayn… make sure Louis is ok.”

🐺🐺🐺

With things seemingly moving fast and out of control today, it’s been one hell of a whirlwind to say the least. Now that the moon is rising, the pack house seems quieter than usual.

Argh, what a way to end the day.

Louis is in heat.

Harry is in rut.

Zayn is embarrassed.

While Liam…

Is still baking cupcakes.

The problem with this ‘curse’ as some prefer to call it, is that not many people truly understand the extent of its implications of the change. Why it happens, how the curse came about, how much it hurts, but more importantly…. how much does it change the person mentally?

Louis as an alpha was straight up full of Sass. He was full of determination, confidence and to a point liked his authority. Not in a degrading manner, but rather the proudness that he would one day look after and provide for a family. So the sudden change dramatically affected Louis physically, but what was to be said about his mental state?

The change hasn’t altered his temper or personality. Not being an omega by the natural cycle of life, he doesn’t display the average temperament just yet. Although he looks like an omega and has the omega physique, only time will tell how long it will take for Louis to fully merge with his new gender. Coming to terms, and accepting your new wolf, would be the biggest and foremost step Louis would need to accomplish in order to succeed.

So it brings back the question on everyone’s mind. Was Louis really that deep into his heat that he had no clue what he was or wasn’t saying or doing?

Five days later and Louis can’t help but smirk to himself as he cleans up the last of his room now that his heat has finished. Embarrassing himself in front of Liam, Zayn and the others was a very hard pill to swallow, and having to apologise to Liam again does in fact make him feel guilty, but Louis has always liked to take a cheap shot at someone who he believed fully deserved it, and well Harry, he was most definitely a walking bullseye.

Repeating to ask Zayn to fuck him felt absolutely weird but knowing it was making Harry fume with anger was totally and utterly worth it. How did Louis come to know of this? Let’s just say, he had a very interesting chat with Sophie the morning of his heat, who felt no restraint in letting Louis know some close to home truths. What was said exactly? Well that my friend, is a story for another day.

🐺🐺🐺

Chapter 5 - Jealousy, Jealousy

A/N

I was going to drag this story out but i’m really no good at slow burns. I kind of want to get things moving along, even if it’s only a little bit. I hope I haven’t made it seem too rushed.

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‘There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy. When you truly look at jealousy in all its forms, jealousy broken down, is really just loving and hating someone at the exact same time.’ 

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As if his heat wasn’t embarrassing enough to himself, when he walks out his door and down the corridor, there seems to be an entourage of people waiting for him.

‘ For fuck sakes’ 

They all look semi concerned and it kind of infuriates him a bit, because he isn’t made of glass, he doesn’t need everyone worried about him 24/7.

“Is there a fire? National emergency? No? Please tell me someone died at least, otherwise what the hell are you all doing here looking like you have lost a million dollars?”

Zayn is the only one that appreciates the sass as he displays a smirk. However, Liam untangles himself from Zayn’s arms and stands up from where they were residing on the couch.

“ We just wanted to make sure you were alright, are you ok?” 

Without realising what he’s doing, he diverts his eyes away down towards the floor. 

“Jesus guys, c’mon, this is weird, I’m fine.”

Whether they are happy with that answer or not, Louis couldn’t care less, because that’s the only answer they are going to get. There is no way he is going to stand here in front of these people and tell them how ridiculous and worthless he felt for the last five days.

Liam accepts the answer hesitantly and smiles gently. He remembers his own first time and Liam is genuinely only worried for his mental state. 

“ Do you need anything? Some food maybe?”

For some reason this prompts Louis to use the opportunity to swerve his eyes around the room. 

Zayn, Liam, Oli, Niall, a couple of elders ,his sisters and his mum. It shouldn’t sting like it does, but Harry is nowhere in sight. The curiosity is getting the better of him, but his pride doesn’t allow him to question his whereabouts. So he keeps quiet. 

‘Good, didn’t want him here anyway, what did I ever see in him? Worst friend ever.’ 

“ How about we all give him some space, yeah?”

Zayn is the only one who picks up on Louis’ need for some personal time alone. It works because everyone stands, everyone… except his mother.

While the others all leave the room in a timely manner, Louis turns to his mum, who wraps her arms around him. Hugging him tightly, she pulls back and studies her son’s face.

“I can’t imagine how you feel right now. I bet that was all strange for you. I’m not going to lie honey, I was worried the entire time. That happened too fast, it’s not normal. Do you feel alright?”

As much as he would rather not discuss it, the worry in his mum’s eyes lets him know that he needs to reassure her. But what does he tell her, or how much of it? Because some of those memories he would kindly wish to forget.

🐺FLASHBACK🐺

Louis is struggling beyond recognition. He can hear Harry on the other side of the door demanding Zayn to let him enter. If he wasn’t in physical pain right now, he would laugh at Harry’s determination. He thinks back to Sophie’ words this morning and it sparks an idea. If what she had told him was true, then Louis was going to make his life miserable. 

“ Zayn, come back here and fuck me.” 

Yep, that ought to do it. Harry supports many wonderful qualities as an alpha. He is head strong and focused, family orientated and a fearless leader, but Harry, well Harry struggles with Jealousy. Realistically, so does Louis, but he won’t mention or admit that part. He can’t contain the smirk that makes its way to his face when he hears Harry getting angry at Zayn, but that soon disappears when he hears Harry’s alpha tone. 

‘No’ Louis whispers quietly. 

Slick forms in record time, flowing out his ass and down his leg, creating a right mess. 

‘ No’ he repeats once more. ‘ Not for Harry, no’ 

There’s no stopping himself now as he becomes increasingly horny. He is not fully under yet, as the door opens to a worried looking Liam. He enters quickly, dropping a small bag and box to the floor. 

“ You still with me?” 

“ Barely” Louis responds, his mind becoming increasingly fuzzy. 

“ Here are the items from Oli to help get you through this, and I’ve packed a heap of food for you. Keep hydrated alright. Are you ok, this is crazy, Louis. I can’t believe you’re in heat already.”

Louis moans as he tugs himself, and Liam knows it’s his cue to leave.

“ Alright, see you on the other side in a few days.”

Louis begins to start talking, but it’s so muffled, as Louis’ wolf is close to taking over.

“ C…c….cu…cup…”

Liam is trying so hard to decipher whatever it is, he is trying to say. Louis shoots his load into his hand, and Liam just wants to leave to give him privacy. He turns to leave, thinking he is now fully under, but Louis manages to yell just in time. 

“ Cupcakes Liam, I need the cupcakes. Please, Li.”

Liam nods.

“ Are you sure you just don’t want me to get-“ 

“ No… no fucking way, no.” 

Exiting the room to collect them, he knows why Louis wants the cupcakes, but he can’t say anything to anyone, as he made a promise. A promise to a freshly turned omega who needed comfort, comfort in a way he was certainly not used to. 

Louis looked down at the box and picked up a dildo. There are so many different emotions and thoughts that are overpowering him. Both mentally and physically, he is trying to fight it all off. He doesn’t want to experience a heat, to hell with it, he doesn’t want this omega at all. 

He can feel tears streaming down his cheeks and no matter how much he tries not to think about it or how much he tries to discourage it, his own body betrays him as he does something he never ever could have predicted he would do in his lifetime. 

His body can feel that his omega is on the brink of breaking through, just as he lays down on the bed. He turns onto his side as he begins to sob, he reaches back, his fingers shaking, fear taking over. Being an alpha his entire life, he has had no preparation for this, he isn’t feeling that same dominance he was used to in his rut, he feels uncomfortable now, he feels sad, he….he feels weak, but most of all, he is terribly scared. As his fingers push slowly into his leaking hole, he cries uncontrollably.

“ Harry, help me.” He stutters through the tears. 

The anger from the change aside, Louis wishes he just had his best friend beside him, not to help with his heat but to talk him through it and support him. As his eyes flutter open and closed as he climaxes once more, the last thing he remembers is Liam laying the cupcakes down near the door.

🐺END OF FLASHBACK🐺

Dignity is a matter of how we perceive ourselves and how we tackle many of life’s challenges. It is primarily based on a deep understanding of our intrinsic self worth and value. With this in mind, Louis clenches down on his jaw as he prepares to try and lie to his mother.

“ It was certainly an experience I wish I never have to go through again but…..well, its a heat what can I say? I survived, didn’t I? I’m ok.”

Jay knows her son well, and just witnessing him rushing out his words like that, she doesn’t miss the brittleness displayed in his tone. He is hiding something, that she is sure of, but she won’t push it, her son will come to her if and when he needs to.

“ Just promise me if you don’t feel well or if anything feels badly off, please Louis sweetheart, come and tell me or one of the elders. Promise me.”

“ Mum, stop stressing. Everything is fine, dont worry about it.”

🐺

After prodding around in search of Liam, he finally spots him strolling out of the woods. He is still in wolf form, his silky long light brown fur

Swaying as he walked slowly out from behind the trees. Some things in life are not meant to be chased or sought after, sometimes things are meant to be admired from afar. He feels a pinch of numbness in his heart, jealousy, envy, whatever it is, he misses transforming. He misses his nightly runs through the woods….he misses his alpha. Watching Liam proudly walking across the grass saddens him and he knows why, he can feel the omega within him clawing desperately to come out. 

He doesn’t feel the urge to want to speak to Liam anymore, a large bowl of ice cream to ease his sudden onset of misery is now his main priority. He makes it back to the kitchen where he collects a tub of cookies and cream flavor. Grabbing a spoon he lifts the lid and digs in. He never used to have such a sweet tooth but now he can’t seem to get enough sugar. 

“ There you are.” 

Liam walks on through, eyeing off the tub and immediately fetching for his own. Now that the pair are alone, Louis uses the opportunity to finally apologise about his “ Preheat antics” Liam who is none the wiser, takes it like a champ. 

“ I mean, hearing you ask my mate to bed you was certainly not on my bingo card this year, but here we are.” 

Louis laughs as Niall and Oli walk past the door, their hands filled with cases of beer. Looking confused Liam explains that it’s Niall’s birthday bash tonight. Amidst all the chaos of his heat, Louis had totally forgotten about it. He jumps off the counter bench where he was sitting and throws the tub back into the freezer. 

“ Shit, I had totally forgotten about his birthday. I don’t have nothing to give him, what am I going to do?”

“ Relax, just collect a beer from the fridge and give it to him, I’m sure that will make him happy enough, you know Niall, he doesn’t like many material things. Unless it involves food or alcohol, that is.” 

It sparks a small laugh from Louis, who picks up his jacket, focusing in on his reflection via the window to fix his hair roughly. 

“ Ok, Let’s go and help set up then.”

🐺

Looking around watching everyone place some tables and chairs accordingly, it kind of reminds Louis of the night he was changed, as the set up looks so eerily familiar.

It’s funny how even after a few weeks, Louis can still see and hear the way people whisper as he walks by. He knows they are all only curious and probably all have questions, but the constant staring doesn’t ease his already low dose of self esteem.

“ Hey sweet.” 

Louis forces himself to refuse the urge to vomit when Zayn showers Liam in kisses. He pretends to laugh at it, but deep down, he is envious of how sickly in love they are. 

“ Guys, please save that for later.” 

Zayn smiles as he scents Liam.

“ What? I haven’t seen him in a few hours, you will understand how that feels one day Louis.” 

Zayn’s remark hits a little too close to home for several reasons. One, he is once again reminded of how close he was to having that, that he could have had that with Sophie and two, the way Liam sunk into a state of relaxation at Zayn’s scent, made Louis think of Harry and that….was confusing him. 

Speaking of, Harry was still nowhere to be seen. He has already shamelessly searched the area by pretending to look around for Niall.

“ Where is Niall?” 

“ I think he and Shawn said something about going into town to grab some last minute supplies. Come to think of it, they have been gone for ages, they should be back any minute now.” 

Louis frowns as he tries to remember. 

“ Shawn? Oh, that’s the new Omega that joined the pack last month, right? I didn’t know he and Niall were that close.” 

“ Really fucking close if you ask me.” Zayn sniggers while he * tries* to discreetly laugh. 

“ Hey, it’s none of our business. Now let’s see what else needs to be done around here.” Liam takes a step forward but is stopped by Louis’ arm. 

“ Where’s Harry?”

He has no answers as to why he just blurted that out. He didn’t want to know where he was, or what he was doing, nope not anymore. So, to say Louis looked at Liam surprised at his own words, Liam’s eyes softened, because Liam understands.

“ Um, well, he…” 

Liam knows where Harry is, but he isn’t sure if telling Louis is the right thing to do, not when-

“ He went into rut, he should be out soon too, it’s rather amusing and interesting how he went into rut at the exact same-“ 

“ Zayn, honey!!” Liam shakes his head no at him.

‘ Harry went into rut?’

Louis knew Harry’s cycle, and the timing was definitely off, but why? So many questions were flooding his mind at this new information. 

“ Yeah, I’m surprised he didn’t spend it alone like he normally does. What was up with that?” 

Niall’s voice appears from behind them as he turns to greet him. 

“ Ni, happy birthday mate.” 

Louis is trying to stay focused but he can’t help but frantically look around.

‘ Harry had an omega?’ 

His eyes move fast scanning the area because now Louis couldn’t help but become desperate to know. 

Who was Harry with?

Ella, Kendall, Sophie, Lara, Shawn, Andrew, Billy, Rose, Darren, his mum. His sisters, Karen, Paul……he spots a couple more but it seems all the omegas are accounted for, all accept…..

‘ No. Surely not. Why?’ 

He tries looking one last time as he hears Zayn. 

“ Oh, there he is now. He must be finished.” 

He is fresh from a shower, his hair is wet as the curls begin to slowly lift. He is dressed in some black skinny jeans accompanied with a plain black button up shirt. He looked happy and boy did he smell amazing.

Shit 

Trapped in his own thoughts, he hadn’t paid attention to Harry approaching closer. Louis avoids making eye contact at first. He wants nothing more than to get out of here. 

“ Nice to see again, Louis. So what’s the goss? What did Harry and I miss?”

With all eyes on him, he has no other option than to reply. 

“ A pleasure as always.”

It’s uncomfortable and the tension is thick. Nope, he isn’t going to stand there and chit chat like everything is ok. Plus this isn’t fair to Niall. 

“Excuse me, I have somewhere I have to be.” 

Louis pushes past Brad, who smirks widely. Harry’s smile dropped as he watched Louis proceed back towards the house. The last thing he ever wanted was for Louis to find out about Brad. When Harry had asked for an omega, he was too far gone by the time Brad entered his room for him to say no. In that moment Harry’s alpha saw an omega and that was that, end of story. He knew Louis disliked Brad but he never imagined bedding him would cause Louis to react that way. Having known each other for so long, he can tell Louis is hurt, he had picked up on his anxious and sad scent. 

“Harry.” Liam greets, nodding his head. 

“ Liam…..” He mimics back. “Zayn, a word, please.” 

🐺

Louis paces the bedroom floor fuming at Brad and his smug face, no, Harry and his ignorance and determination to keep doing everything in his power to continuously piss him off. 

‘Brad, BRAD! Of all goddamn people.’

He stops at his dresser where he takes note of his own appearance. The bottom of his eyes are saggy and dark, the wind has ruffled his hair beyond anything decent looking. Taking a deep breath he shakes his head at his stupidness.

‘ Had Harry gone out of his way to try and annoy me once more? He knew how I felt about Brad.’ 

A wise person once said, ‘ There is nothing more useless in this world, as succeeding so efficiently at something, that really shouldn’t be done at all in the first place.’

There is a pool of jealousy ripping through Louis, for reasons he can’t yet explain nor comprehend. What he is sure of, is that he certainly has no clue as to why he’s about to do, what he’s planning to do and it angers him. 

🐺

Harry keeps looking around for Louis, even though he knows he has returned to the house. He is on his fourth beer and if you were to rewind the clock and go back a couple of months, you would be able to see that this is the time that Harry would normally begin to unwind and become silly with his best friend as the alcohol kicks in. Tonight however, he isn’t feeling it, but it’s Niall’s birthday, so he is going to suck it up and spend at least another hour or two mingling whether he likes it or not. 

Spending his rut with Brad is now beginning to feel like a mistake because Brad won’t leave his side. He understands that omegas need that bit of extra comfort, especially after a round of intimacy with an alpha, so he doesn’t want to just pass him off and be cruel about it.

He swallows down another two bottles in record breaking time. He normally doesn’t drink this fast, but with how things have been developing lately, getting drunk is not really on his ‘give a fuck’ list. 

Currently laughing at Oli who is way beyond plastered, shaking some maracas along to the tune of the music, he hysterically leans back as he yelps. 

“ Dude, you should form your own ba-“ 

Harry stops mid sentence when he hears that it’s only his voice projecting as everyone has seemed to go deadly silent. Turning his head around, he follows everyone’s line of sight who are all looking in the same direction. He weaves a little in between people to see what’s caught everyone’s attention. His heart begins to race, his inner wolf internally howling. His jaw drops as he can’t believe what he is seeing. He is feeling all sorts of emotions but what he does notice is the way several other alphas are all reacting the same way. Adopting a sullen look, Harry without realising he is doing so, emits a light growl from deep within his throat. He moves with caution, people timidly stepping aside to allow him through. 

The stares, the whispers, the slacked jaws, all the “Awwws”, he understands each and every one. Just like everyone else around him, Harry is watching the most white majestic omega he has ever seen stroll slowly towards them. The fluffy fur bounces so vibrantly with each step he takes, the wolf’s hips swaying ever so gently with each stride. No one has had the opportunity to see Louis this up close, personally or publicly. The only time he has been seen in wolf form was the night he was changed and since he ran off into the woods, this is the first time everyone is getting to see the new omega in all his forms of glory.

“ He is beautiful.” 

Oblivious to the fact that he has just said that out loud, he makes it to the front where Louis’ radiating blue eyes finally land on his own. Harry isn’t sure if he is imagining it or not when his nostrils are suddenly drowning in the sweetest of all smells. He inhales deeply before looking around. Nope, definitely not imagining it, if all the other alphas reactions are anything to go by. 

‘ This is stupid, foolish and damn right dangerous.’ 

Louis’ scent is intoxicating not just to himself but to every other alpha surrounding them. Newly off his heat, Louis’ lingering scent is still very potent. He can’t seem to find the strength to move, shock stricken and frozen as he watches Louis disappear around the corner.

He feels Zayn beside him, who nudges him in his side to gain his attention. 

“ Well , that was certainly a way to make an entrance.” 

To Harry, the joke isn’t funny. Right now he is annoyed as to what cost Louis just went to, to what, get a bit of attention? The little stunt was dangerous and Louis, having the background and knowledge of previously being an alpha would have known and understood how dangerous that incident could have turned. 

“ It was fucking stupid and idiotic that’s what it was. Now find him and tell him to report to me immediately.”

Zayn, who is clearly surprised by the request, nods his head in agreement and jogs off. Harry takes a moment to evaluate the surroundings. He awkwardly stands there and listens to how the others are reacting and there’s a clear division of opinions.

‘Hands down the prettiest omega I’ve ever laid eyes on.’

‘What a show off.’

‘I wish I had the same confidence as him. What a stunner.’

The one Harry dislikes the most has him clenching his jaw tightly.

‘ Look at the little slut, parading himself around smelling like that, he deserves whatever comes his way if an alpha gets ahold of him.’

Off in the distance he can see Zayn and Louis emerge from behind the gazebo tent. Now in human form, they seem to be exchanging a few words, but the smile and laugh coming from Louis before he turned around and left, has him believing that Louis is being defiant. The way Zayn looks nervous as he casually strolls back, Harry is already prepared for whatever it is that’s been said. 

“ He isn’t coming, is he?”

“ I tried. He um…he…he said…..”

“ For fuck sakes Zee, spit it out already.”

Zayn takes a large gulp and clears his throat. 

“ Sorry, he said and I quote;

‘Until i’ve broken a pack rule, to which I haven’t, i’m going to go and enjoy myself, and if you could kindly do so, can you please remind Harry, that although he may be the alpha leader, he isn’t MY alpha.’ 

Harry wants to murder him. Not physically but he has already killed him multiple times inside his head. Louis knows that denying an alphas request, especially his own, is worth a consequence but he also knows that Louis believes Harry wouldn’t do it to him, and he is right. 

“ What do you want me to do?” 

Zayn leans around grabbing a beer from the table behind him, awaiting Harry’s answer. 

“ Um, you know what, nothing, do nothing. Go and find Liam and enjoy yourself. I will watch him.” 

“ You sure?”

“Positive.”

For the last thirty minutes, Harry has watched Louis flirt. Flirt with younger women, flirt with older women and at one stage Harry swore he saw Louis wink at an elder, surely nearly causing her an aneurysm. He has jumped around the circle of alpha women with no sense of shyness whatsoever, but Louis is on his 5th beer already. He is downing the alcoholic beverages one after another, and even from afar, Harry can hear ‘the laugh’, the sound Louis makes when he is well on his way to being completely intoxicated. Not once has Louis looked for Harry. It’s like he has no clue that Harry is watching, no clue that he is studying his every movement, the way he keeps touching everyone’s arms, hands or back in a flirty manner, or the way he keeps seductively moving his mouth around the end of the bottle…..or does he? 

It’s only when the elder Pauli, who is standing directly in front of him, accidentally clashes a bottle too hard during a ‘cheers’, that the sound captures the crowd, resulting in Louis’ eye’s finally landing on Harry’s. While everyone else around them have returned back to their own pleasantries, the pair can’t seem to divert their gaze until Harry begins to move forward. The motion causes Louis to break contact but Harry stops when he watches Louis do something so foreign to him, he literally believes he is hallucinating.

Louis, who is sporting the tightest pair of jeans Harry has ever seen, looks back to Harry and skulls the remainder of his beer and smirks. He bends over to “tie his shoe”. 

Standing back up slowly, his ass brushes against the alpha beside him.

A male alpha.

Harry’s chin lifts a little as his chest puffs out. He doesn’t like this one bit. Especially since the alpha is Matt, Matt who likes to sleep around and bed any omega he can. The same Matt, who Harry has had to reprimand many times for sexual assault, is currently looking at Louis like he is about to devour him any second. Louis begins to dance, closer and closer until he fully presses up against Matt.

Harry’s hostile glare is enough to make a couple of people around him notice his bared teeth and step slightly aside, allowing him some space.

“ Harry.”

Jay and his own mother are standing on each side of him, with Jay wasting no time to beg him.

“ Go and stop him please, he is drunk, which is stupid enough on its own, but he is playing with fire down there Harry. Please put a stop to this.” 

Her desperate plea is validated. He has no idea why Louis is putting himself at risk like this and Jay is gravely concerned at how the rest of the night might pan out if Harry doesn’t intervene.

“ He is still mad at me, he is acting out tonight yes, but he hasn’t done anything wrong, I can’t do anything. As of right now, he is just letting loose. I did this Jay, he has been so angry and uptight about the change, maybe a few beers is what he needs.” 

Jay stares at Harry taking in his words carefully, it appears she almost surrenders and agrees, but that was right before a loud wolf whistle is heard. 

Louis…..is dancing on tables.

Harry looks back at Jay. She doesn’t have to say anything, her eyes say enough. 

“ Jay, he won’t listen to me.”

“ Then MAKE him.” 

Harry understands immediately what she is implying. 

“ Jay”

“ Please, look at him, he is causing a scene. This is dangerous for him and you know it.” 

Harry looks at his mother who had stayed quiet this entire time until now. 

“ I’m sorry love, I have to agree with Jay. He has only just come out of a heat, a heat that came way too quick and is still relatively new to being a rare changed omega. He shouldn’t even be drinking yet in my own opinion, and some of those alphas over there are not to be trusted.”

Harry is stuck. He knows they are right, but Louis is already mad enough at him, so the last thing he wants to do is go ahead and make things any worse. 

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“Louis, what are you doing?”

Liam leans a little closer to his ear, because going by the confused look on Louis’ face, he assumes Louis didn’t hear him. 

“ I said, what are you doing?” 

Now that he has spoken a little louder, Louis turns to Liam while continuing to dance.

“ It’s fine. I know what I’m doing. Trust me.”

Liam isn’t convinced though, and tugs on Louis’ shirt pulling him further away from Matt.

“ Louis!!” 

“ Jesus Liam just relax ok, i’m just testing out a theory and for the damn record i’m not drunk, i’ve had one beer!” 

Liam laughs, because Louis must be severely drunk if he truly believes he’s only had one beer, because he has watched him swigging back bottles all night long.

“ One, huh?”

Louis waves the empty bottle at him. 

“ Yes Liam, one. It’s empty. Same bottle.” 

“ Oh….why?” 

Louis opens his mouth to speak but freezes when he hears Harry’s voice. Turning around, Louis decides to play a little more, still seething about Brad. 

“ Well, well well. Nice to see you again, Mr Styles, and what do I owe the pleasure this time? If it’s a dance you are seeking, then I’m really sorry but I can’t help you with that.” 

Louis leans up on his tippy toes to reach Harry’s ears. 

“ Matt and I are already getting cozy on the dance floor, if you know what I mean.”

Harry, who is beyond mad, knows exactly what he is doing when he scents Louis at the same moment Matt makes eye contact. 

Matt, has just gotten the memo.

Louis is so worked up and focused on his plan that he doesn’t even realise he is inhaling Harry’s scent as his lips linger against Harry’s ear.

Louis pulls back.

“ Excuse me Harold, I hear an alpha over there calling my name.” 

Louis, who is trying to remain smug, fucking winks before trying to turn around. Harry grabs him by his wrist and Louis snaps back immediately. 

“ Let me go!” 

He looks so angry as they lock eyes and Harry hates seeing him like this. Louis’ face softens completely. 

“ Please, Harry. You are hurting me.” 

Harry looks down to where he has a hold of him. Harry’s heart is hurting and the moment Louis flashes those puppy dog eyes that he knows he can’t resist, Harry lets go. 

“ Still works, I see.”

Louis smiles, and turns away. 

Harry looks straight over to Jay who doesn’t look impressed at all. Harry makes an on the spot decision, a decision that is about to set off a chain of reactions.

“ The only alpha calling your name Louis is me, NOW STOP!”

Harry’s alpha tone is not yelled nor angered, it’s barely loud enough to be heard by those around them but quiet enough to not have Louis feel embarrassed in front of everyone. He hates the fact he has had to do this. It isn’t sitting well in his stomach and he takes a quick glance at his mum and Jay, who mouths a ‘ Thank you’ from the distance. Louis hasn’t moved as Harry walks up behind him, whispering as he passes by. 

“ Follow me.”

Louis waits for Harry to get slightly ahead before beginning to try and breathe properly. You would expect him to be angry, but he isn’t, in fact, Louis is holding back tears. Hearing Harry speak to him in his alpha tone is affecting him both physically and mentally. He has no idea what’s about to go down as he follows Harry over towards the entrance of the woods, but it’s only a matter of mere seconds before he finds out.

“Let’s go.”

Louis eyes Harry suspiciously.

“What?” 

“I said, let’s go.”

Louis is glad the alpha tone is no longer being used. The trembling across his entire body is beginning to subside, but right now, Harry’s dominating scent is keeping Louis guarded and well more reserved than he is used to, and Louis can’t seem to do anything about it. 

“Where?” 

He is pretty much talking to himself, because Harry has already begun entering on throughout the trees. They walk for a couple of minutes before Harry finally stops. 

“Transform.”

Louis shakes his head vigorously.

“WHY…No.”

“Now!” 

“No, I can’t, I don’t like it, I…”

“You can’t huh! Well only what, an hour ago maybe, you had NO GODDAMN PROBLEM STRUTTING YOUR WOLF IN THE MANNER YOU DID FOR EVERYONE TO SEE AND SMELL!!!!!” 

Harry didn’t mean to end up yelling. Louis smells too nice, too sweet and it’s beginning to cloud his judgement. Not having been this close to him for awhile, Harry thought that the only way to defuse the problem at the party was to try and bring Louis away from it, to transform and go for a night run just like they used to. He just wants some sort of normalcy back between them, but as it seems, Louis is severely reluctant.

Harry’s reaction to his walk earlier this evening should have put a smile on his face and Louis can’t comprehend why he suddenly feels bad, it was his intention after all to get some sort of retaliation from him, but now that he has gotten it, it doesn’t feel too great like he thought it would have. 

“ Lou.”

“ Don’t call me that!” 

The way Louis had snapped back makes Harry second guess himself. Maybe this was a bad idea. He hasn’t got any more thoughts or tricks up his sleeve as to how else to try and make things right between them again. He stuffed up their friendship and he understands that he was in the wrong and the repercussions that he has to face, but with Louis not letting him apologise or allowing him to try and make amends, Harry is clueless as to what approach he should take next.

“ What you did tonight was utterly reckless. I don’t know what your plan was, but if it was to rile me up, then yeah you got your wish, but don’t for one second disregard or ignore how dangerous that was for not only yourself, but other alphas around you. God, Louis, I-“ 

Harry had moved closer to Louis with every word he had spoken and now seeing the small gap between them he retracts back as to not make him any more frightened, because he can smell the fear radiating off of him. 

Was Louis scared of him?

Or was Louis maybe anxious? 

Taking a deep breath, Harry turns away. He runs a hand through his hair as he lets out a disheartened sigh.

“You know what Louis, just go home… just go.” 

Harry doesn’t look back around, instead putting all his strength into focusing on the darkness in front of him. There’s no way he could bear to watch Louis once again walk away from him. He waits until he hears the snap of the branches from Louis’ movement before he rips his own clothes off and rapidly transforms. 

Louis watches the alpha wolf who is slowly walking into the forest. He doesn’t know why but he begins to feel his omega become stressed. As the wolf gets closer to being out of sight, Louis watches the way the large animal hangs his head low, his darker wired streaks of brown and grey fur being hit by the moons light shining in through the trees suddenly mesmerising him. Even though Louis’ eyes are working perfectly fine, he doesn’t see the wolf in front of him that is sad and somewhat defeated, he only sees his life long friend, the one and only person he spent every second of every minute of every day with for the last twenty plus years. 

Louis, only sees….. Harry.

Before he knows it the words have already left his mouth. 

“ Harry, wait!!” 

The alpha’s ears prick forward as he registers the words.

“ Just don’t turn around, give me a second.” 

Removing his clothes, Louis looks upwards towards the sky. If you had told him this morning that tonight he would be changing into his wolf and going for a run with Harry, he would have told you, you were fucking crazy and crazy is exactly what this is. 

Harry senses the other wolf that has now positioned themselves beside him. Without even looking, Harry is blown away at how different this feels compared to all previous times. Not only is Louis now so much smaller in size but going on a run has never projected so much tension and awkwardness before.

Glancing down as the omega looked upwards at the alpha, one look at Louis was all it took for Harry to relax. 

Harry’s wolf has never felt so content,

While the omega in Louis, was happy to be finally free.

Harry looks around making sure they are alone and more importantly, safe. When satisfied, he nudges Louis with his snout to begin.

Louis doesn’t move at first. The omega is soaking up the nights air, breathing in deeply the smell of the pine, the earthly woody aromas intermingling within layers of different scents. Having had no real opportunity to do so prior, the omega wags its tail as it sprints off, eager for its chance to explore and embrace its own self.

Harry is soon to follow not wanting too much distance between them. It was different when they were both alphas running freely during the night, but now, no matter how much he is trying to let loose and enjoy this, he can’t snap out of protective mode. That is until the alpha misplaces his paw, causing him to stumble and roll over in the dirt. Even in wolf form, Harry is still the clumsiest person Louis has ever met.

Resuming onto all fours, he shakes his fur allowing him to rid himself of the ground’s debris. It takes approximately 0.02 seconds for Harry to place Louis as missing. His bright eyes are frantically scanning the area but Harry isn’t ready to freak out, because Harry can smell him and he’s close, really bloody close. It’s then Harry feels the omega pounce on him from behind, nipping playfully at his back. 

This is what Harry had missed terribly. Just two wolves, enjoying the freedom to just be themselves, under the moon while they ran and had fun. 

However, Harry had to try to control his strength. Afterall, he was used to running with Louis the alpha, not Louis the omega. 

Nudging and nipping, jumping and rolling, they ran and ran until Harry saw the omega becoming worn out. The last forty five minutes felt so easy, so fun, so perfect, so …….. natural, just like it felt it was designed to be. But Harry was so caught up in this temporary happiness he forgot where the two of them really stood with each other as they returned to their clothes and transformed back. 

“ That was amazing. God that felt so good to run again didn’t Lou? You might be a little slower now, but not by much. You were amazing!” 

Louis’ face falls, because suddenly he is drawn back to reality as he rushes to gather his things. The party must be still in full swing because the music is still being heard off in the distance. 

“Louis.” 

Louis stops to give Harry his full attention, and to say Harry was surprised by the action, was truly accurate. Taking a step closer, Harry reaches out pulling a small leaf from the side of Louis’ hair. 

“ You looked beautiful out there tonight. I mean like, your wolf, you are purely stunning Lou.”

Harry’s gaze falls to Louis’ lips. 

“ Harry, don’t.”

Having heard the softly spoken words, Harry recedes back as Louis races past him. 

“ This was a huge mistake.”

“Lou, don’t go, please.” 

Harry whines but it’s too late, he is moving incredibly fast and is already nearly back at the party. By the time Harry reaches the last remaining people at the celebration he can see across the yard that Louis has safely entered the house. He knows Louis well enough to know that he is probably headed to bed. 

“ Shit bro, what happened? You guys good again or what?” 

Zayn was swaying sideways barely keeping himself from coming into contact with the rock hard ground. 

“ We were.” He replies sadly. 

Zayn pats Harry’s back firmly.

“ Let’s grab you another beer.”

Between making eye contact and avoiding eye contact, unknown to the alpha and omega, tonight, the future was set in stone. Under the sparkle of lights, in the walls of trees, they had defined their very own love story. Now it’s up to fate and destiny, to see where things will lead. 

🐺

Big unexplained emotions are really scary, especially when we don’t fully understand them yet. Louis keeps replaying tonight’s events over and over in his head. 

Sophie was right. It does appear that Harry does like him more than just a friend. He sits down onto his bed clutching at his stomach as he slowly rocks back and forth. The realisation sets in and causes Louis to panic. 

Harry turned him because Harry wants him, in a way Louis never even imagined between them. But why hasn’t Harry said anything about it? The least he could have done was be honest about it all.

For a whole hour, Louis lays on his bed in the same spot where he doesn’t move entirely. His mind is in overdrive with the things he has learnt so far. 

One.

Harry got jealous tonight just like he thought he would.

Two.

Harry complimented him about his looks and it wasn’t banter like he was used to. It was real. 

Three. 

Harry looked at him like he has never done so before. For where he once saw laughter and jokes and brotherhood, tonight he saw something else lingering in his gaze. He saw hope, he saw admiration, he saw…….comfort and love.

Four. 

Sophie was right. Harry changed him because Harry didn’t want Louis to mate her. 

Five.

Seeing things from an omegas prospective now, Harry has the most greenest and alluring eyes. His scent was wholesome and warm and-

A knock on the door makes him jump. He ignores it, hoping whoever it is will just go away. Right now, he is spiralling. He just needs some rest and socialising right now is not on his agenda. When the sound begins again, Louis manages to stand going over to open the door and unfortunately for him, he comes face to face with someone he didn’t expect at this time of night. 

“ What do you want? It’s late, Harry.” 

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Chapter 6 - Where the truth lies

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This chapter resumes from the end of the last one. :)

‘ In today’s society, texting is the most common and preferred method for communication. Unfortunately, that also means it’s a brilliant way to misinterpret and miscommunicate how we really feel. That is the prime reason why face to face conversations, especially the important ones, are better off had in person. The tone of your voice needs to be heard, the expressions on your face need to be seen. There is no such thing as a worthless conversation, provided that you know exactly… what to listen for.’ 

🐺

Life is in no way a fairytale, so if you lose a shoe at midnight, unfortunately you are no cinderella, in fact, there is a high possibility that you are probably just extremely drunk, like Mr Styles. Louis is face to face with a very intoxicated Harry, who is currently sporting only one shoe while clinging to the door frame to avoid falling over. 

Louis scans his entire body from top to bottom and laughs. Apart from his bloodshot red eyes and some sort of food stain on his shirt, Harry looks scruffy and burnt out. He knows immediately that Harry is wasted beyond comprehension. He can’t seem to stand on his own, and Louis only sees his old best friend at this point, flashbacks of how they used to be, how life was full of beers and laughs. 

“ What the fuck happened to you? Where is your shoe?” 

Harry takes this moment to indulge in a hiccup as he looks backwards behind him pointing towards the direction of the staircase.

“ Somewhere there, over on the stair, or- HA HA !! That rhymed.”

Louis barks a laugh at that, because Harry is clumsy enough sober, let alone drunk, and truth be told, drunk Harry is a funny comedy act to experience. 

Again, Harry begins to hiccup as he throws Louis the item he is holding. Catching it with one hand, Louis inspects it over. 

“A sandwich?” 

Louis is confused as Harry takes the opportunity to walk past him entering his room. 

“ Ham, cheese and –“ 

Harry plonks down to rest on the edge of the bed, the edge that he almost just missed as he begins to try and think about the last ingredient. 

“ Why did you bring me a sandwich?”

For some reason at first, he doesn’t answer and just stares at the floor. It’s super quiet and Louis feels the shift in energy. 

“ You didn’t eat earlier, you need to eat. Eating is. * hiccup* important.”

Louis frowns as a small smile forms. 

It’s not like he chose to smile, he couldn’t stop it. Right now, even if only for a few short minutes, Louis feels like everything has returned to normal.

“ Thanks”

“ You’re welcome.” 

There is a high scent of alcohol fulfilling the room and it makes Louis realise that Harry has consumed a large amount of liquor in a short amount of time since he himself returned to his room. 

“ How much have you had to drink?” 

It’s only now that the two of them lock eyes, and it feels like Harry is looking right through him as Louis can see the haziness in his gaze. Trying to stand, Harry loses his footing and stumbles, making Louis leap forward to grab him.

“ Black glass Niall, small Zayn little, yuk.” 

Harry shivers as he remembers the taste he disliked so much. Louis presses his lips together as he stares at Harry, trying really hard to decode whatever he had just described.

“ Let me guess, you had Guinness with Niall and shots with Zayn.”

Harry clicks his finger and points to Louis. 

“ That’s it.” 

Louis sits him back down slowly as Harry stares into his eyes. 

“ You are so pretty.”

Louis remains lost in Harry’s sad eyes as his heart begins to thud louder. Hearing Harry say that out in the open to him has him highly anxious but somewhat nervous, but Harry is drunk and probably has no clue as to what he’s saying. 

“ Lou, I need to talk to you.” 

Louis doesn’t even need a moment to think about it, he already knows this is not the right time. 

“ Harry, no. Not tonight, You are drunk.”

Harry stands, quickly making grabby hands for Louis to hold him. 

“ I’m not drunk!”

The way Harry fully believes himself has Louis weak at the knees, because Harry is so close to him his scent is so overpowering, even if it’s mixed with so much liquor.

“ Can you tell the time?” 

For some reason Harry seemed offended by that as he frowns. 

“ Yes” he implies with so much confidence as he smirks. Looking to his left, he only needs to take 3 steps to become face to face with the time. Of course, trust Harry to make this moment so serious as he stares intensely at the clock. Louis deadpans as Harry genuinely lifts his pointer finger to the clock as he leans closer, his face almost touching it. 

“ I’m not drunk.” He tells the clock.

He spoke so wholeheartedly with much sincerity, that Louis couldn’t hold back his outburst of laughter.

“ Fucking hell Harry, you need to go to bed. I will walk you back to your room.” 

“ No! I need to talk to you.”

Louis doesn’t want to argue. The only thing he does want is for Harry to leave his room. 

“ What is that smell?”

Harry begins to look around, and Louis quickly grabs his arms pulling his face back towards his own. 

“ It’s nothing. We can talk tomorrow, I promise.” 

He really hopes Harry forgets that part in the morning, because truthfully he still isn’t ready to have the talk, but he also didn’t need Harry seeing what was in the corner of the room.

Harry is scanning Louis’ eyes, and luckily enough Harry senses that he isn’t lying.

“ Ok.” 

“ Ok, let’s get you to bed.”

Harry smiles deviantly, as he raises his eyebrows.

“ If that’s an invite * hiccup* then i’m all down for it.” * hiccup*

“HARRY! I meant your bed.” 

It’s the first time since he has changed that Harry has properly flirted with him, he has complimented him before, but this was different. Prior to this whole mishap, this kind of talk was just all banter, mucking around, just doing what lads do, but it felt unfamiliar this time around, and Louis, without admitting it or acknowledging it, blushed as his omega enjoyed the attention.

What would normally only take a good minute of walking to get from one bedroom to another, seemed like it took forever. Harry kept stopping to try and chat about everything under the sun, and at one point, Louis thought Harry was about to vomit when he clutched at his stomach while groaning. He felt a rush of relief when he eventually got Harry to lay down into bed after taking off his last remaining shoe. 

Harry was yawning now, which was a great sign, and when he pulled the blanket up around his neck, Harry was quick to start dosing in and out of consciousness.

“ I don’t trust camels.” 

You would think Louis would be confused at hearing that, but on the contrary, it makes him laugh at the statement, considering he has had to listen to it repetitively for the past several years whenever Harry is drinking. 

“ Yes, I know. What kind of animal can go weeks without water, and not die.” 

Harry’s eyes shoot open wide in surprise. 

“ RIGHT !!!That’s what I always say. See, I’m not the only one who thinks it.” 

Louis face palms as Harry’s head falls back down onto his pillow, and just like that, Harry begins to emit light snores. 

There is no explanation for it, none at all. There is no logical reason behind why Louis stands there admiring him sleep for longer than he should, no reason, none whatsoever, as to why he leans closer removing the curl from out of Harry’s face. He reaches over, flicking off the lamp when he feels a tight grip on his arm. The words are slurred and drawn out, and so softly spoken, but Louis manages to understand them. 

“Say goodnight to Lou for me, make sure he is ok. He.. I mean, I really….-“ 

Louis knows the best thing to do in this instance is to turn around and leave, but something deep within him convinces him to stay.

“ You really what?” He questions. 

Nope, he knows pushing that is inappropriate in his current state. It feels like an invasion of privacy and what if Harry says something Louis will regret hearing? He tugs his arm and rushes out the door. He takes a deep breath as he looks down the corridor. If only Louis had stayed a little longer, he would have heard Harry whisper… 

“I really am in love with him.”

Stepping back into his room, he uses the bathroom to brush his teeth and urinate. He would really love a quick shower but his mind is in overdrive at all of tonight’s events. 

Changing into his wolf, stupid fucking Brad, running with Harry, drunk Harry.” 

Stripping down to his boxers, he discards his clothes by throwing them over onto the chair. He shivers as his skin hits the coldness of the sheet, making him rush to reach the blanket but now he wishes he hadn’t. His nose is hit with Harry’s heavy scent. 

Maybe he isn’t sure he is doing it, and the reality is we will probably never know, but Louis snuggles into the warm blanket tightly, settling down instantly at the comforting smell. Within seconds, he falls fast asleep. 

🐺

“What is up with you this morning?”

Louis stops picking at his nails and adverts his attention over the table to where Zayn sits across from him, impatiently awaiting his answer.

“ What?” Louis asks defensively. 

Liam, who is cooking eggs, looks over waving the egg flip.

“Lou, c’mon, I’ve known you for how long now? You only claw and chew away on your nails like that when you are nervous. What is going on?”

It makes Louis check the kitchen doorway one last time, nope, still no Harry. He lets out an exasperated breath, laced with an ounce of nervousness. 

Liam places the plate down in front of Zayn and returns to finish off the bacon.

“ Harry came to my room last night.”

Zayn nearly chokes as he drops his fork. 

“ He, what? Shit!!” 

Liam flips the bacon as Louis resumes picking his nails. 

“ Darling, I thought you said Harry was going to bed last night, not to Louis’ room, geez, you alright Lou?” 

Annoyed at his mates ignorance, Zayn turns to Liam with burrowed eyebrows.

“ I offered to walk him back, remember, he was very determined to go alone, and clearly, we now know why.”

Louis stares at Zayn not knowing how this conversation was going to pan out. 

“ He was wasted really bad, he came into my room and –“ 

Liam drops the tongs down onto the bench and quickly rushes to the table where he sits down beside him. 

“ Fucking hell, he didn’t hurt you did he? I swear to god Zayn, if he has hurt him-“ 

Louis realises how Liam had misinterpreted his words and is eager to re-correct him. 

“ Oh god, no he didn’t do anything like that. Um… he was funny actually, kind of ……sweet?” 

He is scared to look up, but he kind of has to, as Liam begins to throw him a thousand and one questions.

“ Oh my, what did he want? What did he say? What did you talk about?…….Woah hold the fuck up,….sweet?… Wait what?” 

Liam is hanging onto every one of Louis’ words waiting for any new information about this new development as Zayn looks back over towards the bacon sizzling away in the pan.

“ Li, darling, the bacon.” 

Not hearing his mate as he listens to Louis, Zayn is amazed at his partners need for the new ‘goss’. Becoming frustrated as he is still hungry, he tries once again. 

“ Babe, the bacon is burning.”

“ What do you mean, he called you beautiful?”

It’s confirmed. 

Zayn has lost Liam to the realm of the omega chit chat gossip fest. He rolls his eyes and pushes his chair back. Walking over to the pan, Zayn can’t seem to remember the last time he ever cooked. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t think he ever has. Using the tongs, he grabs a piece of bacon and drops it, causing the hot oil to splash up on his hand. 

“ FUCKING HELL !!” 

Zayn’s raised tone startles both Liam and Louis who rush over to him immediately when they witness him clutching his hand in pain.

“ What are you doing Zee, you should have warned me the bacon was done, I would have gotten it for you.” 

“ I TRIED TOO!!” 

Feeling a little guilty for keeping Liam occupied, Louis wastes no time in apologising, because once again he feels he is about to be in Zayn’s bad books. 

“ I’m very sorry Zayn this shouldn’t have happened, it’s my fault. I should have just kept my mouth shut.” 

“ Louis it’s fine, really. It’s just a tiny burn.”

Zayn smiles gently because he can sense and tell how worried Louis is, and with uncanny timing, it’s only now that Harry decides to finally make an appearance as he walks on in through the kitchen door. 

“ Morning Harry.” 

Harry nods his head at Liam who is smiling apprehensively, but Harry’s eyes are glued to Zayn as he frowns in confusion.

“ Umm, we have to attend to this with a first aid kit, please excuse us.”

Zayn is either dumber than Liam thought or the oil fried his brain, because he doesn’t seem to get the hint. 

“ I don’t need a first aid- ouch!”

Zayn hisses at the newfound pain throbbing in his ribs. He turns to Harry and sarcastically rolls his eyes. 

“ My apologies, it appears my hand is hurting me more than I imagined, I’m in need of a nurse, I reckon.” He elaborates, turning to Liam raising his eyebrows. 

“ Guys, ewe.”

Louis scrunches his face in disgust as Harry scoffs.

“ Ahh, Lou, can we talk for a minute.”

Zayn and Liam are already scurrying out the door, and Louis tries hard to settle the nerves that have crept up fast, by getting up to start wiping the benches. 

The energy has changed now that they are left alone, and Louis hears Harry take a deep breath.

“ You wanna go for a walk?”

Louis spins around and even though he kind of feels worried about what direction this conversation is going to lead to, secretly he is kind of glad it’s finally happening. 

“ Do we have to do this? Like for real, this is awkward, yeah?” 

Harry smiles. 

“ It is, but in all honesty I think, I think it’s needed.”

It’s an average day outside this morning, it’s not hot but it’s not too cold either. They had only walked 20 meters before Louis detours off the path. Harry keeps his mouth shut as he doesn’t need to ask where he is going, he knows where this direction will lead them. Harry is quiet the entire walk, nervous as hell but ready to face the music. He may be alpha, but he allows Louis to lead them and when he hears the waterfall, he watches Louis sit down onto a large river rock near the water’s edge. Leaning over Louis picks up a couple of small rocks to fumble with.

Sitting down beside him, Harry makes sure to not sit too close. 

The two men stare at each other, the tension between them thick with the emotions that neither of them have wanted to admit. 

One of them had been trying to hide his feelings from the other for a long time, but at that moment, he could no longer deny them. He wanted to reach out and take Louis in his arms, but he was too scared to do it. 

Louis felt the same way, he has often thought that if he could just hug Harry all the time like he used to and simply forgive and forget, that he could move on and all this awkwardness would just vanish. Maybe then his best friend’s company could return like before, but even that was all fantasy, because his own mind and conscience wasn’t going to let Harry get away with it so easy no matter how much he wanted to, so he too sat there and said nor did nothing. He has a lot of words swarming around his head, roaring like a hurricane, ready to finally ask the questions he has desperately wanted answers for. Instead, they sat there in silence, both wishing they could express what they were feeling, and yet both too afraid to make the first move.

Things had been so strained between them, and today on this day, as the sun partly hides behind the clouds, Harry too hides within himself as their frustrations finally come to a head.

“ I always thought you were my best friend. Someone who looked out for me, enjoyed my company, a friend who made me laugh and truly happy. Clearly, I was very mistaken.”

Harry frowns as he listens, staring off into the distance. 

“ I am your best friend, Lou.”

It was the wrong thing to say as Louis turned his body around to fully face him, the tone of his voice slightly raising higher. 

“ Really, you think so? A friend wouldn’t have done what you did H, you took away everything that I loved about myself, WHY, WHY HARRY?” 

The moment Harry had awoken this morning, he had begun to prep himself for this question. The question that he fully well knew would be asked today. Now, as he sits here hearing the words out loud he begins to bounce his leg nervously as answering him suddenly feels too difficult to answer. The lines he had practised in his head, have all seemed to have checked out and gone on a holiday.

“ You wanted this talk, remember Harry, answer me!! You never said anything to me about changing me, you said nothing, not a fucking word and out of the blue, you did what you did with no regard for my feelings. So I will ask you again. WHY…DID…YOU…CHANGE…ME…?”

The way he dragged out the words had Harry fidgeting on the spot, this was it, he needed to just tell him. Tell him what caused him to act so foolishly and instinctively. He knows Louis deserves answers, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

“ Wow, lovely conversation H, have a nice fucking day!” 

Louis stands up and begins to walk off promptly. No, he can’t have Louis leave again without resolving this.

“I’m sorry Lou, I shouldn’t have done it. I know that now, I let my own…” 

Harry stands and walks to where Louis is standing because he hasn’t turned back to face him yet. When he sees the redness in Louis’ face he recognises immediately that this conversation is about to take a turn for the worse. 

“ What is it Harry huh? I told you I was ready to mate Sophie, and what, did you get scared of being alone or something? WHAT FUCKING WAS IT? !!!!”

Fed up with the way Harry had the audacity to begin to cry, Louis turns around to leave once more.

“ STOP!”

Surely Louis was hallucinating or drifted into some sort of daydream, because there was no fucking way, Harry just did that. Swinging back around quickly Harry regrets it instantly when he sees the disappointment spread across Louis’ face.

“ That was a low blow, even for you.” 

Harry just keeps fucking up and as Louis walks closer and closer, the anger consumes him. 

“ I fucking hate you now Harry, do you get that? Do you? “

Harry slightly stumbles backwards as Louis pushes into his chest.

“ Lou, please, don’t do that, I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t-“ 

“ HURT ME? YOU FUCKING HURT ME OVER AND OVER AGAIN. THE MOMENT YOU DECIDED TO CHANGE ME, YOU HURT ME, THE MOMENT YOU EMBARRASSED ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE, YOU HURT ME, THE MOMENT MY WOLF CHANGED INSIDE OF ME, YOU HURT ME, THE MOMENT MY BONES CRUSHED ME, YOU HURT ME, THE MOMENT MY BEST FRIEND WENT BEHIND MY BACK AND BETRAYED ME, YOU HURT ME. THE MOMENT YOU SLEPT WITH BRAD, YOU ..FUCKING.. HURT.. ME !!!!”

Louis, who felt betrayed, fought with a rage that he had kept held up inside of him for a long time. Harry wasn’t shocked by the intensity of his friend’s anger, but his words were really hurting him, but he refused to fight back. Instead, he stood there, feeling remorseful and ashamed of what he had done to the one person he cared for so deeply. He wanted to apologise again and again, over and over until Louis understood, to make things right, but he knew it was too late, mentally Louis was already out the door. 

Louis is screaming into Harry’s face and even though Harry is feeling so much heartache from watching him so upset, nothing kills him more than when Louis softens his tone. 

“ Do you see the pattern Harry? All you do is hurt me.”

There was always the concern that this conversation wasn’t going to end well, and now he felt Louis truly slipping away. Amidst all the yelling, unfortunately Harry didn’t seem to pick up on the Brad jealousy comment. 

“ If I could go back and change it I would, I didn’t think that night. I shouldn’t have done it, it was stupid, wreckless, and im sorry, im so fucking sorry and now ive lost you. I fucking miss you and all I ever think about is how ive fucked up, how ive……”

Harry stops to take a breath as he runs a hand through his hair. The words are not coming out like he wishes them too, and he knows he isn’t sounding too convincing. 

As he stares into the blueness of Louis’ eyes, he realises his friend was never going to forgive him for what he had done that dreadful night under the red moon, and the outlook for their friendship was starting to fade faster than before, and it’s confirmed the moment Louis begins to speak. 

“ You don’t think I haven’t missed you too? I have had to undergo this massive change in my life pretty much all on my own, I used to spend all day everyday with you to now not even hardly speaking. I’ve needed you more than anything. Believe me when I say that I’ve wanted nothing more than to leave you behind me and move on, and yet here I am, going round and round in circles, because for some unknown fucking reason, I can’t muster up the strength to walk away from you. I can move forward with my life because, well let’s face it, I have no choice not to, but as far as forgiveness goes Harry, that will never happen.”

There is something in Louis’ eyes that tells Harry it’s over, a lifetime of friendship done and dusted. There’s no repairing the damage that has been caused. Louis turns to leave and this time Harry watches him walk away. He doesn’t want to stop him, but he can feel his alpha howling inside of him, angry and upset, it’s a feeling so unfamiliar, one he has never experienced so intensely before. He wants to yell at his alpha to calm down, but there’s a strong force shouting at him to fight, to fight for forgiveness and restore Louis’ trust and wellness. With nothing left to lose, Harry speaks loudly stunning Louis with his words, words that Louis has wanted Harry to confess. What he didn’t expect was how the words would sit within himself at hearing them said out loud. 

“ I changed you because I want to mate you…… I love you Lou.” 

Louis can’t seem to move, his feet stuck like concrete as he breathes fast.

Mate him?

It was one thing for Sophie to bring this realisation to life that Harry had loved him more than a friend, but never had he ever thought Harry would confess it. 

His head is spinning. 

How does he respond? 

What should he say or do? 

He needs to escape just for a minute. So he rips off his shoes and shirt and runs straight off the edge, falling down towards the water. Harry rushes over just in time to see him enter the river waterhole. 

When Louis re-surfaces, he hears a splash beside him. Shaking his wet hair he watches an alarmed Harry move closer. 

“ Why did you do that? That was dangerous, are you crazy?” 

“Yeah Harry, I’m pretty sure I am actually, because just now, I’m 99% sure I just heard you say that you wanted to mate me.”

There is no such thing as going back now, and with letting the cat out of the bag, Harry should feel some sort of relief, but he doesn’t. He is waiting for Louis to scream at him again, to say how ridiculous and unexpected it is, but it doesn’t happen. What does come, is a promise that Harry didn’t want to hear. 

Harry is so close to Louis that he can tell how nervous he is feeling, and as Louis just stares at him, he selfishly inhales his scent.

Sometimes, there is a silence swallowing us so deeply that it can hurt our own ears.

“ I love you too.” 

To say Harry’s heart nearly stops wouldn’t be a lie. 

“ I have never been with another boy Harry, you know this already, but I could have tried, because I feel something for you that I struggle to make reason of and understand myself, but let’s be real here. I will never mate you Harry, because you broke my trust. You broke my happiness, you broke my alpha, which in return broke me. You say you love me, yet you never told me, at least not until now, where it’s too late.” 

Harry watches Louis lean forward and all his senses vanish as he feels Louis’ lips press against his own. It doesn’t last long, but it’s not super quick either, just enough to feel each other’s warmth and softness. 

“ That’s what you wanted right? Was destroying our friendship worth it?” 

Harry touches his lips where only seconds ago he felt traces of Louis’ tenderness. A feeling he now knows, he will never get to experience again. 

“I can let go of all this anger, hatred and disappointment that I feel towards you and be civil, but I will NEVER be able to forgive you Harry for changing me… NEVER.”

There is no stopping the tears strolling down Harry’s cheeks as he lunges forward to hug him one final time. Surprisingly, Louis allows it. To him, it felt like a closure, but he too was hurting as he pulled back. 

“ No, you don’t get to do that Harry. You don’t get to stand there and cry.”

It isn’t said with anger or with intent, it’s full of nothing but pain and sorrow.

“ I don’t expect you to forgive me Lou, How could I ask that of you, when I can’t even forgive myself.”

Lingering on the words, Louis manages to walk out of the water to make his way back to his clothes. Harry has never wished and prayed so hard for a time machine. 

🐺

Two days have passed and Harry has purposely gone out of his way to avoid Louis and give him some much needed space. Tonight, however, it can not be helped as the pack gathers for their monthly CIB meeting. Complaints, Ideas, Budget

Niall has ideas for building two cabins specifically for ruts and heats. The idea has been favourably voted upon and now Harry is feeling the stress as to how to go about raising funds and all the logistics. His head has been buried in his notebook and hasn’t once looked Louis’ way. It wouldn’t really matter if he had, because Louis has had his own head pointed downwards in his lap for the last hour. 

After one of the elders named Dean rambled on for twenty minutes about young teenage pack members drinking underage and causing trouble in the woods at all hours, it was finally time to call it a night. 

Or was it?

“ Well, that’s it on the agenda unless anyone else has anything to discuss, you are all free to leave.”

A couple of women bent down to collect their handbags when Louis’ voice echoes loudly across the hall. 

“ I want to leave the pack house.” 

Living in Harry’s pack house is considered and looked upon like royalty. Only members who are approved may live with the pack leader. It’s generally reserved for family or close friends, if family do not wish to live there. The elders also have to agree but Harry has the final say. 

Harry is shocked at the request but is immediately drawn back to thinking about the conversation he had overheard this morning. 

*** FLASHBACK ***

Is listening to someone’s private phone call classed as being nosey if the person is speaking out loud in a common area? 

Harry doesn’t have the answer to that at this moment of time, what he does know is that he is deliberately not trying to overhear as he walks into the kitchen to where Louis’ back is turned against him. 

“ No Sophie, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. You were right he told me… Mmhmm… I’m not lying, trust me, there is no-one on this planet more shocked than me, I’m telling you.” 

As it is a large kitchen, Harry isn’t standing too close to him. He looks around seeing ingredients spread out all over the counter. He tries to clear his throat to alert Louis of his presence but it goes unnoticed.

“ How do I feel? Uncomfortable, awkward, weirded out. I’m having trouble sleeping. I’m barely getting an hour’s worth…. I don’t know Sophie, I can’t forgive him, I just can’t….. That makes things hard, you know. I fucking kissed him….I don’t know why, to hurt him maybe, to make a stupid point. Fucking hell i’m such an idiot…..What did he taste like? Soph, what kind of question is that? This is weird, you shouldn’t be asking me this, like only weeks ago you and I-…….” 

Louis laughs hysterically at whatever Sophie had responded with, and Harry hates only hearing a one-sided conversation.

“ Alright alright, he tastes a bit like salt n vinegar.”

It isn’t what he has said that annoys Harry, it’s the way he has said it so mockingly. Harry has heard enough. He can’t stomach hearing all this. Fuck breakfast, he leaves immediately with a nasty taste in his mouth, all while Louis finishes his conversation. 

“ That’s the thing isn’t it, I did like it and I fucking hate that I did. Now stop asking me these things, it’s weird.” 

*** END OF FLASHBACK *** 

Louis is not happy in his house anymore, and he has made a promise to himself to see to it that Louis is safe, comfortable and content. For the first time tonight he glances at his former friend, who looks entirely miserable. He knows him enough to see that Louis is exhausted. He doesn’t even have to think about it. He scans his eyes around the group of elders. 

“ Anyone object?” 

No-one answers verbally, all opting to just shake their heads no. 

“ Then it’s settled. Following protocol, you can leave in exactly seven days.” 

Harry, who delivered the news without eye contact, picks up all his stuff and ventures towards the exit. Louis is in disbelief, because he somehow had a feeling Harry would say no, but he didn’t even fight against it. 

He watches every step he takes across the room, his long legs striding at an incredible pace as he watches the ground in front of him. 

“ Harry, I need to talk to you, wait up!”

Watching Harry smile as Brad joined his side made Louis want to dry reach. As they disappeared out the door, Louis looked around to where he saw his mother sitting across the room, who was also looking back at him. There is no point in putting it off, so he decides to just get it over with knowing his mother is probably concerned.

“ You didn’t think to give me a heads up love? Where are you going to live?”

Louis just stares at her as he presses his lips together. 

“ Oh sweet, I love you to pieces don’t get me wrong, but I have no room, there are no spare beds, darling. I mean, the couch is there but –“ 

“ I will take it.” 

Hearing the desperation is enough to sway her answer. She wraps her arms around him and cuddles him tightly. 

“ Welcome home then, I guess.”

🐺

Louis was ok with having to wait seven days to leave. It means he doesn’t have to rush to pack his belongings. Liam, like always just wants him to be happy, but he isn’t hiding the fact that he is a little bummed about the decision.

“ Free foot rubs for a week, I will clean your room for a year!” 

Louis laughs as he curls up next to Liam. Zayn has been out all day with Harry, apparently something ‘came up’. So Liam invited Louis to spend the day with him watching movies and eating all sorts of junk food until they felt sick. If Louis’ bloated stomach is anything to go by, then they have definitely succeeded in that department. 

“ Li, I’m literally only moving to my mums house. You are making it feel like I’m leaving the pack, I’m not.” 

Having the tv playing in the background a little loud as they spoke, the two omegas hadn’t heard the front door open and close, but just before the bedroom door opened, Liam looked up in surprise. “ Zayn is home.” 

Louis smiled at the way Liam’s face lit up at smelling his mate. He really hopes to experience that too one day, but it’s hard when he still sees the idea of himself with an alpha utterly weird.

The door swings open just as Liam gets up off the bed. 

“ Who’s leaving the pack?” 

Liam plants kisses all over Zayn’s face.

“Hey baby, No -one is leaving.” 

Liam looks back at Louis who is looking a tad nervous, it’s only then he notices who is behind Zayn. 

“ Oh, hi Harry. I wasn’t expecting you, please come in.” 

Liam knows the situation isn’t the best, but what was he to do? He is kind of stuck in a hard place. Harry’s eyes flick straight to Louis and it hurts to see that Louis won’t look back at him.

“ Um, no it’s alright, you have a visitor and I’d rather not impose, you guys have a great night though.” 

“ Harry.” 

Zayn is a tad deflated, he too tonight wanted to chill for a bit with his close friend. 

“ Zayn, it’s fine. I will see you at 11am yeah, for that…umm….thing.” 

That sentence gained both omegas attention as they looked towards the suspicious alphas.

“ Ok. See you then…and H…try not to stress yeah.”

Closing the door, Zayn turns around to be met with two omegas staring at him curiously.

“ What was that about, love?”

Zayn shakes his head as he takes off his jacket, walking over to hang it in his closet. 

“ Nothing you need to worry about little one, now… why are there mountains of m&m packets all over the floor?”

Both Liam and Louis laugh as they both raise their palms.

“ Guilty” they proclaim in unison. 

Zayn lays downs next to Liam who has now scooted into the middle allowing them to all fit comfortably.

“ He didn’t have to leave.” 

The way Liam and Zayn look at him with such pity almost makes him cry. 

“ I can’t hide from him forever…as much as i’d prefer to. I have to learn to cohabitate with him, right.”

Zayn smiles softly as he pulls Liam down to snuggle into his chest. 

“ It’s fine, Louis. He has a bit on his mind anyway. A good night’s sleep will probably do him good anyway.” 

For the entirety of the movie, Louis couldn’t help but let his mind wander. He may not have a clue as to what’s got Harry so stressed, but just the thought of Harry alone in his room isn’t sitting well, especially when he knows how much he lets things get to him so easily. He told Harry the other day that they needed to move forward, and Louis assumes that the idea he has right now might not mean a lot in the grand scheme of things, but at least it’s a small step to maybe rekindling some sort of ‘friendship.’ The road to being nice and getting back to where they once stood, is going to unfortunately be a long one.

Looking at his watch he notices it’s only 9.15pm. He fake yawns as he gets up to stretch. 

“ I’m calling it a night guys, my pillow is calling my name.”

Louis picks up his shoes from the floor holding them in his hands.

There was no way he was putting them on just to walk to his room situated close by. Barefoot it is. 

“ You alright, Louis?” 

Louis stops as he takes a hold of the door handle.

“ Yep, just tired. Be good you two. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“ Always!” Zayn laughs back. 

Opening up the door, Louis double guesses himself as to whether this was a good idea. He doesn’t even know if Harry is still awake, let alone whether he would like to go for a run.

There is no time for much debating, because as he lays eyes on Harry’s bedroom door, he was just in time to witness Harry stepping aside to allow Brad into his room. 

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. 

As fate may have it, something makes Harry divert his eyes in Louis’ direction. The sheer horrific look on Harry’s face burns into his own skin. 

Walking away quickly, pretending that he saw nothing, was proving to be a down right challenge. By the time he makes it back to his own room, Louis’ heart is racing. He silently screams to himself, because nothing makes sense. Brad getting close to Harry, the way he felt so jealous right now. Nothing !! It’s too early for him to go to sleep and quite frankly, he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight now, even if he tried. 

Instead, he uses the time and sudden rush of adrenaline, putting it to use by starting to pack.

🐺

One more day to go until Louis leaves and Harry can’t believe how quickly this week has flown by. Currently, Zayn and Harry are laying outside on the grass, feeling slack and drained. Zayn is simply just feeling lazy, Harry, well he is without a doubt needing to catch some zzzzs and for good reason. 

“So … without the standard bullshit answer, how are you really feeling about tomorrow?”

Harry is laying on his back, his feet crossed at his ankles while his arms rest across his face shielding the sun from his eyes.

“ I think, Louis is doing whatever he needs too in order to be happy again and –“ 

“ Harry!”

Harry lets out a loud sigh as he sits up to rest on his elbows. 

“ I fucking hate it, there are you happy now?” 

Harry stands and dusts off his jeans as Zayn follows suit. 

“ Please, just drop it.”

Zayn raises his hands in defeat. 

“ Alright, alright. Anyway, don’t look now, but speak of the devil.”

Louis is walking with Liam along the grass edge, both laughing as they watch something on their phone. 

“ I don’t need any herbal crap Payno, I told you before I’ve slept like a baby all week.” 

Zayn laughs and it causes everyone including Harry to look at him. 

“ You still having problems sleeping there Tommo ?” Zayn teases sarcastically.

“ Like, I said…. I was, but now I’m fine.”

With Louis finally letting his gaze fall upon Harry, Harry smiles softly. 

“ It’s alright, I’m leaving anyway.” 

Harry takes off without any other explanation and even Zayn is left feeling confused. 

This was what Louis had originally wished for, for Harry to give him space but now as it’s all unfolding, it doesn’t feel right at all. He looks to Zayn with sad eyes and all Zayn can manage back is a shrug of his shoulders. 

🐺

Leaning with his back against the bricks, Harry sits as close as he can to the window without being seen. Having a veranda that wraps around all levels of the house is something he couldn’t be more grateful for right now. There is only a slight breeze but that isn’t what is bothering him. Looking down at his phone, the time has just clicked past 11.48pm. Normally, he is a night owl, so he finds it a bit strange as to why he can’t stop himself from yawning.

Staring at the night’s sky, Harry gets a little lost as he zones out, it’s probably why he jumps and panics when he hears Zayn’s voice appear from out of nowhere. 

“ What the hell are you doing, H? It’s cold out here, and why the fuck are you sitting there like that, that’s creepy dude.”

Harry stands up from beside the window and quickly lifts a finger to his mouth, desperate for Zayn to shut up so Louis doesn’t hear them. 

He mouths a “ The windows open” as he proceeds over closer to him. 

“ Sssh, alright, it’s only creepy, if you make it creepy.” Harry exclaims.

Zayn resists the urge to laugh as he looks back over towards Louis’ window. His initial thought is that Harry just wants to be close to Louis for his last night here, but as Harry starts whispering, Zayn leans in closer in order to hear properly. 

“ It’s ok Zee, I know about the cupcakes.”

Upon seeing Zayn’s shocked and confused face, he gives him a questioning look when Zayn replies, because he was dead certain Liam would have told him. 

“ What cupcakes?” 

🐺🐺🐺

A/N

Thoughts on chapter?

What do you think the cupcakes are about?

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Chapter 7 -🧁Cupcakes🧁

‘Friendship is the comfort that comes from knowing that even when you feel like you are all alone, you really aren’t. The most beautiful discovery true friends can make is that they can successfully grow separately, without growing apart.’

🐺

“I will pay you $100 a week if you stay.”

Louis laughs as Liam flashes puppy dog eyes at him. He pretends to think long and hard about it before smirking. He knows he shouldn’t say it, but it’s in his own playful nature not to.

Liam has never been so shocked as he smiles profoundly, while Zayn’s colour drains from his face looking like he has seen a ghost.

“ Deal.”

“ What?!?!”  Zayn can not believe what he is hearing as he looks at Liam with disbelief. 

“Babe don’t get me wrong, I love Louis and all but, I mean, Sorry darling but that’s-“

“ Oh! You were joking.”

“ Li, I’m sorry, I really am, but your fucking face.” 

The words stutter out of him as he bends over clutching at his knees while he continues to laugh. 

“ I’m not going too far. Message me, call me, visit me whenever you can ok, promise me Payno.”

“ Well I would have, although I’m not too sure now after pulling that stunt. I probably won’t miss you anyway.” 

“ You will, cos you love me.” 

Louis leaves no opportunity for a reply before redirecting his attention. He had kind of forgotten that Harry was still quietly observing as he lingered back near the front door. He  looked back over to him making eye contact one last time.

Louis is conflicted. He was raised properly with immaculate manners and understands it’s the polite thing to do by voicing his appreciation for the years that Harry had allowed him to stay there. With that being said, he doesn’t feel comfortable adhering to the words he wishes to speak nor feel it appropriate to approach him and hug him. 

So he takes the easy way out and pulls out his phone as Harry watches from afar. He types away quickly with words that are accurately true and wishes he could have said in person. He types ferociously, quickly hitting the send button before he has any chance to change his mind. He watches Harry reach into his pocket and begin to read it. Never in his life had he thought something as simple as a text message between them could cause so much anxiety. Harry nods his head at him, acknowledging the message. Sharing a look of understanding, the moment is interrupted when Liam wraps his arms around him squeezing him tightly.

“ Don’t be a stranger Lou.”

He watches Harry through the revision mirror as he proceeds down the driveway. By the time he exits the main gates, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He ignores it for a few minutes, but the curiosity gets the better of him. He pulls the car over to the side of the road, his heartbeat  rising the moment he sees the text is a direct response from what he had sent Harry.

To Louis:

‘You didn’t need to thank me before, if anything, it’s me that needs to give you the recognition. Thank you for being the best friend anyone could ask for. You succeeded where I failed. You are always welcome back here anytime, and that will never change. You probably won’t believe me, but I miss you already. I’m sorry you felt the need to leave, but I totally understand.’ 🥺 

Louis stares at the text not knowing what to think about that. 

“ You want to talk about it?” 

Zayn continues on through the door as Liam smiles at him as he tries to pass by, but Harry extends his arm out to hold Liam in place.

“ I did but Harry, this isn’t healthy for either of you, and now that he isn’t here, it’s going to get worse for him.”

You see, as much of a great friend Liam has been to Louis, Liam has been working two sides. If we revert back to when Louis was first found hiding in the attic, Harry was furious at Liam for helping him and had asked to speak to him. Only now do we understand why. 

🐺

The magical thing about the home you grew up in, is that you feel good when you finally grow up, venture out and leave it behind to prosper in the big wide world, but it feels even better, when you return. 

Or does it?

Are you and Harry friends anymore? 

Do you think Harry is dating Brad, that’s what the whispers are. 

How long are you staying here for? 

Why did you leave Harry’s anyway? 

He doesn’t say anything to her, he is well aware they are all excited to have him home and the last thing he wants to do is cause a scene of any sort. 

“ Lottie darling, please come and help me in the kitchen.”

Louis makes a mental note to thank his mother later, because he knows she’s done that deliberately. Watching her leave the room,  he can’t seem to keep his eyes away from the frame up on the wall as he looks back at it immediately.

“Home is where the heart is ♡”

Is it though? He thinks to himself. 

It’s a common phrase and seems fair in the grand scheme of things, but in all honesty, laying here on the uncomfortable couch, there is nothing homey about it. Maybe it’s the way he looks around and feels out of place. He hasn’t slept inside this house in what, like seven or eight years. He isn’t too sure on the number, but as he scans his eyes around the room he doesn’t feel the warmth he was used to. He doesn’t see the faces he is used to anymore, and nothing smells the same. 

Don’t mis-interpret what he is saying by any means, spending time with his mother and siblings he is grateful for, but as he listens on, he realises their usual lifestyle and routine was one that doesn’t involve him anymore. Understandable of course since he no longer lived there, but he felt a little lost. Somewhat a burden? 

Argh, maybe he is just tired and over thinking shit like usual. Yep, his eyes are heavy and as he closes them slowly he can hear his mother off in the distance scorning Lotti for not cleaning up her mess. He lays there for what seems like an eternity, and the more he lies there the more tired he becomes. He gives up after an hour when he hears commotion beside him.

“ Sorry, love.” 

Jay muffles the words softly as she lowers down the very small lightweight cupboard near the bottom of the couch. 

“ I thought you could use this for now, you know, for your clothes.”

“ Thanks mum.”

He smiles and opens his arms wide to his mother who accepts and indulges into the cuddle.

“ It feels good to be home mum. I can’t thank you enough.”

He hates the fact that he has just lied to his mother. His mum pulls back a little with a questioning look, and at first, he thought his mum had caught him out. 

“Louis, can I smell H-“

“  MUMMMMM”

Lotti’ loud scream from the kitchen gains her attention as she shakes her head at Louis.

“ That one does nothing but keep me on my toes.”

“ That’s what teenagers are supposed to do, right? Attend to her, and I will begin un packing.”

The first thing Louis does is sit back down on the edge of his “bed” and leans forward to grab his bag. Sliding it across the floor he unzips the opening and begins to pull out several pieces of clothing. His heart nearly stops when he sees it. His nose is flared as he obtains a full whiff of the jumper. At first it’s like he is frightened to touch it, which makes no sense, but the need too overpowers him, and he picks it up to inspect it. Liam was the one who did the last of the laundry. He must have gotten them mixed up. 

Yep, a simple mistake, that’s all. His omega is clawing, clawing like there is no tomorrow, praying for Louis to smell it, to inhale it with everything he has. Instead he throws it across the room where it lands on the recliner chair.

‘I will return that tomorrow.’ 

He whispers to himself. 

Whether that was really going to happen or not was anybody’s guess. 

For the remainder of the day, Louis made sure to play with his sisters. He listened to their stories and secrets and even participated in some colouring in. As fun packed as the afternoon and evening seemed, the clock seemed to move so slowly. By the time the night’s sky had fallen, Louis opened Netflix where he found a crime series to keep his mind occupied, if only for a little while. 

By 10.30pm he was totally knackered. The whole house was dead quiet and it felt awkwardly eerie. He tossed and turned multiple times and after rolling over for the millionth time he gives in and ventures off to the kitchen for a glass of milk. 

Walking back into the lounge room, he hadn’t needed a light on. There is enough of the night’s moon shining in through the window. He lies down again and for a minute, he fully believes the milk had worked, until he feels himself becoming anxious. He sits up on the side of the couch, and truth be told, he feels like a little kid. Is he fucking scared? What is it?!? 

He takes a couple of deep breaths as he looks over towards the jumper.

‘Nope’, there was no way he was going to do it. There is absolutely no chance whatsoever, that it was that, that he needed in order to sleep. 

He stares at it profoundly while the clock ticks in the background.

‘Nope’ he continues to repeat.

He lays down and pulls the blanket up tightly around his neck. It takes a long time, but he begins to slip in and out of consciousness as he remains unsettled.

When the sun begins to rise, Louis is alerted to wake up by the sound of voices and banging and clanging coming from within the kitchen. Considering he had so much trouble switching off last night, he feels rather refreshed, like he has indeed gotten enough shut eye. He sits up a little, and fucking hell his back is killing him. As he inhales taking in the pain as he moves slightly, he suddenly feels like he is suffocating. 

It’s only now that he realizes. 

‘ Fucking hell.’

He sounds so scared, so timid and it worries him. It’s like he can’t escape him, no matter how much he runs away, Harry is still there, haunting him from afar. Louis is beginning to wonder whether he is cursed, tortured, or even hexed maybe? He has no clue how it got there because he doesn’t remember grabbing it again. He picks it up and instinctively brings it to his nose where he inhales deeply. He quickly throws it back over to the recliner.

‘ Nope, that is definitely going back to Harry, today.’

🐺

Over at the pack house, it’s been four hours since Louis left, and Harry has found himself currently standing in Louis’ old room. Louis had literally stripped it bare. The bed doesn’t even have blankets or sheets anymore, they have been discarded into the laundry room. He sits down on the mattress and looks around. There is nothing there, not one thing of Louis remains, no trace of him ever being there. It feels so empty and cold.  Harry notices a figure from his peripheral vision and glances over to where Liam is watching on, concerned.

“ You ok?”

Harry tries his best to hide his current state, not wanting to look or sound too pathetic.

“ Yeah, just um.. I’m just checking you know, to …..to see what else needed to be cleaned in here, but ah yeah, looks like Louis really wanted this place cleaned. Why does it smell so badly in here? Is that bleach or scented candles or something , what is it?” 

Liam can see through it and walks over to sit down next to him. Harry watches Liam dig into his bag.

Taking the jumper from him, Harry sadly smiles back.

“ You didn’t need to do that, but thank you. Have you heard from him?”

“ No, I haven’t.”

Harry stands as they both vacate the room and Liam is surprised when Harry locks the door behind them.

🐺

Jay smiles softly as she whispers enthusiastically. 

“You fancy a cup of tea? It might help you settle a bit.” 

As he can’t sleep with socks on, his entire body shivers when his bare feet make contact with the cold floor boards. He really needs to invest in some slippers. Being an alpha he never used to feel this cold, but now, he finds he needs that extra warmth from time to time especially at night time. While the kettle does its job, both Jay and Louis sit face to face at the table. 

“ Darling, I’m so sorry for the sleeping arrangements, you look so tired, you must not be getting much sleep.” 

Louis nods his head in agreement but the thoughts inside his mind consume him at the same time that his mouth ends up betraying him. 

Yes, Jay is kind of internally happy that Louis maybe now wanting to express his feelings and talk about it finally. She hates watching him bottle it all up, she knows it’s no good for him. 

“ Oh Lou, you want to talk about it, no pressure though.” 

Louis points at the kettle and quickly immerses himself into making the cuppa before Jay can even object. 

“ You in need of new crockpots?” 

“ Well there is a great deal on a new stainless steel set that is unscratchable and if you call in the next thirty minutes you will get two for the price of one.” 

Unfortunately this exact same scenario of late night tea drinking, plays out exactly the same over the next eight nights. Very soon, Louis is about to crack and break down, but for now, he continues to obtain a very limited amount of sleep. 

Louis continues to keep himself hidden away at his mum’s house. Jay is getting seriously worried at the way he is persistent on doing absolutely nothing. She can tell he isn’t happy, but what was she to do? She knows her son well enough to know that whatever she says or does, might not sit well when he is like this. 

Every night Jay has heard Louis struggling to sleep. As she makes her way towards the kitchen once again, she hears him constantly moving about, and often mumbling Harry’s name. A few nights ago she watched as her son, the sad omega needing the comfort he was used to, battle within himself as he struggled. She couldn’t go on watching, when the answer was right there in front of him. Jay lifted Harry’s jumper placing it across him.

🐺

*** Two days later *** 

Lotti makes a dash towards the table as Jay stands horrified at the sight before her. She had taken the girls out for the day to give Louis some much needed alone time, and hopefully an opportunity to nap. Upon entering the kitchen, she is met with a sight she hadn’t expected. 

Jay’s voice was stern but Lotti recognises the urgency and leaves the room without question. 

“ Louis, are you ok, darling?” 

There is a reason Louis is not responding as he continues to scrub the dishes forcibly. He is spiralling and has zoned out, and when Jay looks around the kitchen fully taking in the destruction, she places a hand on Louis’ shoulder semi startling him. 

When Louis turns around, the damage is far more troubling than she imagined. His eyes were dull and lifeless, devoid of their usual spark and vitality. His skin was pallid and sallow, as though drained of all colour and vibrancy. There are dark circles around his eyes, the very same eyes that are bloodshot red. Jay couldn’t believe what she was seeing. This morning when she had left, Louis had appeared ‘fine’ but now, he looks as though he is carrying a heavy burden that no one else could see. It was a heartbreaking sight to behold, and it left an indelible mark on Jay’s soul. Standing before her, is a person who is so deeply depressed, upset, heartbroken, and damaged, that it was as though their entire being was largely shrouded in a heavy, dark veil. 

“ Baby, you are scaring me.” 

Cupcakes. 

Piles and piles of chocolate cupcakes. 

Freshly baked, they are stacked along the benches, across the table and even placed on all the table chairs. The room was overpowering and Jay almost felt the need to step outside. There was an aroma so rich and decadent, with a subtle hint of sweetness that lingered in the air. Taking in a deep breath Jay was hit with a symphony of flavours, with dashes of vanilla, chocolate, cocoa and coffee all blending together in perfect harmony to bring forth chocolate cupcakes with coffee icing. She grabs Louis’ arm tentatively as she looks him in the eyes. Jay knew this was not healthy, whatever this was, this behaviour wasn’t ‘normal’.

“ What is happening sweetheart? I really need you to talk to me now, Louis.”

   

“ I, I just miss-.”

“ My omega is hurting mum, it’s hurting so bad, there is a gnawing pain in my chest that never fades. It’s killing me, I don’t know what to do mum, please make it go away, please, I fucking beg you, please make it stop!”

Louis tried not to cry, he really did, but it was a futile effort as he began to break down, clutching into his mothers chest just like he used to as a child.

“ Boobear, oh baby. It’s going to be ok, love. We will get through this somehow, I promise.”

She isn’t sure if she is trying to convince him or herself at this point as she strokes his hair while listening to his quiet sobs. Louis pulls back, wiping his cheeks.

“ Like Harry?”

“ I strongly feel as though now might be a good time to meet with the elders now baby, you need some proper counsel and maybe seek for some answers and-“

“ Ok.”

Jay is certainly surprised at Louis’ response. It was not the answer she was expecting.

Louis has had enough. 

He never asked for any of this. 

The change

The omega

Fighting with Harry

Moving home

Craving after Harry

Missing Harry

‘Missing Harry’

Not one of those details were ever planned or expected in his future, the future HE had planned.

They say that ‘ everything happens for a reason’ but what they fail to mention is that ‘ fate and destiny pair together with the universe in order to conspire against you’ because most times, the way you meet your fate, is normally on the road you took in order to avoid it. 

🐺

Today, Zayn has been handed the task of keeping Harry under control. No-one but Zayn really knows what is truly going on with Harry’s mood. To others they all just think he isn’t taking Louis’ departure very well. If only it was indeed that simple. To be fair, earlier this morning Zayn almost spilled the beans to Liam when he remembered where they had to visit today. However he remained tight lipped and went about his task trying his best to keep Harry calm and collected.

Watching as Harry returned to the car, from the ‘appointment’ Zayn leans over and opens the drivers door for him.

“ Well?”

Harry slams the door which makes Zayn flinch. Harry begins smashing into the steering wheel with his fist and that tells Zayn enough.

“I’m fucking screwed. FUCK FUCK FUCKING HELL!”

“Here, let me drive home alright, you can just sit back and-“ 

Before Zayn even has a chance to open his door, Harry starts the ignition and poor Zayn clutches the side door panel for dear life, as Harry floors the gas pedal and takes off totally unhinged. It’s dangerous, that’s what it is, and Zayn wants out.  

“ Fucking hell man, pull over.” 

But Harry’s brain is not even registering the words, too caught up in his own dilemma. Knowing that it’s best to keep quiet when Harry is like this, Zayn ignores the two red lights he has just sped through, luckily enough the roads were quiet, but when Harry exceeds the speed limit at an alarming rate, Zayn decides that enough is enough. 

“ ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCKING KILL ME? STOP THE DAMN CAR NOW HARRY!” 

Stopping the car is exactly what he does. He pulls the hand brake lever harshly, sending the car to skid across the dirt that lies beside the road. Zayn moves quickly to jump out as does Harry. Only difference being, is that Zayn was pacing back and forth trying to settle his heart rate down. 

Harry? 

“ HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING? I’M SO FUCKING STUPID!”

Zayn tries not to make eye contact as Harry finishes his rampage.

“ Not one word about this appointment to anyone, do you hear me Malik! NO-ONE!”

🐺

Liam is so sick of folding clothes. Day in and day out, it’s the same shit over and over and he is so tired of it. He wants something new and fresh in his world, something rewarding in his life. He listens to the noise radiating from outside and makes his way over to the window bay where he looks out over the grassland to where two young pups were learning to play. Liam lowers his hand across his belly.

He wishes to conceive.

He can already hear Zayn in his thoughts.

‘Do you really think we are financially ready?’ 

‘Why the hurry all of a sudden?’ 

“Hello….Jay what a wonderful surprise, how is Lo-“

Liam is cut off by the voice of a concerned and worried parent.

“ A meeting with the elders? Jay is he ok?……no of course, I promise, I won’t tell Harry anything.”

As the week comes to a close, it appears that many pack members are left feeling a little uneasy. 

Harry, so it seems, has gotten himself into a bit of trouble.

Jay is currently concerned with due right, for her son’s welfare.

Liam has just realised he really wants to start a family.

  

Zayn, on the other hand, is utterly worn out. He needs a break but also, let’s just say, he is rather clueless sometimes. 

While Louis… well… Louis misses spending his days with Harry. Louis wants his omega to stop being so distraught. The only way he has found any sort of relief is by making nests of cupcakes that smell like Harry. It’s the whole reason Louis didn’t want Harry in his room back over at the house. 

So Louis from now until whenever,  just wants to stay in bed… surrounded by cupcakes.

‘It’s safe to say at this present time, that Distance is only the space between them. How far that is exactly, can only be determined by how much their own hearts will allow it.’

🐺

A/N

Thoughts?

Aww, Liam is getting clucky…but naughty Liam?

Who wants a chocolate and coffee cupcake? 😂

Where is Niall???????????

👀

Chapter 8 - Let me, please

‘There are going to be lots of painful moments in your life that will change you in many different ways. Let these times make you stronger, wiser, smarter and kinder. Whatever you do, don’t go and become someone you are not, cry or even scream if you have to.

When you finally get it all off of your chest, straighten out that crown and begin moving forward.’

🐺

Sitting at the kitchen table, Louis is nervous about the meeting. Old man Jack, one of the elders that Jay prefers due to his knowledge and kindness towards everyone, is due to arrive any given moment. Louis had been pacing back and forth for the last fifteen minutes in anticipation.

“Louis sweetheart, why are you so worried? It’s only Jack, you know he is harmless, and you know you are not in any sort of trouble or anything. You are going to be ok sweetheart, I promise you.”

Louis couldn’t explain it either. He had no idea why his leg was bouncing and trembling under the table. He was hopeful that his mothers words were true, and only time will determine how successful today’s talk will go.

A sharp knock on the front door makes Louis ten times more anxious than he was only seconds ago.

“ Good afternoon, it’s Jack, is anyone home?” He calls out loudly alerting the others of his presence.

Jay smiles tentatively at Louis as she calls out to reply.

“ The door is open.”

Louis just hopes and prays that he gets some sort of reassurance today.

🐺

Harry has been burying himself deep into work as it’s the only thing remotely close to keeping his mind off of Louis. Drawing up the plans for the rut/heat houses Niall had previously suggested has had him tired and focused for days. There’s a lot of blue prints being drawn up and a tonne of negotiations about the allowed budget and Harry will soon break down physically and mentally if he does not start getting some rest.

Zayn knocks on the office door softly right before he enters. The sight of Harry sitting at his desk looking so worn out has Zayn a little worried. The thing with Zayn is that he often means well, but most times his words don’t reflect what he means to say.

“ Oh god, you look like shit mate.”

Luckily for him, Harry reacts nicely by scoffing sarcastically.

“ Yeah, well you don’t look very shabby either, Malik.”

Zayn pulls out the spare chair opposite Harry and relaxes down into it. After being friends for many years, Harry can sense Zayn is off tonight, there is definitely something playing on his mind.

“ Yeah didn’t get much sleep as um, Liam and I had an interesting convo last night and-“

Zayn stops, because he decides telling Harry now might not be the best decision as it might add fuel to the fire, instead he opts to distract him by changing the subject.

“You heard from Niall yet?”

Harry leans over grabbing two glasses from his liquor cabinet, and pours a heavy dose of scotch into each.

“No, nothing.”

He slides the drink across the table where they both skull it down in one shot.

“Fucking hell mate, you have literal black rings under your eyes. I know it’s only early afternoon, but I do think you really should try and catch up on some sleep.”

Harry stands up and confirms this by yawning.

“Yeah, you know what, I might just do that.

Zayn is semi surprised at that, he knows Harry has been worried and stressed out, especially with the news he was given the other day, but he didn’t think Harry would go so willingly.

🐺

So as it turns out, Old man Jack was full of words of encouragement regarding accepting his fate and embracing all of life’s opportunities. Listening to the elder express words of wisdom and ideas on how to move forward, Louis doesn’t let the words settle in his mind….. not just yet. To him, the meeting felt pointless, but not too long from now, a couple of weeks to be precise, Louis will fully understand the elders’ reasoning behind the choice of words.

For the time being, he reverts back to regular habits by heading back to bed where he has stayed previously for the last two weeks. Jay is now beginning to become seriously concerned. He is no longer eating, isn’t speaking very much, is hardly leaving the lounge at all unless he really has to. He is just sleeping the day away non stop (or at least trying to.)

Jay used to hear him cry and struggle to sleep every night, but now there is nothing but silence. It’s like Louis has switched off mentally, and in no way is it healthy for himself or his omega. She thinks of calling Liam for help, but decides to call someone else instead.

“Hello, Harry. May I have a quick word?”

🐺

Jay hears the water running upstairs and smiles when she notices Louis is absent from the lounge this morning. Jay is making eggs when Louis enters on through fifteen minutes later following his shower.

“You hungry sweetheart?”

Louis smiles and sits down at the table, shaking his wet hair out of his face.

“You look nice and refreshed.”

“ Yeah, felt good to have a wash, I slept pretty well last night.”

Jay places the eggs she had originally cooked for herself down in front of him. Watching him finally place a fork size bite into his mouth makes her realise her concern about Louis’ omega was spot on. It doesn’t settle her worries at all, and now she has no clue as to how to proceed from here.

“ It’s a lovely day out today, believe it or not the sun is beautifully warm out there. You should get out somewhere today, I think Liam is really itching to see you. He has sent multiple messages asking how you are, he said you haven’t been replying to his texts.”

It’s true. Louis hasn’t felt like talking to anyone in fact, but now after hearing that, he feels like an utter prick.

“Yeah I might go and see him actually, surprise him maybe.”

Although the intent was there, Louis found himself slipping back into the same old depressive state, the now familiar routine of sleeping all day seeming much more important, which resulted in the visit to Liam not going ahead.

However, 24 hours later, Louis had woken up feeling better today and even managed to stay awake and watch some tv. It might not be much but it’s a great start to getting him back on his feet.

Two days later and again, Louis has improved dramatically. He appears smiley, and in good spirits this morning, even going as far as getting dressed into something other than sweatpants and a t-shirt. He picks up Harry’s jumper bringing it to his nose. Nope, nothing. No scent whatsoever. He looks over towards the cupcakes he has all around the room still. He didn’t think the smell alone would settle him like it has, but somehow it has worked wonders.

“ You my dear, look rather handsome today. Are you off somewhere?”

Louis picks up the glass off the table and skulls down the orange juice and places the glass down into the sink.

“Yep, I’m going to see Li. Like you said the other day, I should stop by and say hi, he has been such a great friend lately, and I kinda left him hanging. I’m going to go now. I won’t be too long.”

He looks so happy and Jay is thrilled as Louis kisses her cheek.

“ That’s a wonderful idea.” Jay pauses to think and then proceeds with caution.

“ Would you like a um..a cupcake for the ride over there?”

She is kind of worried about how Louis will react to that, but when he just smiles and replies so confidently she feels clouded with guilt.

“ No, thank you mum but um, I don’t think I need them anymore. I’m doing ok. I really am. Please, don’t worry yourself.”

But she is and will continue to do so, because Louis has no idea. Thinking back to her initial decision a few days ago, only now does she realise she needs to tell him the truth. This sneaking around and little white lies are NOT helping him at all.

For the first time in what feels like ages, Louis finds himself feeling excited as he smiles getting into the car. Yep, Liam, he is excited to see Liam. Liam. He convinces himself.

Jay stares out the kitchen window as she waits for the kettle to boil. As soon the coffee is ready she opens up the back door. She wraps her dressing gown around her waist more securely as she shivers a little until her body comes into contact with the sun.

Rounding the corner of the house she slowly and carefully lowers herself to crouch down. Unlike the other mornings, Jay finds Harry sleeping in human form rather than a wolf against the side of the house below Louis’ window. It’s been a nuisance having to sneak into the lounge room while he dozes on and off to open the window every night, but it needed to be done. Louis needed the scent and Harry, no matter how uncomfortable it was, was willing to give it. With the hot coffee steam hitting her face she whispers quietly as to not startle him. “ Harry, love, it’s morning.”

Jay finds it odd that Harry hasn’t woken yet. He normally would have sensed her coming.

Fluttering open his eyes, he shifts slowly as he adjusts to waking up.

“Morning, did he sleep ok?”

Jay sadly smiles.

“He did. He is much better today. You know, I didn’t ask you to do this every night Harry, I only asked for one night so he could get some proper rest.”

He stands up abruptly, dusting off his pants and as he stretches a little, Jay frowns when she hears Harry’s back crack.

“ Don’t look at me like that, I owe him. I owe him everything actually. Me sleeping on the ground near his window so he can smell me is the least I can do.”

He reaches out and takes the coffee while Jay watches on. Harry can tell she’s itching to say something, so he encourages her to do so by clearing his throat.

“ Jay, is there something on your mind, because if you want to get something off your chest please do so, because that panicked look on your face is kind of scaring me, i’m not going to lie.”

Having known Jay all his life, he can see through the smile at all the anxiety.

“ It’s just… I just want my baby to be alright.”

Harry’s eyes fall to the ground, a sense of guilt again punching him in the stomach.

“I’m not doing any of this to make him rely on my scent or anything, you know me better than that Jay, i’m just trying to help ease that separation pain and-“

Jay can see Harry begin to panic a little, and is quick to re-correct him on what she meant.

“ Oh, Harry, I wasn’t trying to blame you or think your intentions were ill, I just….. I’m extremely grateful, I really am, and if I’m to be openly honest here and please I’d appreciate the confidentiality, my heart is holding out that-“

Jay finds herself stopping mid sentence to collect her thoughts, careful and a little worried at confessing her feelings.

“He is my only son Harry, and I just want to see him happy again. You have always looked after him, ever since you two were so tiny. I can see how much you love him.”

There’s a couple of seconds of silence before Jay says something that Harry has a hard time hearing.

“I’m not sure how deep it goes or when or how it might surface one day, but I know my boy more than anyone else, and let me reassure you that when the time is right and I’m 99% sure I’m correct on this, that he loves you too Harry.”

Nope, Harry was not going to believe any of that for a second. If what Jay was saying was to be remotely true, the only way he would accept and believe that, is if Louis ever admitted that to him himself. Passing back the mug, Harry awkwardly produces a half ass attempted smile before saying his goodbyes.

“I have to get going, I um, have lots of things to do today. I’m glad he slept well, and again, thanks for the coffee.”

Jay watches Harry walk off promptly and now more than ever, she knows Anne was right.

🐺

Louis feels all sorts of things as he pulls up at Harry’s house. It feels like so long ago that he stepped foot onto these premises. As weird as it is being back here, he can’t contain the small smile that forms as he looks around at all the familiar faces. He kind of feels nervous all of a sudden and instinctively he already knows it’s because he is anticipating seeing Harry, but at the same time and more than anything else, he feels more like himself than he has in weeks, and he knows why. Walking across the front lawn, he feels his whole body relax. Why? Because he has returned home And that scares him.

There are people everywhere and that isn’t uncommon. A lot of people feel content around here as Harry has made the pack leader house a safe and welcoming environment for everyone. He waves to a couple of people across the yard as he enters the front door, but the happiness he was feeling only seconds ago is soon replaced with bitterness as he bumps into the one person he really didn’t wanna see.

But something is very off, something is different as Brad stands there before him looking just as surprised to see him staring back. Louis is waiting for the insult or the smart ass remark that he knows is coming. He is waiting for something, anything that is about to bring his whole day back down into a slumber, something stupid to piss him off, but surprisingly it doesn’t happen. Brad eyes him up-and-down before rushing past him and out the door.

What the fuck?

Louis is totally confused. Not a single word? Nothing.

Odd.

Oli is sitting in the lounge room totally engulfed in a game of FIFA. The house seems particularly quiet and that throws Louis off a little.

“ Hi Oli, do you know where I could find Liam?”

Oli begins to speak until he picks up on the voice. He drops the controller and flings his head around instantly accidentally knocking over an empty beer can from beside him.

“ Oh, Louis! What are you doing here? Shit! Sorry that was a little bit rude, how are you? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

Approaching closer, Louis looks around the room to notice that it’s a little bit messier than normal. Oli picks up on Louis’ gaze that is still floating around the room.

“Yeah sorry about that, things have been a little bit hectic around here lately, anyway what was it you asked?”

Louis chuckles.

“Liam, do you know where he is?”

“That’s right, um…. the last time I saw him I think he was headed towards the kitchen. I could be wrong but I’d check there first.”

“ Thanks.”

Just like the lounge room was, the kitchen is just as bad, if not worse. It’s a complete and utter mess.

This was not normal.

The kitchen is empty but Louis finds himself picking up two empty bowls and walking them over to the sink. It’s then he sees Liam outside through the window. His heart immediately softens because he doesn’t look very happy, he can automatically tell by the way Liam is digging into the ice cream.

Quietly manoeuvring up behind him, Louis places his hand down onto his shoulder blade.

“ Hey stranger.”

Liam turns to look at him, but instead of a warm greeting back, Louis is met with Liam’s tears.

“ Oh no, Li what’s the matter?”

Wiping his eyes he sniffs his nose trying to recompose himself.

“ I told Zayn, I told him I wanted to try for a pup but um, he, he, he doesn’t want one Louis.”

Louis sits with his friend offering words of encouragement and the best advice he could possibly give, and considering his own situation right now, he isn’t sure he is the right person for the job, but he cuddles into the omega and cheers him up anyway. After a long chat and some weird dancing from Louis who was trying absolutely anything in order to make him laugh and feel better, Louis eventually suggests a movie and some treats.

🐺

There is loud laughter coming from inside the bedroom as Zayn approaches the bedroom door. He recognizes the voice immediately and hesitantly smiles back at Harry who is beside him. Harry resists the urge to turn around and leave, because his alpha is using all the power it can draw from within, to persuade him to check on the omega.

Turning the handle Zayn hears Harry suck in a breath.

“Louis, hey how are ya?” Zayn voices politely as he enters on through, dropping his keys and phone down onto the dressing table. Before Louis even has a chance to reply, Zayn has already continued to try and make a joke in an attempt to lighten the fact that Harry is with him.

“What no junk food this time, I’m genuinely shocked.”

Acting offended, Louis drops open his mouth laying a hand across his chest as he sasses back.

“We don’t always eat bad food Malik, Jesus, is that how you think of us innocent omegas? Rude.”

It kind of makes everyone stop and look at him. At hearing Louis referring to himself as an omega, it kind of stunned everyone, even himself. He said it so naturally and proudly that Harry is convinced Louis hadn’t even realised he had said it at all.

“ Hi, Lou.”

There it is, the atmosphere change that sends the room eerily quiet.

“ Hey.”

Not knowing what to do or say next, Harry continues to keep his eyes on Louis hoping he could read him.

But nothing.

He looks to Zayn and gives him a ‘manly’ hug.

“See you later, yeah.”

Louis is well aware that Harry is only leaving because he feels he needs to. He had been giving Louis the time and space he had asked for and now, after hearing the advice from the elder’s the other day, one thing has been stuck on replay over and over in his mind.

‘When we resist unexpected changes in our lives it’s called suffering, but when we as individuals can accept and let go of what is hurting us, to not struggle or fight against it, that’s when we can embrace the groundfulness of our situations and relax into its dynamic qualities. That, is called enlightment.’

“ Harry, wait!”

No-one is more shocked than Harry himself as he makes eye contact once again. If only Louis would look back at him instead of staring down at the blanket. Harry hates how anxious Louis is as he begins to speak a little bit more subtle.

“If you are only leaving because of me, please don’t. You don’t need to leave on my account. I’d like it if you would stay. There is plenty of room for everyone.”

Harry looks across at Zayn and Louis is concerned at the way Harry seems so cautious and scared? It’s totally obvious that there is convo being said between them with only their eyes speaking and eventually Zayn shrugs his shoulders as Harry nods his head at Louis.

“ Thanks.”

Zayn kicks off his shoes and watches Harry who uses his hand to indicate for Zayn to shuffle in first. It’s safe to say that Louis is a little disheartened that Harry didn’t want to sit next to him.

Zayn leans back against the pillow and Louis and Liam look to each other in fear. It’s then a loud crunching sound fills the room. Spinning around to investigate, Zayn pulls out bags of chips from the pillow case.

“ No junk food huh, I fucking knew it!” Zayn yells and it does ultimately make everyone laugh.

Without saying a word, you could instantly tell that all four of them were happy to feel normal again.

They are halfway through the movie and Louis notices that Harry hasn’t even glanced his way. He doesn’t know why he keeps focusing on him anyway, he decides it’s because it’s a crap storyline with bad acting. Harry keeps pulling out his phone every few minutes, and it’s evidently clear that he is texting someone. He has a poker face though, and it’s hard to tell what type of mood he is in.

Zayn has shifted down towards the end of the bed cuddling up behind Liam. There is so much tension between them too about starting a family, and Louis doesn’t miss the way Liam pushes Zayn’s arm off of him. He is starting to feel a little out of place. Liam stands and walks over to the kitchen where Zayn follows. Louis just wants to leave, he can tell they need some privacy. Harry, as per the oblivious alpha that he is, is still buried in his phone not taking any notice.

Louis takes out his phone and starts typing. He watches on as Harry reads the text he had just sent and looks over at him smiling. His own phone vibrates and sees the response from Harry.

“ I mean I’d love too, but only if you are sure.”

Louis puts a finger to his mouth shushing him to be quiet, and Harry nearly laughs. Sneaking off from Zayn and Liam used to be something they played all the time. They both move quickly but quietly up and off of the bed making their way towards the door. It’s Louis who closes it gently and smirks when he realises they have succeeded without being caught. He knows it might appear strange to Liam and Zee this time around due to his and Harry’s current ‘ differences’ but he is confident they will both know there is no danger in it.

“Haven’t done that for awhile.”

Harry is using all the forces he acquired to not smile as much as he’d like to. He doesn’t want to make any further mistakes and by mistakes, he means he doesn’t want to come on too strong, say or do anything that might ruin this chance Louis has finally given him in order to spend some time together.

“I kind of got the impression they needed some alone time.”

Oh so that’s what it was, Louis didn’t want to spend time with him, he just wanted to do right by Liam and Zayn.

“Oh.” Harry exclaims.

Louis can see something spread across Harry’s face, but he is having trouble trying to determine what it is exactly.

“ Um, ok. Look, we don’t have to go out if you don’t want to.”

Louis is surprised by hearing that and wasn’t expecting it at all. Then, he thinks back to all the texting Harry was doing and it suddenly makes sense.

“ You don’t want to go on that run? Oooh, You have other plans, I didn’t even think about that, sorry.”

Louis fake smiles and shit, he actually feels a sting. He wants to try and somehow salvage whatever is left of their friendship, and tonight he thought this would be a small step in the right direction.

“Another time then.” Louis speaks softly, trying to ignore the hurt in his heart. He has never felt this type of pain before, and he feels weird about it. Why was this hurting his omega so much? Was this what rejection felt like?

Louis turns to walk the opposite way, and he is expecting Harry to stop him. He gets all the way to the stairs before he accepts that, that isn’t going to happen. He doesn’t want to turn back to look or see what he’s doing, but there’s an invisible magnet that just pulls his eyes back unwillingly.

Harry isn’t there, he is nowhere in sight.

To say Louis is confused is an understatement. He assumed Harry would have jumped at the idea of them doing something together. Clearly he had been very mistaken.

Upon exiting the front door, Louis turns back to admire the place he once called home. He knew coming back here was going to be difficult, he just didn’t take into account how much harder it was going to be to leave.

The sun is starting to set and everything is bathed in warm, golden rays. He stands there admiring the sky and surroundings, feeling content in the evening air. The sky is a brilliant shade of orange, pink, and purple, and the clouds are a mix of white and gray. The sun is slowly sinking behind the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape.

As he breathes in the fresh air, he notices the sweet scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. The air is cool and refreshing, and it hits gently against his skin. He can hear the sound of birds chirping off in the distance, and the rustling of leaves in the wind. It’s calming.

The streetlight style lamps that Harry had installed along the paths are starting to flicker on, casting a warm glow across the yard. The light bounces off the windows of the house, creating a beautiful reflection.

With no explanation at all, Louis felt at peace in this moment, as if everything was suddenly right in the world. The exception of Harry’s behaviour excluded of course. The beauty of the sunset and the sounds of nature were an internal reminder to slow down and appreciate the present moment, just like the elder had suggested he do so.

He goes to inhale one last time before opening up his car door, when he almost suffocates on the rich smell of a scent he has come to know and crave so well.

Louis turns around to see the wolf standing just a few feet away from him. His heart skips a beat as he stares in awe at the magnificent creature before him. Harry’s wolf is larger than he remembered, with thick fur that shimmers in the diminishing sunlight. His eyes are a deep amber green, as they appear to glow in the evening light. The wolf’s ears are perked up, it’s nose twitching as it takes in the scent of the omega. It should annoy Louis, but instead it makes him blush.

Louis can’t help but be mesmerized by the wolf’s beauty. He feels a sense of relief and happiness to see Harry standing there. There is something about the way Harry looks a tad nervous but vulnerable, as if it’s a sign of something good to come. The wolf seems to sense Louis relax, and Harry takes a step closer, his tail wagging slowly daring to take this all slow and with care.

As Harry strides forward, Louis can smell that beautiful concoction of rich coffee and chocolate emanating the air. It’s an intoxicating aroma, but it’s comforting and familiar. The wolf’s fur looks enticing and warm, and Louis can’t resist reaching out to touch it without realising what it is he is doing.

As he strokes the wolf’s fur, he feels a sense of calm wash over him. The wolf seems to understand his emotions, as it nudges into his side, as if protecting him from harm, or maybe it was just Harry telling Louis to hurry up for the run. Louis quickly retracts his hand back when he snaps out of whatever trance he was in.

“ Shit, sorry H.”

The alpha who is looking not so dominant tonight, wags its tail as it nudges Louis playfully once again making Louis laugh.

“ You changed your mind…. Alright, well, be a gentleman and turn around.” Louis giggles at wanting to secure some dignity as he changes into his wolf. Harry didn’t mean to emit a light growl as he turned slowly in the opposite direction. It makes Louis smile nonetheless.

It had been weeks since they had seen each other properly, and the tension between them had surely been building up. But now, as they walked together, their steps in sync, they felt a sense of relief. They were finally back in each other’s company.

The trees loomed ahead, a wall of greenery that seemed to stretch on forever. The boys hesitated for a moment, their fur brushing against each other’s as they strode along, stopping to take a quick check if the other was ok. Then, with a shared look of determination, they plunged into the woods. The air was cool and damp, with a hint of pine needles and earth fulfilling their nostrils, but nothing smelt better or more prominent than that of each other’s alluring scent. The ground was soft under their paws, the leaves rustling softly as they walked. As they moved deeper into the woods, their nerves began to quickly ease. As they walked on, their steps grew with more confidence with each passing motion, now with both being settled and relieved, they both appear happy.

This… is what they had both needed.

Finally, they reached a clearing, a small patch of grass surrounded by trees. The boys stopped, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared understanding. They knew that they had missed each other terribly, but now, as they stood together out in the peaceful trees, they felt a sense of hope. They knew deep down that they could make things right again, it had just needed time. They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, before they both broke into a sprint. It felt remarkably satisfying and fulfilling to finally be back together in each other’s company.

After an hour or so of play, the night just seemed to disappear. The old saying of ‘Time flys when you are having fun couldn’t be more accurate.

After returning back to the house, and reverting into human form, both boys are left in that awkward moment of how to say goodbye.

“ This was, I dunno, I liked this Lou. I missed this, so thank you and-“

Louis smiles fondly at the way Harry is so jittery.

“ Hey, I had fun too, let’s just start with friends, yeah.”

Harry or alpha? Alpha or Harry? Who knows who made the decision but Harry lunges forward to hug the person he has missed so terribly, Louis’ choice of words seemingly missing Harry’s ears. Harry was waiting for Louis to throw him off of him, to push him away, but when Louis squeezes just as tight, Harry relaxes.

If only things could stay this way.

As if both were the same person, they mirror each other as they both pull back coming face to face. It’s the way Louis is already understanding Harry’s thoughts as he tries to put a stop to it.

“ Harry, we shouldn’t, we aren’t-“

“Let me, please.”

Leaning back in again, Louis nudges his nose into Harry’s neck while Harry scents him, causing Louis to relax immensely as he breathes in the addictiveness that projects off of him. Louis stays in the hold longer than he wanted to and it felt weird and somewhat empty when Harry pulled back.

“ Good night, Lou.”

Harry wants to thank the lords above, he wants to thank every person he knows, he wants to thank every creature, every plant, every fucking thing on the planet, for Louis giving him this tonight. He turns away to venture back inside, because if he doesn’t, he might scream out loud with excitement.

“ Hey Harry!”

Stopping, he turns around pressing his lips together trying to keep it cool. But his moment of happiness quickly diminishes.

“ Hmm?”

“Where were you tonight? When we left Liam’s room, I turned back and you were gone. Where were you?”

Harry’s whole demeanour shifts as he begins to rub the back of his neck.

‘Honesty is the best policy’ Harry repeats to himself, the lesson he has now come to know very well over these last few months.

“ I um, I just had to inform Brad real quick that um, I was no longer free.”

Ouch

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Chapter 9 - Just Friends

A/N

Couple of quick things, first off, the reason this chapter took so long is because its bloody 10k words !!

😬🥴🫣 Oops!

Also, please remember that when I make Harry or Louis’ feelings indecisive or contradictive it’s because i’ve done it deliberately. It’s needed for the story. I’ve had lots of messages asking about this. Louis is still very hurt about the whole change, but he is also on a journey now to move forward. Harry still feels bad but again, he can’t fix it. After all that has happened it’s only natural that these two will swap back and forth with different emotions.

Now onto the chapter ! 😘

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‘Just friends they had agreed, while it had worked for one, the other…..had secretly lied again.’ 🥺

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Getting to sleep was a little difficult due to Harry’s words last night, but he wakes up with a smile on his face, feeling lighter than he has done so in weeks. The sun is shining through his window, casting a warm glow over his room. He stretches his arms above his head, feeling the tension in his muscles release. He looks down at his hands, noticing that they’re not shaking like they usually do in the morning. He feels a sense of calm wash over him, and he knows that it’s because of Harry’s company last night.

Standing up out of bed, he is feeling light on his feet. He looks in the mirror, and for the first time in a long time, he likes what he sees. His eyes are bright, and his skin is clear. He runs his fingers through his hair, and it falls into place perfectly.

He feels alive again.

Downstairs in the kitchen, his mum and sisters are already eating breakfast. The smell of toast and tea fill the air, and it makes his stomach rumble. He takes the time to walk around the table making sure to kiss everyone on the top of their heads.

“ Good morning to you, and to you and to you annnnnd to you.“

He finishes off by kissing Jay’s cheek who smiles, but eyes him suspiciously.

“ You are very….happy today. What’s the occasion?“

It makes Louis laugh as he sits down at the table, his mum pouring him a cup of yorkshire tea.

“ Funny, no there is no occasion, I’m just in a good mood, I guess. Oooh can I have one of those?“

Eyeing the toast smothered in strawberry jam, he pretends to reach for Lotti’s piece making her smack his hand away.

“ Buzz off, mum please feed this vulture before he steals mine.“

Poking his tongue out like a child, he scrunches his nose up cutely at the twins before taking a sip from his tea.

He hadn’t noticed the way his mother was dressed all neat and tidy in her best clothes, so it comes as a surprise when she asks him for a favor.

“ Do you have any plans today darling? I have to run some errands in town this morning and I could really use a babysitter, I don’t want to tag the kids along if I don’t have to.“

Louis’ face falls, because the last thing he wants to do is disappoint her.

“ Oh um, I was going to go meet up with Harry but no, it’s fine. I can watch them.“

Louis had awoken to a text message from Harry this morning, and he won’t admit how much it made him smile. He was asking for Louis’ help with something over at the house. He was very vague about the details, but when Harry added the smiley face and praying hands at the bottom of the text, Louis couldn’t draw any strength to say no.

“ Harry?“ Jay and Lotti say in sync, and Louis feels slightly under interrogation.

“Like, Harry, former best friend Harry, Harry our pack leader Harry?”

The way Lotti reaffirms this by asking again before he could even reply makes him smile. He wants to laugh because yes, it must seem weird to her. He knows she has watched him suffer for weeks, and now it must look crazy going from one extreme measure of no contact to suddenly hanging out again, but his mum, well, she just smiles with a look of understanding that Louis finds…. reassuring?

“ Yes Lotts, that Harry, but I can-“

“ Go and see Harry.“ Jay interrupts finishing off his sentence as she places toast down in front of him.

“ No it’s fine, I’m sure Harry will understand.“

Jay only gives Louis the look.

The mother look.

He knows he isn’t going to win this.

“ Louis, I can take the girls, you go and enjoy yourself, the lord himself knows you deserve it.“

He feels so hungry this morning, his appetite in full swing as he demolishes the toast in only a few mouthfuls. He slides the chair out from the kitchen table placing the plate into the sink.

“ Alright, thank you, I’m just going to go to the loo and I will be off. Not sure how long I will be, I’ve got my keys though. Love you.“ He kisses his mother again and watches Lotti smirk as he passes her by.

“ Someone’s in a hurry.“

He looks back at his mother who is turned away from him, her head buried in the fridge as he gives Lotti the middle finger resulting in her frowning.

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Louis hasn’t been that happy entering the pack house front gates in what feels like forever. The first thing he notices is all the vehicles lined up side by side. Parking the car, his eyes automatically find Harry who is out sitting on the lawn blowing balloons.

“What is all this?”

Harry was succumbed by generosity and pity when he came across one of his pack members yesterday, a single parent omega, whose mate had recently passed away. Sobbing quietly by the pond, Harry would never have forgiven himself if he hadn’t stopped to console her. Suffering some slight depression and not having the means or motivation to do anything, Harry suggested he help the omega named Ursula by helping her set up her young one Matty’s birthday party. Only given birth a few weeks ago to her second pup, Ursula and with every right to, felt a bit under the weather mentally.

“ Matty’s birthday is today. I’m pretty confident that I’m almost out of air, I’m dying over here Lou, save me, please.“

“ So you want me to blow you? FOR YOU I mean, fucking hell.“ They both laugh and Harry can’t respond because, well the words are now buried into his filthy mind.

Laughing at Harry’s desperation, Louis looks around to see some young ones playing around on the grass. Their little laughters make Louis feel a sense of eagerness, a thick desire burning in his belly for a family and what? Where did that just come from? He laughs as he sees Harry puffing, struggling in all his glory. Louis sits down reaching over for one of the balloons.

“ You hate parties Harry, why did you even offer?“

Harry points over in the direction to where Ursula was currently sitting rocking her little pup to sleep while watching her older son run the grass with his little friends.

“ Well, the mama is tired and still in a place of mourning Lou, and well, what can I say, little Matty over there couldn’t go without nothing, could he.“

Louis softens at how sweet Harry was being. They laugh and even banter and Louis finds he catches Harry watching him sometimes. The memory of Harry declaring his feelings for him hasn’t vanished by any means, he still remembers clearly, but now that the shock of that information and the change is wearing off, Louis is beginning to see Harry in a different light.

“ Speaking of, here she comes now. Hey Ursula.“

“ Good morning Louis, it’s nice to see you again.“

It was a little hard not to eavesdrop but it was kind of difficult not to. Louis found the corner of his lips curling with proudness as Ursula stood there thanking Harry repeatedly. Matty, the birthday boy, collided with Harry’s leg as he tried to pull up quickly from his fast run.

“Ouch, my arm.”

Harry bends down to him inspecting the damage.

“ You are alright there buddy, you just need to slow down a bit. Are you ready for the birthday party?“

Matty shakes his head yes as he points over towards where the decorations were currently being hung up for display.

“ Mama said you did all this for me, thank you so much, Mr Harry!“

Harry is blown away by the way Matty hugs him. Harry scruffs the top of the young boy’s head.

“ No need to thank me. I just hope you enjoy your day and have fun ok.“

Louis freezes momentarily as he drifts off into his own thoughts.

Butterflies, lots and lots of butterflies swarming all about in the inside of his small belly.

Shit, is this normal? But, it’s just Harry?

He comes to the conclusion that yes, butterflies in the tummy ARE normal, but experiencing them while watching Harry with children, yeah, that’s something new. Either way, he just wishes the stupid little things would learn to fly in formation because they are beginning to make him rather queasy.

“So sorry to intrude Harry, may I borrow you for a quick moment?”

Oli has jogged over needing Harry for ’ business’ reasons, or so Louis had thought anyway. It’s ok, because while Harry speaks to Oli, Louis takes the opportunity to help Ursula some more. “ Here, let me help you.“ He offers.

Away from prying ears, Oli informs Harry of the urgent matter at bay.

“I know you were busy and all, but I just needed to let you know that the appointment for next week was rescheduled for this afternoon.”

“ Fuck, ok. Thanks.“

Great. It’s not how Harry had planned spending the day at all. Pardoning himself from Oli, it doesn’t take very long until his eyes find Louis and when he does, he kind of wishes he hadn’t. He stops several meters back, admiring the view before him. He stands at a distance, watching Louis as he holds the newborn pup in his arms. He can’t help but feel a sense of awe as he watches Louis cradle the tiny bundle of joy. The way Louis looks at the baby is so full of love and tenderness, it makes Harry’s heart swell.

Harry’s face is soft, his eyes filled with a longing. He wishes he could have that with Louis, a future where they are raising children together. He knows that it’s not possible, not now at least, but he can’t help but dream. He watches as Louis kisses the baby’s forehead, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The way Louis holds the baby is so natural, like he was born to be a parent. Harry can see it in the way he cradles them, the way he talks to them in a soft voice, that Louis was destined to be an omega. It’s like Louis is in his element, and Harry can’t help but feel a ping of admiration.

Harry’s body language is closed off, his arms crossed over his chest. He’s trying to hide the way he feels, how it’s affecting him so deeply, but he knows that Louis can read him like a book. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions consuming him.

Watching Louis with the baby makes Harry feel so many different things at once. He feels happy for Louis, that one day he will mate and create a loving family, but at the same time, he feels a sense of sadness. He knows that he can’t have what Louis will, at least not with him. But he can’t help but hope that someday, things will be different.

The baby is small and fragile, with tiny fingers and toes. Harry’s heart flutters as he watches Louis cradle the baby in his arms.

The baby gurgles and coos, and Harry’s heart melts. He feels a sense of joy and contentment in that daydream, but that’s all that it is, a dream. The possibility of creating a beautiful life together just seems unlikely at this point.

Harry is too caught up in his own mind to notice Zayn now standing beside him, it doesn’t matter though, because for some unknown reason to Harry, Zayn is watching Liam the exact same way. When Zayn turns to Harry he sees a tear roll down his cheek.

“ Fuck, Harry.“

Harry wipes his face and continues to stare back at Louis withholding the rest of the tears threatening to leave his eyelids.

“ I won’t ever get that Zee, not with him.“

Zayn feels sorry for Harry’s current predicament, he kind of wishes Harry would just tell Louis about it, but he understands why he is keeping quiet. Looking over at his own mate, he feels terrible for the way he had treated Liam.

“ Tell him that something came up for me, can ya. “ His voice beginning to tremble and crack as he begins to back away.

It is not a question but more of a command, and Zayn’s heart breaks for him.

“ Harry.“

He doesn’t reply to Zayn because, just like that, Harry is already proceeding over towards his car.

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Louis was surprised when Zayn had informed him of Harry’s prompt exit. He knows Harry well enough to assume it must have been important enough for him to not even say his own goodbye. So he doesn’t let his thoughts give him any grief about it. In fact, he had a lovely time for the rest of the afternoon with Liam as he looked after Matty’s party. When Harry still hadn’t returned to the house by 5pm, Louis decided to call it quits and return home, but only after sending Harry an sms first.

To Harry: “Hope everything is ok.”

It seemed like Louis had checked his phone every 30 seconds in hopes of receiving a reply. It annoys him a little at getting no response, but he is more worried than anything else. The house was very quiet tonight as Jay had taken his siblings out to the movies. Laying on the lounge he flicks the tv off as he manoeuvres onto his back, his eyes peeled to the ceiling. He hasn’t been this bored in his life.

Louis can’t sleep, it makes no sense. He has been sleeping so well and now all of a sudden, tonight he just feels empty as he turns back and forth uncomfortably before eventually caving in and getting up to make a cup of tea. He tries again to settle down to sleep, but he just feels off, and it’s making him agitated. He hears the voice of his mother whispering to his sisters as they walk in the front door advising them to be quiet in case he was asleep. Not sure if it’s because he has been annoyed at trying to switch off tonight unsuccessfully or whatever it may be, he doesn’t have a reason for why he pretends to be asleep when his mum sneaks into the lounge.

What captures Louis’ attention is the way Jay walks over to the window looking out. He stays quiet as he watches her lift the window a small amount. It has been playing on his mind why the window was open every morning. He had assumed Jay was trying to air out the lounge of his stinking shoes that yes, were a tad on the smelly side. Waking up wrapped tightly in his blanket didn’t bother him because maybe it was the cool air making him sleep better. Either way, whatever it normally was, it wasn’t working tonight.

The vibration of his phone half an hour later makes him jump, and Louis feels a rush of excitement as he reaches over collecting his phone that was on charge. It’s 12.07am and he begins to read the text from Harry. He can’t help but sit up properly, now feeling fully awake again.

And what????

The sms is a little all over the place. He recognises immediately that Harry is drunk texting. He studies the words carefully and tries to decipher it. There are a few mis spelt words and a lot of accidentally pushed ^:#@/“%# buttons.

Finally he makes sense of it.

The first line makes him blush with embarrassment, but he soon frowns not understanding what he meant afterwards. The text he now reads as:

To Louis : “Right now, my hand is holding my phone, but I wish it was holding you instead, Lou. I can’t stay with you tonight. I’m too drunk, hope you sleep, but I know you won’t. Sorry baby. Do you like camels?”

Louis can’t help but feel a little giddy as he replies to Harry’s text. He types quickly, his fingers dancing over the keys as he tries to match Harry’s playful tone. He can’t help but feel a little nervous, wondering if he’s being too forward or if Harry will find his response boring. He doesn’t miss the fact that Harry hasn’t answered any of his questions or made mention of where he went today, but honestly Louis is just glad he seems ok.

To Harry : For an alpha you sound like a love sick puppy. What do you mean stay here? P.s Camels can’t be trusted.“

As he sends the message, Louis can feel his heart racing. He can’t help but grin as he waits for Harry’s response, his body language betraying his excitement. His fingers tap impatiently against his phone as he waits for Harry’s reply, his eyes glued to the screen.

Finally, the notification comes through, and Louis can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. He reads the message quickly, his eyes scanning the words as he imagines Harry’s voice. He can’t help but feel a little smug as he realizes that Harry is enjoying their conversation just as much as he is.

From Harry: “ Woof woof woof 🐶“

Louis is glad no-one can see him right now as he grins at his phone. He types out his response, his fingers moving quickly over the keys as he tries to keep up with Harry’s playful banter. As he sends the message, he can’t help but feel a sense of excitement and naughtiness. After all, there’s nothing quite like the feeling of finally getting a text from the person you’ve been thinking about all day.

To Harry: “I was going to say to calm down Mr puppy, that by flirting with me you are barking up the wrong tree…….now i’m not so sure. Go play fetch😜

Banter. This was how it used to be. This is what he is used to. But do the words reflect different meanings now? For Louis, he is caught up in the moment, happy and thrilled for things to be normal again, but how clearly does he know exactly what it is, he is really doing?

From Harry: “ Well I definitely now have a bone to play with. 🍆 Night, Lou.“

Holy fucking hell.

Louis gasped a hand across his mouth as he falls backwards to lay down again.

Shit.

Did he really just do that, with Harry?

What’s done is done now, there’s no going back.

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The light streaming in through the window was too bright and way too harsh making Louis groan as he tried to sit up rubbing the gunk from out of the corner of his eye. His head was pounding, clearly a headache from not sleeping much, and he could feel the remnants of last night’s texting coursing through his veins. He hated himself for wanting to go check on Harry, to see how bad his hangover really was. He hated that, now having Harry back in his life how quickly he was wanting more of him. He really really really hates that thinking of Harry the very moment he first opened his eyes was even happening in the first place, but well, Louis’ head, heart and omega all seem to be at war.

Despite his better judgement, Louis found himself getting dressed and heading out the door. No breakfast, no greeting his mother, nothing else seemed more important than his inner desire to make sure Harry was ok. He drove the short distance to Harry’s house, his stomach filled with concern, doubting whether this was silly, but what was silly exactly? The drive over to check on him? Or the fact that it’s Harry and how he currently feels things he hasn’t quite accepted just yet. When he arrived and stood at the front door, he hesitated for a moment before letting himself in. The house was quiet, but Louis could hear a faint noise coming from the direction of the kitchen.

That’s when he saw Brad, standing in the kitchen wrapped in nothing but a dressing gown.

Louis felt his stomach drop as he studied his reaction. He knew in that moment that he shouldn’t be there, that he was now intruding on something that he wasn’t sure he wanted confirmation for. He wanted to turn and run, to get out of there as fast as he could, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t look away from Brad’s disgruntled glare. Louis gently nods his head to himself in agreement that yes, he had made a mistake by coming here, but the omega in Louis, or so he will claim, needs answers.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Louis splurts out of no-where.

Brad smirks upon seeing the shocked expression on Louis face and pours the water into the mug marked with a H.

“Oh yeah, I forgot you didn’t know, I live here now, petal.”

The mockery in the use of the pet name makes Louis’ skin crawl. He is a matter of seconds away from returning an insult when Harry and his impeccable timing enters the kitchen looking like he has been dragged through the depths of hell.

He looks at Louis and then to Brad and back to Louis again, all before Brad waves the mug at him.

“ Here darling, your coffee is ready just like you asked.“ He smirks at Louis whose eyes search around the room at nothing in particular, just desperate to look anywhere other than towards those two.

“I um, I just came to ask Liam about some stuff. Excuse me.”

But Harry can see right through the lie.

“ Lou, it’s not what you think, it’s nothing like what it looks like, I swear.“ He says it in a lower tone as Louis presses past, but Louis totally ignores it.

“ The fuck?“ Harry throws his hands up into the air in frustration in Brad’s face. “ Why did you do that?“

“What? You think pretty boy really cares about you Harry, news flash, he doesn’t! But guess who does? Me Harry, I care, I want you, unlike him! Enjoy your fucking coffee, you’re welcome!”

Brad pushes past Harry in a huff with Harry staying put, trying to fathom how fucked up all this is. He leans back against the kitchen bench and wonders why it was,  Louis was really there. Things with Louis are always starting to feel like it’s one step forward, two steps back all the time. He hears heels clicking against the floor as he looks towards the kitchen door.

“ Ooh hello there love, didn’t expect to see you up so early. How are you feeling this morning? I just saw Louis out in the carpark, didn’t get a chance to say hello but he did look rather upset, is he alright?“

Harry runs his hands down over his face.

“ Morning mother.“

🐺

Louis can not for the life of him think straight. The jealousy he is currently experiencing, the bitterness, anger, resentment, none of it makes any sense, whatsoever.

Friends, that’s all he wants. Friends with Harry. Harry, his best friend. Friends.

No matter how many times or however he tried justifying it in his head, and even out loud as he cursed at the traffic, none of it is sounding convincing. All he can think about on the drive home is Brad, fucking Brad standing there looking so damn ‘at home’ in Harry’s kitchen. Speaking of home, Louis was having a hard time trying to put together why the fuck Brad was living there anyway.

Louis pushes open the front door to his family home too harshly resulting in the door handle hitting the wall causing a loud bang.

“ For fuck saaaakkkkess“ he yells out, not giving no cares as to who might hear him. Luckily for him though, no-one has heard anything. He inspects the damage he has caused and automatically begins to think of ways he can fix it. Problem is, nothing is coming to mind. He is still reeling from Brad, so he shoves it to the back of his thoughts, and tells himself he will fix it later.

Entering the lounge room, he discards the new found jumper over onto the bedside table. Yep, you guessed it, it’s Harry’s.

Upon storming out of the kitchen after the whole awkward ordeal, his mind was in overdrive with the outburst of anger taking over. Striding past the lounge room, he didn’t even think twice about it before reaching out and swiping up Harry’s jumper that was laying over the back of the lounge.

Congrats Louis, you can now add professional thief to your resume.

He stands there and just looks at it. Not once, not twice, not even three times. He just stands there staring at it continuously.

Brad Brad Brad Brad Brad Brad Brad Brad Brad Brad Brad Brad Brad Brad

Louis’ face is red with anger, his eyes are narrowed into slits. His fists are clenched, with his jaw set in a hard line. He’s seething with rage as he storms over to pick up the jumper, his movements are jerky and tense. He sniffs the jumper, checking for Brad’s scent, and when he doesn’t find it, he lets out a massive sigh of relief. The tension in his body starts to dissipate, and his fists slowly unclench. Louis’ face softens as he takes a deep breath, his shoulders now falling down to relax. The anger that had been consuming him just moments ago is replaced with a sense of calm.

The target of his anger was now no longer a threat, or was he?

🐺

“Louis, Louis, come on wake up, LOUIS!”

As it always seems to go, something, or in this case someone, always interferes when you are having a good dream. He only opens one eye as he begins to roll over, lifting his leg down from where it was hung up and over the top of the lounge.

“Oh my god, what are you doing here?”

Flinging the blanket off himself he sits up to fully study Liam who is standing in his living room.

“ Good morning pumpkin, rise and shine!“

Liam is in good spirits as he bares his teeth in an over exerted smile, but happiness looks good on Li, so he stands up to stretch, quickly reaching over to grab one of his jumpers.

“I don’t even care if you have plans today, if you do, then scrap them, because you, my friend, are coming with me on a picnic.”

A brown woven picnic basket magically appears from behind his back, and he can already smell fresh croissants and sandwiches.

“ Jesus Liam, don’t you think it’s a little early for lunch?“

Liam swings around and points to the clock on the wall.

“ Ummm.“ He staggers as he clears his throat.

“ What!?!? No way is it already 12.18pm!“

Liam laughs as he watches Louis begin bouncing back and forth on his toes.

“ What are you doing?’

Louis just smiles as he clings his hands to his groin.

“I gotta pee so bad.”

“ Oh my gosh, go.“

Upon arriving back into the lounge room, Louis notices that Liam is already munching on something from out of the bag.

“ You miss breakfast or something?“ Louis jokes as Liam stops chewing while he swallows abruptly.

“ Ah, yeah. Kind of got into an argument with Zayn, but I decided that today is BE HAPPY and don’t let anyone ruin my mood day.“

Louis sits down while he slowly ties up his sneakers, still yawning from being woken.

“Why are you yawning, wish I could sleep in this long.”

Reaching over Louis unplugs his phone before turning to face him.

“ No, you have completely misread this scene. I was awake most of the night. I only must have drifted off at like 5.30am or so.“

“ You’re still not sleeping properly, I thought you conquered that?“

“ I mean I was, and then I wasn’t. It’s all over the place. Anyway back to this picnic idea of yours.“

Liam immediately took charge, insisting that they go out for the day. Louis was hesitant at first, but Liam’s enthusiasm was infectious, and he found himself agreeing to the plan without much reluctance. They spent the day happily eating baskets of fruits and bakery items at a little park not far from Louis’ mum’s house. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Louis felt a sense of calmness around Liam and he couldn’t have been more grateful for this outing.

As they finished their picnic, Liam suggested that they head back to his house to play some Fifa. Louis thought long and hard about it before eventually succumbing to a ‘Yes’. He wanted to have fun, to forget about all of his problems, even if it was just for a little while.

As they arrived at Liam’s house, Louis felt high strung as he found himself constantly searching the area for Harry. He knew that he was taking a risk, that he was putting himself in an awkward situation by just being there, but he didn’t care. He was determined to have fun today, to enjoy himself, no matter what.

They spent the next few hours playing Fifa, laughing and joking as they battled it out on the screen. Louis felt a sense of joy that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He wasn’t thinking about Harry, or the problems that he was facing. He was just having fun, it was amusing, and time with Liam always felt easy and somewhat carefree, he just never wants it to end.

He knew that he shouldn’t be asking this, that he was putting himself into a place of uncertainty and doubt, unfamiliar territory as such, but he couldn’t help himself, the curiosity was getting the better of him as he watched Liam stand up to stretch his legs.

Letting things go today and just concentrating on ‘self care’ was the plan, well that determination came to a high when Louis found himself asking Liam something he never in a million years would have expected.

“Would you, I mean, would it be ok if……” Louis lets out a small sigh, frustrated at himself for not being able to articulate what it is he was trying to render.

Noticing the rapid incline of anxiety, Liam quickly tries his best to make him more comfortable.

“ Hey relax, it’s just me, little ole Liam. Take a breath.“

Following the instruction, Louis does indeed suck in a deep breath and exhales slowly.

“ Li, please don’t laugh at me because-“

“I would never do that to you, over the last couple of months you have soon become one of my best friends, what’s up?”

Louis finds reassurance in that as he nibbles his lip nervously, followed by a slight nod.

“Alright, um, what’s it like, you know, wearing that type of stuff?”

Even though it feels foreign asking about this type of thing, he can still hear old Jack’s famous words loud and clear in his mind.

‘The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but building on the new.’

Liam looks down his body at the choice of clothes he had decided on today. He’s wearing some black tight stockings accompanied with some denim daisy duke shorts. The crop shirt he is wearing is oversized and it hangs nice and loosely off his shoulder.

“ Oh!“

Oh. The way Liam says it makes Louis feel insecure.

“ Forget it, that was stupid to ask anyway.“

Liam rushes over to sit next to him because holy shit, he was just surprised that Louis was addressing this side of his omega.

“ Shit, sorry I didn’t mean for it to sound negatively, you just shocked me, that’s all.“

Louis looks down at his lap as he continues to speak.

“Do you know how weird this all feels for me? I used to drool over women in these types of clothes and now.” Louis stops to look at Liam.

“I still think like an alpha, I still speak like an alpha, I still dress like an alpha but i’m not an alpha anymore Li.”

Louis is on the verge of crying, and truth be told Liam is too, because fucking hell he has no words as to how to console him because he has no idea what he would have done in Louis’ shoes.

“Oh sweetheart.”

Liam hugs him, hugs him tightly with everything he’s got.

“I can feel myself changing on the inside Liam. I need to allow it, my omega hurts sometimes Li, and I dunno if I can fix it. My head screams ALPHA but my body and secondary gender scream OMEGA, how do I let go of who I used to be, without losing……me?”

Louis sobs quietly into the arms of his friend, while Liam strokes the back of his head.

“Jesus Louis, god my heart breaks for you. Hey, look at me.”

Liam wipes the tears away from Louis’ cheeks.

“How would you like to maybe take one small step, hmm? You are more than welcome to have a look through my closet. Try something on if you like. See how it makes you feel, see if you feel any different. There is no hurry with adhering to your omega Louis, you just need to find that medium where you feel most content. Find out what it is that will be your happy space. There is no rule book that states you must dress in this or that way, in order to be an omega Louis. Don’t rush yourself.”

Liam wasn’t expecting much more of a reply and was happy with the ‘Ok’ that he received. When Louis stands up, Liam initially thinks he is going to leave.

Louis walks over to the closet and flicks through some hangers. He runs his hand across the material. It’s a strange sensation for Louis when he pulls off a skirt and top. Liam smiles at him when Louis begins to undress. Allowing him some privacy Liam turns around and scrolls his phone. Enough time has passed and yet Liam hasn’t heard a word from Louis. He doesn’t turn around yet though, not a hundred percent sure if Louis was presentable.

“ You alright?“ Liam asks hesitantly.

With no reply, Liam becomes worried as he spins around desperate to check on him.

’ Holy shit’ Liam thinks to himself as he walks up behind Louis who is standing there watching him in the mirror reflection as he approaches.

“ It looks silly doesn’t it?“

Liam is flabbergasted because Louis looks absolutely amazing.

“ I mean, silly is not the word I would have used. If your intention was to eliminate every Alpha in Holmes Chapel, then you would clearly succeed in your mission, you look fucking stunning.“

Louis smiles at Liam’s remark but it soon fades as he doesn’t get a chance to reply, because he is stripping off the clothes at record speed as voices are heard just outside the door.

Liam jumps to shield him just as the door opens. It’s ok though because Louis had made the change just in time. He adjusts his shirt as he watches Zayn and Oli walk through. Zayn looks peeved as Oli places all the boxes of paperwork down onto the floor near the ensuite.

“ Hi and Bye guys, I’ve got somewhere to be.“

Liam follows Louis over towards the door where he gives him a cuddle. He said goodbye to Liam feeling a sense of sadness as he walked away. Today had been so empowering to him with so many laughs and smiles. All the emotions he had felt at this house yesterday was already starting to creep back in.

“Thank you so much for today, call me ok.”

Louis knew that he had to go home now or did he?

It’s nearing 4pm and to be completely honest going home does not sound appealing as he has enjoyed the outing today, and isn’t ready for it to end just yet. His mind is still actively stuck somewhere else and he finds himself walking off down the driveway to a house very close by, knocking on someone’s door.

“ Oh my god, hey Louis! Come in, come in! “

The warm greeting is welcoming as he flicks a smile. Although his appearance seems calm and collected, it couldn’t be any further from how he is feeling on the inside, because he is really nervous. However, he knows that this person will help him no matter what.

“ Hi Sophie, do you maybe want to go clothes shopping with me?

🐺

Louis sat at the dinner table with his family, enjoying a warm meal and even warmer conversation. They all seemed relaxed as they sat together around the table discussing their day and sharing stories. Suddenly, a loud knock at the door echoed through the house. Jay quickly rose to her feet to go and answer it.

As she opened the door, she was surprised to see Harry standing there. Jay’s face lit up in a smile and welcomed Harry inside. The two made their way down the hallway into the kitchen, where Louis and his other siblings were gathered. Harry’s eyes darted around the room nervously as he took in the scene before him.

The kitchen was cozy and homey with warm lighting casting a soft glow. The smell of home-cooked food filled the air, making Harry’s mouth water as he hadn’t eaten all day. Louis’ mother sat at the head of the table, her kind eyes shining as she watched Harry with a knowing smile.

The rest of the family stared at Harry, their eyes curious and unblinking. The silence was deafening as Harry shifted nervously, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second. Finally, Louis broke the silence with a forced but relaxed smile.

“ What can we do for you, Harry?“

Harry gulped as all eyes stayed peeled on him.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise you were all eating dinner. I can come back another time.”

Louis sets down his fork and deviates his eyes between his mother and Harry, unsure of what to say.

“ Well you are here already, so you might as well inform us on the reason for your visit.“ Louis says a little firmly.

Harry awkwardly responds much quieter, and Lotti almost laughs because she has never seen their pack leader behave this way, or any alpha for that matter.

“ Can we um, talk in private please?“

Jay looks around the table at the girls.

“ Lets give these two some space and -“

“ No mum, it is ok. You guys continue to eat, Harry and I can go into the lounge room.“

Louis wastes no time leading the way. It’s not like Harry doesn’t already know where to go, but the whole thing feels so formal.

Harry stops in his place once he reaches the lounge, looking around curiously at the surroundings as soon as Louis had hit the light switch. Clothes everywhere, cords everywhere, yep, it wasn’t too hard for anyone to work out this was Louis room. Although Harry was already aware, he played along anyway.

“ Is this your room?“

Harry didn’t mean for the words to come out so pessimistic but they did.

“Well yeah, not many rooms here in this house, but I didn’t really have a choice, did I?”

Fucking hell. The last thing Harry wanted was for this visit to go south. The intention this evening was to patch things up and explain. He opts to quickly and successfully change the topic.

“Lou, I’m sorry for just popping over like this. I didn’t feel like a single text would be sufficient. I really didn’t want any more miscommunication between us.”

Louis recognises straight away where this conversation was headed.

“Look Harry, I’m sorry for leaving the way I did, but you don’t need to explain. Who you sleep with is totally none of my business.”

Shit. Ok, well Harry wasn’t expecting to jump in this deep so fast, but he is determined to set the record straight.

“That is what I’m talking about, I’m not sleeping with him. I really need you to understand that.”

“Again… not my business.” Louis reaffirms.

The tone in Louis’ voice does nothing but indicate that yes, Louis is still annoyed by it all.

“ I don’t know how else to prove to you that i’m not lying, alright. I don’t like Brad that way, and I most certainly am not taking him to bed. The other morning he had knocked on my door asking to see me. He saw I was hung over and offered to make me a coffee. He was shivering and asked for a lend of my gown. That was it.“

Immediately Louis is annoyed at himself, because he hadn’t picked up on that little detail.

“ Harry, it’s fine seriously, you don’t need to explain, it’s just that Brad really fucking annoys me, you know that. I still think he is a prick.“

Harry slightly laughs, but manages to keep it contained, for reasons he wishes to keep to himself.

“Yeah he can be sometimes, but….um, you know what, I really don’t want to talk about him anymore. I’ve been meaning to ask you something and please if you don’t feel comfortable I totally understand. It’s just, I really enjoyed our run the other night and, Look what i’m asking is”

Harry nervously fidgets with his hands, he can’t believe how pathetic he must look. Well he feels that way at least. In his entire life as an alpha, he has never felt so vulnerable, so soft, so unmanly. He looks down at his hands to where his palms are sweaty, he gulps as he works up the courage to ask Louis for a movie night.

“ Grease?“

Although Louis is listening, he is too busy trying to gently slide Harry’s jumper under the lounge with his foot while trying to remain discreet about it.

“ Huh?“

“ The movie, you wanna hang out tomorrow night and watch some classics?“

Louis’ eyes widen as he hears the request, and he quickly asks if the other boys are free.

“ Have the others all agreed?“

Harry’s heart sinks as he realizes that Louis has misunderstood his intentions. He takes a deep breath and explains that he wants a night with just the two of them.

“ Well um, no, they didn’t agree because I never asked, I was kind of hoping it would just be the two of us.“

Louis’ brow furrows as he thinks it over, and Harry can see the wheels turning in his head.

“ Please, Lou.“

“Just friends?” Louis asks tentatively, and Harry nods emphatically. Relief floods through him as Louis agrees, and Harry can’t help but smile as he realizes that they’ll have the night to themselves.

🐺

Louis has spent the last hour trying on every piece of clothes he owns. The hour before that, was spent in the shower and grooming himself. He finally thinks he has mastered the perfect outfit when Lotti comes waltzing into the Lounge.

“Ooh don’t you look nice and pretty when you actually try to be. Where are you going? A wedding or something?”

He looks amazing in an extremely tight pair of light denim jeans, the tightest he has ever worn. They are clutching firmly around all the right areas, and his light blue button up really makes his eyes stand out. Lotti sniggers when Louis re-checks his hair once more.

“What?” He asks her again and he isn’t just trying to deflect the question he literally didn’t hear her, too caught up in the mirror.

“ Where are you going looking like that, you look amazing Louis, you are glowing.“

It makes him smile and Lotti keeps to herself how nice he smells.

The sweet scent of floral flowers was mixed with lavender and honey. The fragrance was intoxicating, filling every inch of the room with its heady aroma. It was as if a field of wildflowers had been brought indoors, their petals unfurling to release their sweet nectar. The scent was so powerful that it seemed to have a life of its own, wrapping around everything in the room like a warm embrace. It was impossible not to be captivated by its beauty, even his own sister had trouble breathing it in, it was as if the very essence of spring had been distilled into a single, perfect scent. The fragrance was both delicate and bold, a symphony of smells that danced in the air like a beautiful melody.

“ Movie night with Harry.“

Lotti shouldn’t have taken a sip of her water at that given moment, because she almost splurts it out everywhere.

“ Harry. What? Like alone or?“

“ Me and Harry. It’s not a big deal Lotti, it’s just Harry, it’s not like a date or anything.“

Finding it too hard to not argue back, Lotti gets over excited.

“You are kind of like way too paranoid and excited for this night with ‘Just Harry’ she says in quotation marks.

“Lotti, c’mon, this is like our first night back just relaxing with each other properly……..I’ve missed him.”

He mumbles that last part, and Lotti is drawn to the way Louis softens, the scared and anxious trembles causing Louis to take deep breaths as he stares at himself in the mirror.

“You look fantastic brother. Stop stressing and leave that alone will you.”

Louis keeps readjusting the collar around his neck, so Lotti leans forward to straighten it.

“There, now go, and for the record, I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.”

“Reminder Lotts, it’s not a date it’s-”

“Just Harry, I got it.” She laughs.

A loud horn is heard outside as Lotti’s jaw falls open.

“ He’s picking you up?!?! Oh yeah that’s definitely a -“

“ No it is not, I had no petrol, I asked him to come here, he didn’t offer.“

“ Whatever you wanna tell yourself brother.“

Louis’ heart is beating fast and although he is confident that he and Harry can resort back into their friendship, at the same time, he is secretly scared that this whole ordeal tonight, might all just turn to shit.

🐺

The entire drive over was easier and less awkward as they both had anticipated. They talked, laughed and even sang along to the music.

It felt obvious to Louis that the movie was going to happen up in Harry’s room just like they used to do it, but as he began to stroll towards the staircase, Harry abruptly stopped him.

“ Oh um, I’ve already set everything up down here in the main living room, hope you don’t mind.“

Harry, just like Louis, had spent the majority of the day stressing out. There were two determining factors that made Harry decide on the living room.

First, he wanted Louis to feel comfortable and safe. He didn’t want it to appear like a ‘date’. Not being hidden away in his room kind of took off that pressure, that built up tension of what this night ‘wasn’t.’

Secondly, and some may call it selfish, others may call it being careful, Harry didn’t want Louis’ scent in his room, and that alone came with a couple of reasons, but at the present time, he is only willing to share one of those right now. He doesn’t know if he could handle the lingering scent and what it might do to him. Louis’ scent kind of scares Harry in a sense. He hasn’t experienced an aroma so powerful that affects him so deeply. If Louis was to enter his bedroom and lay on his bed to watch a movie, Harry couldn’t be certain he would still be alive afterwards.

Placed on the coffee table are plenty of drinks including water, orange juice, soda, champagne and beer. Harry had covered everything wanting to give Louis a variety of different options. Spread out nicely are packets of snacks, lots and lots of different snacks and Louis will not complain or detest any of those. He still finds it a little bit strange at how much of a sweet tooth he has become since turning into an omega. A large blanket is draped over the edge of the lounge, and last but certainly not least, the blinds have been pulled closed to secure the room dark, while a log wood fire is burning in the background illuminating the room beautifully emitting just enough light.

It’s very cosy, and dare he say it, rather intimate.

After several minutes of jokingly arguing over which movie to watch, they finally settle down in the lounge.

Louis wayyy over on one side, and Harry wayyy over the other side.

Sixty seconds was as long as it lasted with Louis breaking the ice.

“ H, this is weird, let’s just be normal yeah.“

Harry laughs as he agrees, while Louis tries to relax a bit by shuffling a little bit closer.

10 minutes into the movie, Oli barges in the front door running flat out like someone was chasing him. Noticing the pair, he laughs while he yells out an apology whilst continuing to run upstairs.

“ What the actual fuck?“ Harry says, making Louis laugh.

“ I swore he was going to run into that door frame.“

Again 10 minutes later, Liam comes through the front door clearly in a bad mood, slamming the door with such force making one of the windows shudder. Liam doesn’t look into the lounge room as he proceeds up stairs. Louis really wants to just go check on him, but doesn’t want to be rude to Harry either. They look at each other with concern because Liam was super mad.

5 minutes later, Zayn enters through the door in the same fashion as Liam had, opting to run up the stairs instead.

They both look at each other, because they have no clue as to what’s going on and can’t believe how many times they have been interrupted.

“ For fuck sakes.“ Harry mutters, before Louis replies.

“ Next time we just do things the usual way, in your room like we used to.“

“ Next time?“ Harry questions with a small smile.

Not realising he had just imposed another get together, Louis becomes fidgety.

“ Oh, um, I mean only if you wanted to, like -“

“ I can’t wait for next time. “ Harry intervenes, wanting to save Louis from any further embarrassment.

“My room, definitely my room, I can’t believe how many times we have been interrupted tonight.”

For the next 20 minutes, all is good and well. There were no more disruptions at all as they both happily watched the movie, but Harry does seem to look over at Louis more than he probably should.

Harry debates it in his head over and over and over again. He knows he shouldn’t, he knows it’s not appropriate, but he knows it also helps him. He watches cautiously out the corner of his eye as he begins to gently emit his pheromones out into the open air and when he sees Louis’ lip curl into a slight smirk he knows he made the right decision.

They end up bursting into a laugh about a scene in the movie where the two main characters were fighting over taking selfies, and it makes Harry think of all the fun times they too have taken pictures.

“ Oh my god Lou, look at the tv, I have that exact same photo on my phone from when you passed out drunk that time.“ Louis covers his mouth not believing it.

“No, you freaking don’t.”

“That is where you are mistaken, I literally do, look.”

Louis slides across the lounge as close as gravity will allow, while Harry searches through his phone gallery to locate the said picture.

“ Ah ha! See, what a night that was.“

The way Harry laughs makes Louis blush because yes, there on the screen was a picture of himself sleeping. Drunk as a fucking skunk with drool all over the pillow, laying in just his underwear. He laughs hard and hits Harry’s shoulder playfully.

“Why did you never show me this?”

Shrugging his shoulders Harry quickly loses his smile when he notices the words; ‘Knot head’ written in lipstick across Louis’ forehead. He is surprised it hasn’t upset Lou, or maybe he just hadn’t noticed. Not wanting to chance the night turning sour, he flicks to the next photo.

“ Aww Harry. I remember that day. We were so young“

The new picture on the screen was taken years ago and it warms both their hearts as they stare at it.

Breaking the silence, Louis snatches the phone out of Harry’s hand and begins scrolling.

“ What else are you gatekeeping in here, Harold?“

Harry is fucking scared.

He tries to grab the phone back, but it’s already too late, Louis has scrolled and landed on it. His heart is beating way too fast as he pays close attention to how Louis is going to react.

He has seen it.

However, Louis drops the phone fast down into his lap, and stares across the room into thin air.

“ Is that m- me?“ He stutters.

Harry is embarrassed because how does he explain this?

’ You know im in love with you and you are fucking gorgeous what did you expect, of course I took a picture of you in wolf form at Niall’s party.’

“ Oh, ah yeah sorry. I know I shouldn’t have taken that without your consent but…….look, I can delete it.“

The photo is not a close up and Louis really had to examine it closely to work out the figure.

Harry reaches for the phone, but Louis’ words make him pause to listen, because what the fuck?

“ I haven’t seen myself as an omega. I um……“

Harry is gobsmacked and saddened at the same time by the way Louis looks so lost.

“ I tried to look at my reflection once but I just, it scared me, you know?“

And Louis is confused as to why he has just informed Harry of that information, was it to make him feel guilty again?

No.

Talking to him about this felt needed, and unlike before, Louis is feeling more at ease and comfortable to discuss it.

“ Lou, I-“

“No, please don’t apologise. Enough of that. What is done is done, and I’ve accepted that. I can’t change what happened, and neither can you. Some of the most unique chapters we experience in life will not discover a title unless we are brave enough to embrace them.”

Harry smiles so sweetly at the quote Louis has recitied so confidently.

“ Yeah, I kind of had a sit down with old man Jack, can you tell?“

Harry laughs at that, because Old man Jack, even though he is full of wonderful ways to make you feel better with inspiring words and stories, Harry knows too well how much that man can talk your ears off.

“ Yeah, that did get mentioned to me.“

Louis scoffs playfully rolling his eyes.

“ Yeah, of course it did.“

Comfortable and feeling warmer now, Louis opts to stay in his current place, not returning to his former spot further down the lounge.

“ It’s so nice and warm in here.“

The change of subject is welcoming on both behalfs, and the two boys find themselves diverting away from the movie.

The room is dimly lit, and the only source of light comes from the flickering flames of the open fire. The smell of burning wood fills the air, adding to the cozy atmosphere. The warmth from the fire envelopes the boys, making them feel pleasant and snug. The soft crackle of the fire is the only sound that can be heard, creating a peaceful ambiance as they zone in on it, the movie being drowned out in the background. Their attention is drawn to the fire like a moth to a flame as they watch the blaze dance and flicker. It’s a perfect way to spend an early evening, according to them two in that moment, of course.

“ It is indeed “ Harry confirms.

Letting his eyes wander back to the movie it doesn’t take long for Louis to start dozing on and off and Harry is praying Louis leans over on him. He watches via his peripheral vision as Louis’ eyes begin to slowly flutter open and closed. It takes a mere couple of minutes until finally the inevitable happens.

Louis has fallen fast asleep.

Harry shuffles a little closer as Louis’ head falls to his shoulder. It is totally cliche on so many different levels, something you would read about in fanfiction, but Harry is eating it right up. He can fight against that little voice in his head saying ’ Just friends, just friends, it doesn’t mean anything’ that part is easy. However fighting against the feeling in his abdomen and the alpha within, might be somewhat harder to escape. He can argue with his conscience, but he can’t defeat those butterflies.

He is feeling a little lightheaded, he’s mind racing with thoughts of what could have been, what could be. It’s a feeling that’s hard to ignore, and it is both exhilarating and terrifying. He feels a mixture of feelings, kind of like he is on the edge of a cliff, ready to take a leap of faith, but at the same time, he feels like he is about to fall. It’s a rollercoaster of emotions that is leaving him feeling both thrilled and scared at the prospect of things that may or may never happen.

He gently lowers Louis’ head down into his lap after reaching over for the blanket to wrap up snuggly around Lou’s shoulder. There are so many reasons why he shouldn’t proceed, but he doesn’t care about any of them as he lifts his hand up slowly and with the utmost care, begins caressing his fingers through the top strands of Louis’ hair.

Harry’s alpha has never felt so content, so happy, so……. connected in the depths of their souls. For twenty eight minutes Harry sits as still as he can, and even though the credits are rolling on the tv, he remains in the same state of awe.

That is, until a tear spills down his cheek. No, because is this really happening?

The real world reveals itself like surprise gifts on our doorstep, special moments that seem far and beyond our normal reality. These times are often magical, and meaningful beyond words alone, even if they are semi wrapped with hidden pain.

Harry whips his head around fast when he hears footsteps. He already knew by the scent that it was Zayn. Bringing his index finger to his mouth, Harry indicates for Zayn to speak quietly.

“ My god, it’s so hot in here, Harry you are frying.“

Zayn makes the comment as he picks up on the perspiration forming across the top of Harry’s forehead.

Harry doesn’t say anything, still caught up in a state of disbelief.

“Let’s move him off, that way you can cool off a bit, I will grab his legs, and you can-”

Zayn surrenders his hands in the air as he carefully backs away. The low but possessive warning growl emitting from Harry is enough to make Zayn retreat immediately.

“ Whoah, H calm down, oh my god is that-?“

It is only now that Zayn has picked up on what Harry had discovered only minutes ago.

“ Yes.“

It’s all that Harry could respond with as he looks at Zayn with desperation, with a look of fading hope, his eyes pooling with tears. How can he possibly be just friends with this boy, how can he tell his alpha No, no you can’t have him.

Zayn exits the room to give Harry some space. Closing his eyes as he tilts his head back to rest against the lounge, he lets the sound flood his ears.

For the very first time….

Louis is purring.

🐺🐺🐺

Chapter 10- Round 2

’ The love you fight for, is the love that can mend bridges, heal scars, and open closed hearts. Love will always find a way through paths, where wolves fear to prey.’

🐺

Harry and Louis were sitting across from each other at the coffee table staring fiercely, while waiting for the other to make a move. Harry’s face was scrunched in concentration as he tried to come up with the perfect word, while Louis was grinning from ear to ear, clearly anticipating that he has already won the game. Harry only needed one more word to win, but Louis was pretty confident he couldn’t succeed after Harry showed him his last remaining scrabble letters.

Suddenly, Harry’s face lit up with excitement as he placed his tiles on the board. “RUDISTID! YES, I told you I never lose!”

Louis face palms at his idiocracy, because there is no way that word is authentic nor valid.

“ Well, hate to break it to ya buddy, but um, you have lost, that is not a real word.“

Harry is totally offended as he raises his eyebrows at Louis’ sheer disregard of his intelligence.

“It’s a legit word Lou, I swear!” he exclaimed, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

Louis burst out laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. “Harry, you’re making it up!” he chuckled, still laughing as he leaned his back to rest against the couch.

Harry’s smile faltered slightly as he tried to defend himself.

“No, it’s a genuine word! It’s a cone-shaped extinct mollusc, and if I’m correct, to which I am positive I am, it’s worth more than the 10 points that I needed!” He insisted, his eyes widening with excitement. He isn’t trying to boast, well, he kind of is, or maybe he is just attempting to show off.

The two of them continued to laugh and argue over the word, their body language relaxed and comfortable around each other once again, just like old times. They had spent every evening together for the past two weeks, and it was clear that they were both enjoying each other’s company immensely. So much so that Louis is beginning to spend more and more time back at Harry’s.

As the game went on, Harry found himself getting too comfortable with the idea of having Louis around him. It felt like they were in their own little world, and he was starting to realize that he didn’t want it to ever end, the word ‘Friends’ consistently slipping his mind.

What he had previously been scared of was now a thing of the past. Louis’ scent was everywhere. On his bed, his blanket, his pillow, and for some unknown reason on his jumpers. All Harry could ever smell was Louis wherever he turned, and even though he could die with just the blissful smell alone, it also scared him at how much he was starting to depend on it.

Harry and Louis were in the kitchen, apparently Louis needed something to eat to drown his sorrows from finally admitting defeat.

“ Put it back.“

Louis smirked, because he could see that it was the last piece of chocolate left in the fridge.

“ But I really like Wispa’s.“

Harry shook his head playfully, but he has been so thrilled at Louis’ exuberant energy this morning, he doesn’t really want to say no but, it’s his last one.

“ You know very well, they are my favourite and DON’T YOU DARE!“

Like the little devil Louis can sometimes play so well, he zoned out of whatever Harry was rambling about and began to peel back the wrapper.

“ TOMLINSON !!“

The sound of Louis’ laughter echoed off the walls. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and his lips were curved into a devious smile.

Louis felt a sudden urge to tease Harry, to see how far he could push him. So he brought the chocolate bar up to his lips, taking a slow, deliberate bite. He watched as Harry’s eyes followed the movement of his mouth, a look of longing in his eyes.

“You’re such a tease,” Harry said, his voice low and husky. “You know what that does to me.”

Louis just smirked, enjoying the way Harry’s eyes darkened. He took another bite of the chocolate, letting it melt on his tongue as he watched Harry’s reaction. Harry stepped closer to him, his body almost touching Louis’, and Louis could feel the heat radiating off him.

“You’re playing with fire,” Harry whispered, his breath hot on Louis’ neck.

They were both playing a dangerous game, but neither of them could resist the pull of their attraction.

Louis just chuckled, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through his veins. He knew he was pushing Harry’s buttons, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved the way Harry looked when he was all riled up, his eyes blazing with desire.

Harry smiled and Louis knew, in that moment he needed to run. Harry chased him around the kitchen island, up and back through the hallway and finally coming to a heed in the lounge room, where he stopped and bent over to clasp at his knees as he struggled to breathe.

“ Fucking hell, no Wispa is worth this amount of fitness and energy.“ Louis laughs, still tightly securing the bar in his hand. Louis’ head lowered to the ground, trying to regain some much needed air, the difference in stamina from alpha to omega not allowing him any advantages today.

The air was thick with their banter, and they both seemed to be having the time of their lives. Harry saw the opportunity and took it, snatching the chocolate bar and playfully holding it above his head and out of reach.

“ You big sly, alpha.“

Harry’s belly automatically erupted into butterflies at hearing that. He didn’t call him alpha in the way he wished for, but it was close enough in his eyes. Knowing he couldn’t reach, Louis wrapped his arms around Harry’s torso, and slammed forward tackling him to the floor, with both of them landing with a thud.

They tumbled across the ground, their limbs intertwined as they play-fought and flirted with each other.

“ If you let me have that chocolate Harry, I will replace it with something sweeter.“

Within microseconds, Harry flipped them over, wanting to show his dominance as he towered over Louis, holding him down.

“ Oh really? How so?“

They both stared at each other’s lips, their eyes filled with longing and desire. Harry, as per usual, would do anything to taste Louis’ lips once again. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it since the night Louis kissed him not long after he had turned. Louis however, is having a slight anxiety attack. He isn’t letting it show though, because his body is surely deceiving him.

He doesn’t want this? Or does he?

He has no clue what he wants.

All he can be certain on, is that his heart is racing as he gazes up at Harry, his breathing coming in short gasps. He was torn between wanting to kiss Harry, and not wanting to cross that friendship boundary that he himself had put into place. Harry’s expression was equally conflicted, his eyes dark with desire but his face etched with uncertainty.

Suddenly, Zayn’s voice cut through the air, interrupting the moment in full force. For once, Louis is semi happy to see him, because if Zayn hadn’t entered the room when he did, he is most certain he would have let Harry kiss him, and that would have ruined everything……… he thinks….. yes, yes it would have.

“ Well what do we have here huh, you two finally got your shit together I see. Do I send flowers, chocolates, a card full of congratulations?“

Zayn laughs as his eyes follow their every movements as Harry and Louis sprang apart, their faces flushed with embarrassment. They tried to act casual, but the tension between them was palpable. Harry became guarded and slightly annoyed by the fact that his friends always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Louis looked down at the ground, his cheeks still flushed with color. He tries not to laugh at the mention of chocolate as he looks to Harry, but going by his stern stance and poker face, It’s obvious that the moment had passed, but the memory of minutes ago lingered in the air, a reminder of the unspoken feelings that lay between them.

“It isn’t what it looks like.” Louis replies a little too forcefully, making Zayn smirk. “ Really?“ He questions as he lifts an eyebrow. “ Then why does your face look like a tomato, Harry is sporting a rock hard boner and the air reeks of -“

“Zayn, I promise you, if you don’t get the fuck out of here, im going to-”

Feeling like he has no other option, Louis pipes up to announce his departure, just wanting this whole encounter to quickly come to an end.

“I’m just going to go.”

It’s short, sharp and to the point. He rushes to grab his stuff and is out the door as fast as lightning.

Louis is left feeling like his brain is exploding, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind. What the fuck just happened? Would he have let that kiss happen? Would he have liked it? Why is he beginning to wish Zayn had other freaking things to do besides interfering. He frowns at that last thought while walking across the grass.

After always being there for each other as best friends, is Louis finally getting a clearer vision of that same love developing into something more and more each day? The smiles, the laughs, the looking at each other in ways that never used to exist. It’s all starting to reveal itself in a world of light for Louis, the love shared between them, whether that be of friendship or romantic, he is starting to see it all in a new perspective, the depths of happiness and a type of connection that was previously unknown to him, now becoming more apparent.

“ Tommo, it’s a beautiful day isn’t it?“

Liam is in such great spirits, which was great to see again. He and Zayn had still been bickering non stop, but all is well and good now as it seems.

“ Damn, it has been so quiet without you around lately, so peaceful actually.“ Louis jokes as gives a quick hug.

“ Nah, seriously though, where have you been these last few days?“

Liam looks at him puzzled.

“ Didn’t Harry tell you, Zayn was in rut, I did tell him to inform you.“

Louis thinks about it, and comes to the conclusion that no, Harry had not told him that, but he is quick to defend him on it, making Liam smirk.

“ Oh it’s ok, don’t give him any grief about it, he has been really busy with pack stuff, I know one of the elders have been giving him some grief about the development of the rut houses, and he has been so tired and-“

Liam, who has been holding back his tongue this entire time will not claim responsibility for what comes out of his mouth next.

“ Holy fucking shit, you two are fucking aren’t you?!?“

It isn’t a question per’se but Louis will not tolerate this absurd accusation.

“ EXCUSE ME LIAM!!! WE ARE NOT.“

The lads had been walking side by side along the front lawn, and now as Louis begins his self proclamation of deniability, Liam settles down to sit on the grass. When Louis finally finishes his little tirade about being ‘Just friends’ and how he just enjoys Harry’s company, Liam lets the words softly leave his lips.

“ Shit Lou, you really really like him now, don’t you.“

Even though Liam was speaking with such sincerity and calmness he was still expecting Louis to snap at him, but instead he gets the opposite as Louis goes quiet. The silence is deafening as Liam is almost ready to apologise just as Louis speaks first.

“ It’s wrong isn’t it?“

Liam has no clue as to what he is referring to, but is blown away entirely that he isn’t denying it.

“ What is?“

Louis turns to face him front on, his normal smile that had returned these last couple of weeks, now gone and replaced with a look of uncertainty and despair.

“After what he has done to me, after lying and keeping stuff from me, how could I start feeling this way Li? He makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside and I don’t know if that’s ok. It seems wrong and ………. Why were you so happy anyway?”

Liam sadly smiles at him.

“ Don’t do that Lou, don’t change the subject. It’s ok to be confused about it all, and it’s certainly ok to feel things towards him you probably once never expected. You guys seem so happy at the moment, it’s been really amazing to watch you two laugh again. Just take it day by day, and see where it leads you, alright.“

Louis hugs him and then pulls out his phone from his pocket. He sends a text message just to check if Harry is ok after the way he had rushed out before. He only gets a simple

‘I’m on my way to a meeting, back soon’ response.

This makes him decide to wait around a bit longer.

“So, Zayn was in rut, and you were all smiles and googly-eyed just then. You two kissed and made up by the sounds of things.”

Liam lays down fully onto his back, and looks up at the clear sky as he wraps his arms around the back of his head creating a “pillow.”

“We did and we talked properly Louis, we had the best discussion about our future and oh god, I love that stubborn alpha so much it pains me sometimes.”

Louis laughs at that, even though he really feels a ping of jealousy.

“ So its baby making time then?“ Louis jokes, knowing that’s what Liam had wanted and was clearly happy about, but unfortunately he had been mistaken.

“Erm no, um, we discussed it, and have agreed to wait another year. I still wish it was sooner but, whatever happens, happens for a reason.”

“ Shit, I’m so sorry.“

Liam smiles as he looks back towards the sky.

“ Don’t be. You know I hate waiting for things, but waiting for Zayn, I’d wait for him forever.“

There’s something in those words that makes Louis fumble for his phone, to make note of the time.

Wait.

Good things come to those who wait, or so they say. So Louis does just that. He keeps busy until he finally texts Harry two hours later asking if he was near being done for the day. He receives a text that just says ‘No.’ He wastes another hour in the yard before trying one last time. The afternoon breeze is turning cooler and he hasn’t seen or heard from Harry at all. He decides to just call it a day and go home instead.

To Harry: “ I’m going home.“

From Harry: “Ok.”

Louis lets out a loud sigh, because was Harry avoiding him? The stupid near kiss was to blame, right? What Louis can’t piece together or make any sense of is the reasoning behind it, because didn’t Harry already confess he wanted him.

Louis is utterly confused.

🐺

Louis had just finished his early dinner and was now lounging on the couch, engrossed in an animal documentary on Netflix. The sun had set, casting the room in a warm, orange glow, and the only sound was the narrator’s voice, describing the gruesome details of a predator’s brutal capture.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed, and Louis jumped, a little startled. He picked up the phone to view the message from Harry, he was asking where he was and if he was going to be much longer.

Louis frowned but felt a tad guilty. He replied saying that he had assumed their nightly movie was off due to Harry being extremely busy today. But before he could put down the phone, it rang, and Harry’s voice boomed through the speaker, telling him to come over straight away. Louis was dumbfounded when he hung up. He can’t fathom why he immediately wants to be obedient and walk out the door. He doesn’t at first. He sat there for a few seconds, staring at the phone in his hand, before finally getting up and heading to the shower. There was no way he was going to head over there in his current outfit. Before he leaves for the bathroom he goes through his clothes searching for a nice top and jeans. His hands fall to his sides as he stops looking when his eyes land on something.

‘Nope, that’s fucking stupid, what the hell are you doing Louis??? PUT THEM BACK.’

Sometimes, reasoning with yourself doesn’t always work in your own favour, as Louis picks up the lace panties he brought while out with Sophie. He hasn’t worn them yet, but he is eager to see how they feel. He has no intention for Harry to see them of course, that is not the goal here. He kind of wants to feel sexy within himself for the night, maybe give himself a tiny boost of confidence.

Fuck it, he says, nervous with his decision, but also somewhat excited. Finally dressed and ready to embrace whatever the night has in store for him, he walks out of his mothers house, a small grin cemented into his face.

🐺

It’s 9:10pm by the time he arrives at Harry’s. He wasn’t expecting tonight’s movie and as he walks through the front door he kind of feels it’s too late. This is normally the time he leaves to go home to bed. The house is dark and quiet as he makes his way to Harry’s door. Knocking first, he awaits Harry’s welcome before he enters.

“ Jesus Lou, where is your jacket it’s freezing tonight.“

Louis looks down at his torso at the shirt he was wearing.

“ Oh, I’m not cold, I just had a hot shower, still feeling the onset of that I think. What are we watching?“

Harry is already sitting in the bed, his back against the headboard, his jaw chomping away, presumably on the bowl of popcorn he had resting in his lap.

“ The wizard of Oz.“

During the last few visits, Louis would have already hopped onto the bed and made himself comfortable by now, but tonight the atmosphere is different.

It’s a little awkward at first, until Harry pats the bed beside him. They haven’t really spoken since they nearly kissed this morning, and Louis has no clue whether it’s a good idea to bring it up or not. Harry reaches out and hands the bowl over to Louis, yawning in the process.

“ I’m so spent, today was hectic and-“

“ Oh, ok, I can go home if you want an early night.“

Harry almost growls at hearing that, he doesn’t, but Louis got the picture loud and clear by the way he tensed and frowned, the soft but possessive rumbling in his chest making Louis realise that things with Harry are slowly but definitely changing. It should scare him, heck, it should terrify him, but just like destiny has planned all along, Louis finds himself feeling content and mushy on the inside.

“ No. What are you talking about, I asked you here remember. I’m sorry if I seemed distant today, I just, can we just-“

Harry lifts the blanket indicating for Louis to climb in, to which he finds himself obeying instantly. Louis has felt comfortable and relaxed around Harry for a couple of weeks now, but tonight he finds himself feeling a little on edge. Is it because of their close encounter this morning? The answer to that, he isn’t too sure of.

Harry’s eyes are glued to the tv, when out of nowhere, he gives Louis a mini meltdown, because he has no idea how to react to Harry’s request.

“ Lou, do you mind if, I mean, look I’m a little worked up from today’s meetings, is there any chance I could, you know.“

Yes, Louis does know exactly what it is he is seeking. It isn’t the first time he has asked this week, but Louis certainly wasn’t expecting this to be a regular thing, with that being said, he also doesn’t mind it, because somehow it settles him down as well.

“ Um, sure.“

Louis shuffles closer to Harry, smiling nervously as they sit thigh to thigh. Louis bends his neck away in the opposite direction exposing his glands.

Harry shamelessly leans in, inhaling his scent deeply. Harry lingers his face closer and for longer than he needs to while he dwells in the intimacy. He falls back and Louis watches on at how Harry’s shoulders slowly fall downwards, the tension in his body melting away. The lines etched on his forehead smoothed out, as his breathing became deeper and more even. The corners of Harry’s mouth turned up slightly as he let out a contented sigh. Louis felt a sense of relief wash over him as he watched his friend finally let go of the stress he had been carrying. The way Harry’s body relaxed was like watching a flower bloom, each petal unfurling and reaching towards the sun. It was as if a weight had been lifted for Harry, and Louis felt grateful to have witnessed such a peaceful moment and to think he was solely responsible for it…..made Louis secretly smile.

Harry stared at the screen and if Louis hadn’t known any better, he would have assumed Harry was stoned. On the contrary he sort of is. He is high as fuck on Louis’ scent.

Maybe it’s because the weather is colder tonight, or maybe it’s got something to do with how tired they were. Who can really tell. Even Louis is surprised by his own actions as he doesn’t think twice about cuddling in. He lowers his head to Harry’s shoulder and pulls the blanket up. Whatever it is, or what was happening, Louis hadn’t felt this cuddly in ages. He feels Harry’s hand come around his back to gently stroke his shoulder to keep him warm.

“Stay.”

Louis’ heartrate inclines at the thought, but only for a second before he answers. These last two weeks had been amazing, carefree and normal. He felt safe with Harry and tonight, he felt warm and tired. Up until now, Louis had always resisted the urge to sleep there, and never had Harry asked him to stay. He always retreated back to his own house, with Harry always insisting on accompanying him on the journey home.

“Ok.” He mutters, followed by a moment of silence. “ Just friends, right Harry?“ He asks sheepishly.

Harry gently squeezes his arm a little for reassurance.

“ Just friends, Lou.“

With that little white lie, at this point, there is no telling who is trying to convince who.

Louis inhales deeply, he too letting his eyes fall shut at the same time as he hears Harry switch the tv off via the remote, the idea of a movie thrown out the window as he shuffles them both down, and before either of them could argue with their own thoughts and worries, they have both already hit dreamland.

If Harry wasn’t so caught up this evening in having Louis beside him and paid a bit more attention, he wouldn’t have missed the impending signs.

🐺

Harry woke up early in the morning, feeling a little disoriented. He slowly opened his eyes to notice the sunlight streaming in through the curtains. He felt a little warm too, and as he shifted slightly, he realized why. Louis’ ankle was resting over his, while his own hand was wrapped around him and he could feel the heat radiating off him.

As much as Harry needed to use the bathroom, he couldn’t move. He was caught in a panic, inhaling deeply as he realized what he could smell. Louis smelled delicious, too freaking delicious, and Harry was suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of his body pressed up against him. He should have used this time to get up and out of there, but he was caught up in his own fear and anxiety.

Just then, Louis pushed back deeper onto him, causing Harry to hiss as Louis moaned softly.

No, no, no, this was not happening.

Harry could feel his heart racing, his body tensing up as he tried to control his breathing. He was petrified, but he couldn’t deny the way his body was responding to Louis’ touch, to Louis scent, to Louis’ need, to Louis’ everything.

The room was quiet, except for the soft sounds of their breathing, and the occasional rustling of the sheets. Harry could feel the warmth of Louis’ skin against his, and he could smell the sweet and delicate but powerful scent of his heat filtrating the room.

Fuck ! Louis being cuddly, Louis being hot last night, Louis’ scent being a little stronger, he should have fucking noticed he was beginning his heat.

He was caught in a moment of intense desire and fear, unable to move or speak. As Louis pushed back onto him again, Harry felt a surge of pleasure coursing through his body, immediately turning him hard. He wanted Louis, wanted him more than anything he had ever wanted before. But he was also afraid, afraid of what might happen if he gave into his desires.

The room was filled with uncertainty. Harry was caught in a moment of intense longing, as Louis moaned softly against him again.

’ Harry’ Louis moaned, so quiet and gentle. Harry subconsciously knew in this moment he would surrender everything in this lifetime to make this boy happy, to give him whatever he wanted, but not today, no he can’t give him this today. Louis is already letting his omega take over, he has no clue if Louis realises what he is saying.

He knew he should get up and leave, but he was paralyzed by his own desires, unable to resist the pull of Louis’ touch. Harry’s alpha was wasting no time reacting to Louis’ request as Harry bucks his hips a little against his ass, automatically making Louis push back harder. Harry feels the slick, it’s everywhere. Knowing it’s inappropriate by all means, he goes ahead anyway and with no shame uses his hand to slowly glide it through Louis’ ass cheeks, bringing the slick to his mouth where he closed his eyes as he licked the palm of his hand tasting all the exquisite delicacy that Louis was producing, sending Harry into an euphoric mess.

“ Please.“

Louis begged.

Harry was snapped out of whatever trance he was in when he heard his phone ringing. He jumped backwards clutching his hard on, resisting the alpha within, who was so desperately ready to destroy the omega.

“ HELP ME !“ Harry screamed into the phone when he saw Liam’s number on the screen.

Liam had called, as he too had smelt Louis from down the hall. In fact everyone had. Louis was becoming more potent by the second, and the moment Harry hung up, he jumped out of bed causing Louis to turn around.

“ Don’t leave me Harry, please.“

Harry wasn’t listening as he heard commotion outside the door. With how the lads had fallen asleep last night, the bedroom door had not been locked. Hearing a knock, Harry turns around as he stands at the edge of the bed and growls, which he doesn’t understand, because it’s only Liam. He can tell by his scent alone before even seeing him.

Liam opens the door and surrenders his hands in the air, but doesn’t move any closer. As an omega, seeing Harry this way scares him enough too.

“ Woah, Harry it’s just me.“

Harry knows he has nothing to worry about, but his alpha isn’t on the same page as he continues to emit a low warning growl. He hears Louis shuffle behind him and suddenly feels his fingers entwine with his own. Not taking his eyes off of Liam he feels Louis’ mouth press against his ear.

“ I’m so wet H, do you need a written invitation?“

Louis’ voice mimics that of the little devil that sits upon your shoulders, enticing him into temptation through things he knows he will regret.

But the alpha wins this time.

Harry loses restraint as he turns around pinning Louis to the bed, his arms held above his head. He can hear Liam shouting for Oli, the only beta in the house who could possibly help him. Harry ruts down causing friction, making Louis moan loudly.

“ Harrry, you don’t want to do this, remember!“ Liam shouts.

Harry ignores it and sits up towering over the omega as he begins to rip off his shirt. Liam knows this is bad, really bad and even though he was under strict instructions to keep quiet, he goes against his alpha and yells.

“ Remember what happened to Brad, Harry!“

And like some magical force, Harry retreats off the bed stumbling backwards onto the ground. Reaching for his shirt, Louis notices the panic and lunges forward to hug him.

To beg him.

“ No, stay, stay please, Harry please.“

Who knows exactly how he has pulled off the impossible, but Harry is still somehow in control of his alpha. It has been the hardest thing he has ever had to do as he pulls down Louis’ arms.

“ Friends, remember Lou. You don’t want this. I’m going to go, you will be ok, I promise you.“

“Harry, NO!”

Louis is beyond any control now, and he has no clue how desperate he sounds as he lunges forward clasping Harry’s dick through his pants. There’s no stopping Harry from panting as he lets Louis’ hand feel him up.

“ Lou, stop.“ Harry begs.

“ STOP IT“

The alpha command makes Louis freeze, but it also brings tears to his eyes. Harry tends to him quickly by hugging him tightly.

“ I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Lou, I’ve got to go, please forgive me.“

Harry lets go and rushes to the door.

“ Lock the windows and doors right now! “ he orders both Liam and Louis.

He looks back at Louis who he hasn’t seen this sad and lost since the night of the change.

Louis just watches as once again he feels entirely alone in this world. However, he does catch the way Harry sneakily mouths to him the word ‘Outside’

It’s only one word, but he understands it. Louis gives a slight nod acknowledging that he understood.

Harry knows he should change into his wolf and go for a run, disappear straight into the woods in order to get away as fast as he can. Yet here he is, sneaking around the balcony after telling Liam he was leaving. He inhales deeply as the strong aroma drifts freely throughout the air.

’ fuck’ he mutters to himself, as he clutches at his groin. He sighs loudly and reaches for the window.

’ Tap tap tap’

When the blind gets pulled aside, Harry is not too sure what he had expected to see, but it most definitely wasn’t Louis to be completely naked, and rock hard. Harry is going to really struggle not barging in there, but he knows this is best, as he concentrates on not looking anywhere but at his majestic blue eyes.

“ Harry“

Louis’ voice is soft and so sweet, so innocent like, and Harry is now regretting this decision as he watches Louis bring his palm to the window. Placing his own against his, Harry smiles with sorrow.

“I’m here, Lou. I’m not going anywhere.”

Unknown to the boys in this moment, their inner alpha and omega had just felt it. Deep in their core, the bond, the connection, the realization that yes, this was who they wanted to spend their life with, bond with, who they belonged to.

Harry wanted to do the right thing and give some sort of privacy. Their heads laid forehead to forehead through the glass, before he turned around and slid downwards to relax his back against the window. He looked around and made sure there was no one off in the distance and making sure there was no possibility or risk of being seen.

‘Oh. Ooh. Oooh fuck. Mmmm’

Harry covers his ears as he emits off his pheromones. The window is closed obviously, but he is trying anyway, trying to give himself to Lou while hoping that he could magically by the sake of all things impossible, that he could relax himself in the process, of course, there is no chance of that happening. He hears Louis hit the window, making him jump and turn around.

He has his hand steadily against the window keeping his balance as his other hand jerks himself off at an impeccable speed. Harry can hear his panting as Louis tugs faster, and Harry is rather surprised at how well he is behaving, how he is yet to look downwards, but that quickly falters when Louis begins to shake a little on his legs, his stomach tightening as he ascends into his high. Harry’s biting his lips so badly he can taste blood, a lot of blood. He can’t refute it any longer as his eyes fail him by falling down, just in time to witness the first of many ejaculations to come. Louis smears the window, white traces of cum sliding down the glass as Louis’ fingers move effortlessly around his tip milking every last drop.

Harry diverts his eyes back to Louis. His face is red, sweat covering his forehead and all Harry can think about is whether this glass is thick enough to keep him out, because as it stands, all he wants to do right now is cuddle him, give him some water, and provide comfort. Harry turns back around.

There are a million different thoughts moving around inside his brain. How all of this feels so wrong, but at the same time it doesn’t, how he knows this is overstepping their boundaries, but at the same time they aren’t. Suppressants, he was sure Louis was starting them, so why hadn’t they worked? How painful his own cock was at being tightly locked away in his pants still.

’ Oh Harry, touch me please, I need you. Fill me up Harry.’

Nope, he can’t give in, he can’t turn around. Luckily or not so luckily, whichever way you look at it, he gets distracted by a voice off in the distance.

“ Hi Mister Harry. What are you doing up there?“

Fucking hell! It’s Matty.

“ Hey Matty. Um, you should go play back at your house, it’s going to rain soon.“

Matty looks up at the clear sky and ponders.

“ But-“

“ See you later, Matty! Your mama is calling you.“

Harry is freaking the fuck out now. He knew this was a dangerous game, but as he turns around to look back through the window, there is something more explicit happening that sends him skyrocketing. Louis is at the end of the bed mounted on Harry’s jumper that has been rolled into a ball as he dry rode it, slick being embedded into the jumper as it leaked everywhere.

Something happened inside of Harry at seeing that, and it was very clear now that Louis’ omega was well and truly on a mission to make Harry crumble. Louis stood up walking over to the window, jumper in hand. Knowing Harry was intently watching his every move, Louis brought the jumper to his face where he buried his nose.

“ Can you smell that Harry, how we mix so beautifully together.“

The side of Harry’s fist comes into contact with the window. It wasn’t done harshly, just firmly enough to display his sexual frustration. Louis’ boner is prominent and sits high towards his belly. He has never seen Louis naked this way, so bare, free and openly exposed. His whole body is golden, appearing to be soft and delicate. Seeing Louis for the first time like this, was never how he imagined.

He has been so good up until now. He takes a hold of himself before quickly loosening his zipper. He lets his cock spring free and strokes himself without hesitation. Louis watches and begins to touch himself as well in sync, grinding his length against the window trying to inch further towards him. Harry stares into his eyes, as Louis begins whining.

Louis smirks and walks away, while Harry continues to stroke himself faster and faster. He looks down at himself while hissing, the pain he is feeling is accumulating as he builds up the need to unload. He makes the mistake of looking at Louis who has returned.

No, oh fuck no! It’s game over.

Harry’s eyes trace down Louis’ back which is pressed against the window. His eyes stop when he lands on the red lace panties that fit perfectly around his firm perched ass. Louis looks over his shoulder and bites his lip. Harry has died and gone to heaven he is sure of it, no question about it.

How things are surely about to change, or are they?

Louis licks his lips and Harry masturbates harder, but nothing was more unexpected than the following words. The words and actions which were about to set off a serious chain of events. Louis smirks so seductively that Harry has saliva drooling out the side of his mouth.

Harry growls, and it’s the loudest type of growl he has ever produced, and yes there is no way he hasn’t been heard, because Louis should never have just said or did that.

“ Come get me…… Alpha.“

Mother fucker! Harry has heard the click.

Louis, has just unlocked the window.

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A/N

Oop- my bad, did I finish too early?

So who thinks Harry is strong enough to walk away? Or will Harry give in to temptation? I also think Harry needs some recognition here because any alpha would not have had that type of restraint. Kudos to you, Harold.

Side note, Louis’ omega is persistent and knows exactly what it wants. Dirty devil. 🤣

Chapter 11- Repercussion or reward?

A/N

Ok, so last chapter set off a bit of a debate in the comments and my Dms, which made it very difficult to decide which way to take this next chapter. Half of you are going to be happy and half won’t.

I’m sorry either way.

Please don’t send me hate.

Just trust my process. ❤️

Hope you enjoy, 😬

As always please leave comments along the way. I love seeing your feedback and reactions. X

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‘As the old saying goes, when one door closes, another door opens.What some people don’t take note of, is that we often find ourselves staring and regretfully focusing in on the closed door. So much so, that we are often blinded to acknowledge the door that has swung open that is baring many bright new opportunities.’

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Presenting as both head strong and soft hearted, is a combination that very few have struggled to master. Harry is one of those limited few who is about to experience just that.

Jay’s eyes are blazing with anger as she demands answers about the suppressants. Her voice is tense and loud as she directs her frustration towards Harry. Harry’s eyes widen in surprise as Jay’s voice echoes through the room. Louis’ face is flushed with embarrassment as he looks down at his feet, his teeth clenched in annoyance that his heat has become the pack’s gossip once again.

Harry is on the defensive as he raises his hands in protest, trying to explain that he did everything he could to help Louis. Without realising what it is he is doing, Louis finds himself gently hugging himself, trying to reach out and acquire that tiny bit of reassurance, or maybe he just felt like an idiot, a child who was being scorned openly on display. He withdraws from the conversation as he tries to make himself as small as possible, a failed effort to appear invisible. The room is filled with awkward silence as Jay’s voice trails off.

“Why haven’t they worked?” she asked, her voice rising with each word.

Louis shifted uncomfortably in his seat, as Liam, Zayn, Oli, and Old Man Jack all looked on in silence, unsure of what to say or do.

Harry’s eyes met Jay’s, and he could see the pain and frustration in her gaze. “I don’t know,” he said softly. “I wish I did, but I don’t.”

Jay’s anger faded slightly, replaced by a sense of helplessness.

“What are we supposed to do, Harry?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “ This is so dangerous, what a bloody mess.“

Liam spoke up, his voice gentle. “We’ll figure it out together, Louis, ‘’ he said. “We’ll find a way to help you and get answers, we promise.” Louis smiled, glad that Liam knew he needed to hear that, because after what had just gone down with his heat, he kind of has a sneaky feeling that he is about to lose Harry all over again. He doesn’t understand why he thinks that, embarrassment maybe?

Jay nodded, her eyes filling with tears. “Thank you,” she said softly. “ You have been such a great friend Liam.“

Harry kind of feels like it’s a silent dig at him, but he pretends to ignore it.

Louis shifted in his seat again, his discomfort growing. He wished he could melt into the floor, but he knew he had to stay. If he left or made a scene, he is sure his mother would scorn him.

The last few days have been hectic. One thing is for sure. Louis is no ordinary omega, not by a long shot. As previously confirmed, he doesn’t act like one, he doesn’t speak like one, he doesn’t obey like one and now, heats and suppressants are not working like normal either.

And two….. Louis has fallen in love. But the details of that forthcoming will just have to wait.

With Jay in a deep discussion with Jack, and the other boys quietly speaking among themselves, Harry keeps flicking his eyes over in Louis’ direction. Although Louis has not moved his gaze from the ground, he senses the worried stare as he finally looks up, and he can already tell what’s coming as anxiety instantly kicks in.

Harry’s heart was pounding in his chest as he approached him. He knew that they needed to talk about what had happened with proper details, but he was scared of how Louis was going to react. Louis has only been out of his heat for a total of approximately three hours , he is tired and hungry and just wants to shower and hit the hay. Harry moved closer, taking a deep breath.

“ Can we um, step outside for a chat?“

Louis looked at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of shame and nervousness. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said softly. “I need some space, Harry.” His words were rushed and Harry could smell the subdued fear.

His heart sank as he heard Louis’ response. He knew that this was going to happen. “Please,” he said softly. “I just want to talk about what happened. We can’t avoid it.”

Louis shook his head, his eyes downcast. “I can’t,” he said softly. “I’m not ready to fully talk about it yet.”

Harry felt a lump form in his throat as he realized that Louis wasn’t ready to face what had happened during his heat, what had happened between them. “Okay,” he said softly. “I understand. Just know that I’m here for you whenever you’re ready.”

Louis nodded, his eyes filling with tears. “Thank you,” he said softly. “I appreciate it. I’ve got to go.”

Harry smiled timidly, relieved that Louis wasn’t pushing him away completely. “Of course,” he said. “I’m always here for you, no matter what.”

Louis’s eyes filled with gratitude as he realized how much Harry did care for him. “I know,” he said softly. “And I appreciate it more than you realize.”

Harry felt a sense of relief wash over him. Even though they weren’t able to talk about what had happened, he knew that their friendship was strong enough to survive anything….. he hoped.

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Louis felt like he was suddenly back in a bad place. Five whole days, five days of being holed up in his room barely eating or sleeping. He was angry at himself for what had happened with Harry, disgusted that he had let himself get carried away like that. But most of all, he was sad. Sad that he had possibly hurt Harry, that he was probably already blaming himself, and sad that he was probably going to end up alone again. He switched off the tv and threw the remote onto the floor.

He was lying in “bed”, scrolling through his phone, specifically twitter where he had just seen a tweet from Brad. ’ Do the right thing! ’ He doesn’t have a clue what it’s about, but it angers him anyway.

The front door opens and closes. Relatively speaking, the omegas are being quiet and gentle but because of his own current attitude, Louis is pissed at how ’ Loud’ and ’ irritating’ it was. When he hears his sister laughing and chatting with one of her friends, completely oblivious to Louis’ mood, he couldn’t refrain from snapping at her, insistent on trying to demand that she keep the noise down.

“ For fuck sakes Lotti, for once will you tone down that horrid retched voice of yours! Do you ever think of others who may be trying to sleep?“

Lottie looked at him in surprise, hurt by his sudden outburst. “What’s your problem?” she asked, her voice rising. “ No need to be so rude and to be clear Louis it’s literally 8.45pm, no one in this house is trying to sleep, and most definitely not you.“

Jay, who had initiated her inner mother’s sixth sense, came into the room, sensing the tension. “What’s going on here?” she demanded, looking at Louis after hearing the uncalled for remarks.

He felt a surge of anger rise up inside him. “Nothing,” he muttered, turning away from them.

Jay wasn’t having it. “Don’t you dare speak to your sister like that,” she scolded him. “You’ve been moping around this house for days, and it’s starting to affect everyone else. You need to snap out of it. We get it, you are still going through some major changes and its hard, but you don’t get the right to disrespect others, my boy.”

Louis felt a wave of shame hit him. He knew that his mother was right, but he didn’t know how to break out of this cycle of self-pity and despair. He got up from the lounge and immediately reached for his shoes, hoping that a bit of exercise would clear his head. He pushed past his mother and Lotti who were still stood there awaiting their apology. The apology that was NOT coming, well not tonight at least.

He started running down the street until he hit the woods, his feet pounding against the dirt path. He didn’t know where he was going, he just needed to get away. After a while, he found himself standing in front of Harry’s house. He looked up at the familiar windows, feeling a pang of longing in his chest.

But he couldn’t bring himself to knock on the door. He was too scared of what might happen, of what Harry might say. So he turned around and walked over to the trees where he placed his phone and keys into the little tree trunk hole that he and Harry had been using since they were pups. He transformed down into wolf form and ran, he kept running pushing himself harder and harder until he was too exhausted to keep going. To some degree it felt liberating, but like usual, it felt weird with Harry not beside him.

As he lay on the ground, the omega gasped for breath, only then had he realized that he needed to face his fears. He needed to do this, he needed to talk to Harry, to apologize for what had happened, and to try to make things right before they both end back at square one. He didn’t know if it was too late, but he knew he had to try. What he didn’t know was that that moment was about to come a lot sooner than he had anticipated.

Louis’ fur was glistening in the moonlight that was peeking through the leaves. The scent of pine and the damp earth fills his nostrils. Suddenly, he catches Harry’s familiar aroma of coffee and chocolate, sending his heart racing. The sound of Harry’s powerful strides echoes through the trees, making Louis’ heart race even faster. His omega longs to run to Harry, but his own strong stance of embarrassment holds him back instead.

Louis finds solace by the water, where the gentle lapping of the waterfall droplets soothes his soul, even if it’s only temporarily. He sits there, his eyes fixed on the ripples in the water. Suddenly, Harry appears behind him, his presence sending shivers down Louis’ spine. Harry falls down beside him, their wolves instantly craving for some scenting. Louis’ heart races as he feels Harry’s warmth next to him as the alpha runs his nose all around him instinctively checking him all over to make sure he is ok. The alpha makes the bold decision to scent him anyway, even though it might make the tight tension worse.

It certainly wasn’t the worst decision he has made as the omega doesn’t move, more so, he leans into the alpha and begins cleaning his paw. They lay there just like that, for who knows how long. There is no running tonight, no talking or arguing, no missing the other, tonight it is just two lost souls, slowly discovering where their mate, heart, and entire being truly lies. The whole scene is intimate and close, too domestic for an alpha and omega who are not even dating, let alone mated. With neither moving, they both stare upwards to the sky where Louis falls into a deep state of tranquillity. He has always loved the stars too fondly to ever be fearful of the night, and Harry, well Harry threw wishes up into the magical infinitude of the night sky, hoping and praying that the stars would catch them.

As the temperature drops, the alpha nudges the omega closer protecting him from the cold. The alpha’s arms are wrapped tightly around the omega, and the omega can feel the alpha’s muscles flexing as he holds him close. The omega’s head is resting on the alpha’s chest, and he can hear the sound of his heartbeat, which is steady and strong. The alpha’s breath is warm against the omega’s neck, and Louis feels a shiver of pleasure run through his body. The alpha’s scent is masculine and a little earthy tonight as they cuddle under the moonlight and Louis feels himself becoming more and more relaxed as he breathes it in.

Despite the nerves they both feel about the conversation they need to have, they are both content to just stay in each other’s arms, enjoying the warmth and comfort. Their wolves are showing authoritative controlling behaviour tonight in not wanting to let go in any way. Instead, Harry and Louis let their inner genders take a win as they surrender to just lay there, pleasant and still, feeling at home in each other’s arms once more. Eventually, they both fall asleep, their wolves showing dominance in not wanting to leave.

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The omega jumps up at the loud screeching sound, disoriented from sleep, and looks around to see what’s going on. He notices the eagle hovering above that was squawking loudly, bringing the pair of them out of their slumber. The omega untangles himself from the alphas firm grip and walks over to take a sip of the water. When he turns back around, he sees the alpha watching him closely. Louis feels a little nervous under the alpha’s gaze, but he also feels a hundred percent safe. He knows that the alpha cares about him deeply, and there’s no doubt in Louis’ mind any more that he trusts the alpha completely. It blows his mind at how he has slept all night, it’s the longest he has ever stayed in wolf form.

Sharing a look of understanding, Louis detours off to go change. Harry decides to give him some space by walking off deeper into the woods to urinate, allowing Louis that privacy to get dressed. After Harry too has changed and they are both ready to return back, they look at each other nervously, unsure of how to begin the conversation they need to have. Despite their nerves, they both oddly feel a sense of calm and determination. They know that they need to talk things out in order to move forward and what better way to do it than on the walk home.

Finally, Louis breaks the silence.

“ I apologise for falling asleep, I haven’t slept properly in a few days, insomnia is back like a bitch again and I was dead tired and-“

Louis stops as he watches Harry’s head lower to his feet as guilt consumes him. As Louis had requested some space he had fully abided, which meant he no longer slept at the window.

“Look, um, are you ready to have that talk?” Louis asks.

Harry nods, feeling a mix of emotions. He’s nervous about what Louis might say, but he’s also excited to finally get everything out in the open. He knows that they can work through anything, as long as they’re honest with each other this time around.

As they start to talk, their emotions are all over the place. They feel happy, sad, angry, and scared all at once. But through it all, they remain calm and focused, determined to work things out. They know that they love each other deeply, and that’s what matters most, if only it was that easy to just say it out loud and to each other.

“On a scale of one to ten how much do you hate me?” Harry says, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he nervously awaits the response.

Louis softens and looks towards the ground. “ Shit, I’m so sorry. No don’t, don’t think you are in the wrong here, Harry.“

Harry frowns as he thinks, careful not to fuck this up.

“ I tried hard Louis, really fucking hard but you, you unlocked the window.“

Immediately Harry regrets the words because no, he wasn’t trying to blame Louis even if it had just sounded that way. Louis notices the panic in his eyes, grabbing his arm to stop them from walking.

“ In your defence Harry, it’s hard to beat someone who never gives up. If anything, its me who needs to apologise, I …“ Louis stumbles not knowing how to proceed.

“Lou, I got to be honest here, your heat didn’t go how you probably thought it did. I mean some of it, yes, but um….I just want you to know that I’m sorry and that I tried my best for you.”

Louis is quiet as he begins to slowly walk again. Harry doesn’t see the way Louis’ lip slightly curls as he smiles while he thinks back over his heat.

🐺🐺🐺 FLASH BACK 🐺🐺🐺

Louis has just unlocked the window…

Harry stands outside the window, his heart pounding in his chest.

’ Fuck, there is no way this is happening’ the words had escaped his mouth as he instantly started debating within himself.

He knows that he shouldn’t go in there, that it’s a bad idea. But his inner alpha is not fucking listening. He feels the desperate and erratic clawing in his chest to fly through the window and into the bedroom where the omega is waiting.

He tries to fight it, tries to tell himself that he doesn’t want this. He knows that it’s wrong, that he shouldn’t be doing it. But his body is betraying him, his natural instincts now the dominating factor.

Who or where it comes from is something that Harry could not tell you, but he hears an alpha’s roar off in the distance, and he knows that he needs to protect the omega in front of him at all costs. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knows that he can’t let his emotions get the better of him either. He makes the huge mistake of looking up at the beauty standing before him.

But then he hears him, the omega in heat, calling out to him. His voice projecting like a siren song, drawing him closer and closer like a goddamn trance.

’ I need you now alpha, I’m yours, all yours. Touch me please.’

He feels the tiny bit of strength that he had left rapidly slipping away, his inner alpha starting to take over with no hesitation nor permission.

He tries to fight it, tries to resist the pull, but it’s too strong. He feels himself being dragged towards the window, his body moving on its own like he no longer has a choice in the matter.

’ No, no no no no no.’ He tries pleading with his alpha in yet another attempt. ’ No, this isn’t Louis speaking, stop, please stop.’ He begs, to no avail.

And then he’s through the window, standing in front of the omega. He can feel the heat, his aroma sending Harry into a frenzy, almost causing him to drown in the scent. He knows that he shouldn’t be here, that he’s making a mistake. But he can’t help himself. He both mentally nor physically can make that happen now, there’s no way he can leave, he has no control left.

Harry knows that they’re in trouble from this moment on. Louis reaches out for the alphas hand, pulling him further into the room. He can feel his protective instincts kicking in as he locks the window, his inner alpha beginning to take over.

Harry looks down at their joined hands and back to Louis’ face, the omega’s overbearing heat scent still overpowering his nostrils. He knows that he’s made a huge mistake, that he shouldn’t have come in there. But he can’t help himself. He’s an alpha, and he’ll always protect what’s his.

Emitting a low growl as Harry becomes turned on, he watches as the omega bites his lip, automatically reaching to stroke his hard length. They say that the eyes see everything, and that it’s our minds that show us what we want to see. The omega is staring at him with curiosity, and Harry is confused as the omega speaks so clearly and unfazed??

“ What’s the matter Harry? Too scared to touch me? I asked you in here did I not? Now get the fuck over here and see whether I taste as good as I look, please.“ Louis begs as he moans continuing to touch himself, gripping his fingers under the lace and letting them fall to the ground.

Harry begins to salivate as his bottom jaw trembles. With a final clench of his teeth, he eyes Louis up and down and loses control. All of it. He lunges forward with no delay, scooping his arms under Louis’ thighs, his fingers piercing into Louis’ skin as he carries him in his arms, harshly slamming Louis’ back into the wall as he adjusts to holding him firmly. Harry brutally kisses him, hard and fast attacking his collarbone first by ensuring he left bruises. Louis’ eyes rolled back as Harry used one hand to secure Louis’ arms above his head, evidently using his own groin to press against Louis’ to secure him tighter.

Harry ran his tongue up Louis’ neck, kissing and sucking vigorously until he reached the mating spot. He pulled back an inch to stare it at, licking his lips at the idea alone. He breathes heavily against his neck causing Louis to try and buck his hips. Harry extends his tongue licking forcibly with pressure along the precise area where he wishes to mate someday.

“ Harry please, please. Do something.“

Harry wiggles Louis up the wall, wavering his arms to hold Louis under the armpits as he slides Louis higher until the omegas throbbing dick is eye level. He swallows him whole with no warning, no teasing, no absolute nothing. Louis pants hard as Harry goes at it, the slurpy noise sending Louis into a deep euphoric abyss.

Viewed through the radiant intensity of a building climax, Louis seems to blaze in a type of angelic glory as he pants out Harry’s name. This causes him to stop, taking the opportunity to send Louis over the edge. He slides just the tip of his tongue up the underside of his length, so light Louis can barely feel it. It’s mostly just the sensation of his breath as he watches his cock twitching. Once he reaches the head, he slides his lips over it … just the head … sucking it in, swirling his tongue around and around and Harry hears Louis’ breath catch as he sucks a little harder. He can feel it throbbing between his lips before Louis moans excessively, bucking his hips right before Harry deepthroats him, warm cum hitting, then sliding effortlessly down his throat. He pulls back, a string of cum hanging from his lips as he looks up to Louis, where blue meets green for the very first time in this type of manner. It feels right in every single way. For a moment Harry is lost as Louis falls forward wrapping tightly into the alphas tight hold.

“ You did good baby, you are ok omega, you did so well.“

Harry carries him to the bed where he lowers the tired omega. Harry cleans Louis who is already falling into a slumber. Before getting too caught up, he texts Liam and tells him where he is. He also looks around the room and sees the omega heat box that Liam must have placed inside after Harry had “ left“. Curious, he opens it to examine the contents. He watches Louis sleep as he slides in beside him. He wraps an arm around him as he closes his own eyes, but it’s barely 20 minutes before his eyes shoot open as Louis thrusts back into him. The heavy slick is everywhere as Louis rocks back onto him. Harry feels his own cock stiffen, super scared of Louis off setting his own rut.

“ Harry“ Louis begs.

“I’m here, Lou. I’m going to make you feel better, I promise.”

Harry runs his hand down Louis’ hip as he presses a soft kiss to his shoulder. His hand falls to his ass where he is inundated with slick, allowing Harry to enter two fingers straight away. Louis is making his appreciation known as he whimpers and pushes back wanting more.

“ Fuck me Harry, please.“

Louis turns around like an animal tearing Harry’s boxers off. Harry is struggling keeping his alpha at bay. He doesn’t want to lose control but when Louis mounts his groin in an attempt to reverse cowboy him, Harry looks down to the side of the bed because he snaps back to reality when he hears Louis ask to be knotted.

“ I need your knot H, now.“

It is said so demandingly and seductively and Harry almost concedes, but as Louis turns his back getting into position, Harry leans down the best he can, grabbing the knotting dildo from the box. As Louis lowers down onto “Him” Harry holds the dildo in place.

He is conflicted for many reasons, wondering as he squeezes his eyes shut , as to whether what he is doing is the right thing.

It’s weird, it’s not what he wants or his alpha, but he knows that it is what Louis would want. He cant have proper sex with him, he simply can not do that without Louis being coherent.

So with much difficulty by the grace of whatever gods, Harry manages to keep himself in line, his only priority is on making sure the omega feels satisfied, safe and content. He uses the helpful box of items for the remaining days, feeding, cleaning and cuddling the omega so tentatively. Louis wouldn’t know the difference, so Harry was sure this was the best and only appropriate resolution.

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“Hi…um…welcome back? Harry tries to make it seem semi normal, but it came across more like a question as he sits up quickly reaching for his shirt.

“ Fuck.“

Louis can’t move, for obvious reasons relating to his bodily functions and two, he can not peel his eyes away from the bed sheets as his brain takes in the information. He and Harry in the same bed during his heat. Harry is already dressed now and standing awkwardly at the end of his bed… his bed.

“ Oh.“

Harry attempts a comforting smile as he begins to bite his thumb nail.

“ Lou, don’t freak out. It’s ok I promise. What happened was-“

Louis uses this time to turn his back because, yep he had just realized he is naked. Harry lets out a small laugh at that, at least Louis wasn’t sounding angry as he turns around allowing privacy while Louis reaches for his pants.

“Is it really ok though, H? Me an omega, in your room, an alpha, while I was in heat. I’ve woken up to the room smelling like sex Harry, but, but you -”

“Are my best friend, I know.” Harry says defeatedly. “Friends only, I know.” Harry says confirming he remembers, which just increases his remorsefulness. But that wasn’t what Louis was going to say. He was going to say, ’ but you looked after me really well, so thank you.’

Louis needs to get home. He needs to get away from here, out of this room and away from the alpha who still smells too nice. Louis is fumbling between wanting to laugh and wanting to cry, because right now, he is absolutely scared and terrified, but he is also surprisingly happy. He is just confused as to what corresponds with which. Happy that the heat is over? Or happy that things progressed with Harry? Scared of the situation with his heat and non working suppressants? Or scared that he and Harry have delved over into the land of non platonic “ friends.“

“ Wait.“

Harry lowers his hand from the door handle turning back to him curiously.

“ Let me just pee a second. I kind of dont want to do the walk of shame or anything.“ He laughs “ Just, wait for me, ok.“

Harry wasn’t going to leave him, he was just going to wait outside in the hallway. He knows Louis will be hungry and he is hoping the kitchen is free so he can cook him a proper meal. He had Liam drop food consistently at the door, but he wants to make him something special, something hearty. With the sound of the toilet flushing Harry smiles at Louis who has wet his hair and is ruffling his hand through it.

“ You can have a shower if you want. I don’t mind waiting you know or I can go and -“

“ No, it’s fine, let’s go.“

As Harry and Louis walk downstairs, they’re both feeling a little shy and nervous. They know that they have to face the rest of the pack eventually, but they’re not quite ready yet.

As they are about to enter the kitchen, they look at each other and laugh at nothing in particular, the awkwardness is still very much present, when Louis says,

“I thought it was wine me, dine me, 69 me, not the other way around.” Harry nearly chokes as he laughs, but their giggles are abruptly cut off when they see the kitchen is filled with people.

“Fuck,” Louis mumbles under his breath. He knows that they’re in for another round of judgement, but he’s glad Harry is by his side.

As they make their way to the table, they can feel the tension in the room. The other wolves are staring at them, their eyes filled with suspicion and disapproval, except Zayn who is ineffective at trying not to laugh as he covers his mouth with the palm of his hand, but Louis can see his body wobbling from giggling. Louis can feel his heart racing in his chest, but he tries to remain calm and composed.

Until Jay raises her eyebrows and eyes the two of them thoroughly.

“ Explain yourselves“ Jay demands, which shocks Harry a little. Wasn’t Jay onboard with the two of them? That may be so, but mumma bear is worried about the pills not working and an alpha possibly pregnanting her son without consent.

🐺 🐺🐺End of flashback.🐺🐺🐺

“ It’s ok Harry. It is what it is.“

Harry doesn’t know how to take that. Was it meant positively or negatively?

When Louis smiles as he looks back at Harry who is now walking faster to catch up, he is super fucking happy that this heat with Louis didnt put them back to square one. On the contrary, it had done quite the opposite.

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As Harry laid in his room, he couldn’t help but wonder about Louis. There was something about him that didn’t quite fit the typical omega mould. Harry had known Louis for years and had always admired his intelligence and sharp wit. He had always been drawn to Louis’ unique personality, but lately, something had been nagging at him.

It was during Louis’ last heat that Harry had begun to notice that something was off. Louis had always been a bit of a mystery, but during his heat, he had acted unlike any other omega Harry had ever encountered. Instead of the omega calling him ‘alpha’, he had called him Harry. That was the first thing Harry had just now noticed. Louis had also been semi aware of his surroundings, because now that he had really thought about it, Louis had made mention of how comfortable Harry’s bed was. His behavior had been nothing like the typical omega traits, especially when Louis bantered with him about spooning on day 3, when in the normal spectrum of things, he should have been whining for comfort and security cuddles.

Harry closed his eyes and began to think. He thought about all the times he had spent with Louis and all the things he had noticed about him. He thought about the way Louis spoke, the way he carried himself, and the way he interacted with others.

And then it hit him. Louis wasn’t like other omegas because he wasn’t just an omega. He was something more. Harry realized that Louis might be an alpha-omega, a rare breed that possessed both alpha and omega traits. Louis was physically an omega but mentally his personality was still stuck clinging to the alpha he had lost, even though the alpha in being, was now long gone.

Harry’s mind raced as he thought about all the implications of this realization. He knew that alpha-omegas were highly branded as a myth and that Louis would be in danger if anyone found out about his true nature. He isn’t sure whether his own conclusions are indeed true, but speaking to the elders tomorrow is his top priority.

Harry was close in his initial thoughts but was also slightly detouring along the fine line of being right but also wrong.

Yes, Louis was no ordinary omega. Louis himself had well and truly already established that. It’s true, Louis hasn’t fully embraced his new gender to its entire capacity yet, but that will happen soon enough.

One of those abilities that Louis currently holds at the present, is something that Harry would have really liked to have known prior.

That being, that Louis was never fully under during his heat. He never has been.

Louis……remembers EVERYTHING.

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Yeah…. ok so who’s excited and who’s mad at me? 🥺 😬

I tried to keep this chapter drama free because in two chapters time, i already know you guys are going to come at me with pitch forks

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A big big big THANK YOU to suselat for all your help ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Chapter 12- Nothing needs to be said

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So this is sort of just a short little 4.5k word fluffy chapter. Well the best I could do anyway with the current situations. Kind of thought you need it, its sort like the calm RIGHT before the storm. 👀😂

This is just a filler chapter.

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’ An omega glows beautifully when they are loved correctly, and treated properly. The calm before the storm is like the silence before an Alphas roar, a moment of anticipation before the action begins. Storms can cause a lot of damage but they can also bring forth the rainbow.’

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Louis wakes up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. He can feel the warmth of the sun on his face, and he can’t help but feel buoyant. He jumps out of bed, feeling more energized and hopeful than he has in weeks. As he makes his way to the kitchen, he can hear the soft sounds of the radio playing in the background. He hums along to the tune, feeling carefree and content.

As he enters the kitchen, he can smell the aroma of eggs and bacon cooking on the stove. It’s a comforting smell, one that reminds him of his childhood. Louis’ mum is standing at the stove, her hair tied back in a messy bun. She smiles at Louis as he enters the room, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Good morning, sunshine,” she says, her voice filled with warmth. “What’s got you up so early?”

Louis grins, feeling a sense of joy wash over him. “I don’t know,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “I just woke up feeling great this morning.”

His mum laughs, shaking her head. “Well, I’m glad to see you in such a good mood,” she says. “You’re never up earlier than me, and the fact you woke up voluntarily, well that’s saying something!” She laughs.

Louis chuckles, feeling light-hearted and carefree.

“ You don’t want some of this?“

Louis shyly shakes his head no as Jay hums in acceptance. He starts to prepare an omelette, his movements fluid and easy. He can feel the heat of the stove on his face, and he can hear the sizzle of the eggs as they hit the pan.

As he cooks, he can’t help but feel grateful for his family. He had apologized to his mum and sister last night for his behavior the other day, and he can feel the weight of that apology finally lifted off his shoulders. It’s a beautiful day outside, and he’s at home surrounded by the people he loves. What could possibly make this day any better?

His phone vibrates in his pocket as he whips it out quickly. He is slightly skeptical about who it is, as the sun is only just beginning to rise.

A message. A text message from Harry. He hasn’t even read it yet, but here he is already failing to suppress the happiness as he grins. Reading it, he puts it back into his pocket and resumes his attention back to the pan.

As he finishes cooking his omelette, his mind is already racing. He can’t wait to start the day, to see what other joys it will bring. Well, he knows of one anyway.

Louis looks down at his plate, feeling a sense of pride at what he had produced. He’s never been much of a cook, but he’s starting to realize how much he enjoys it. He looks over at his mum, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Hey, mum,” he says, his voice soft. “Do you think you could teach me how to cook, like properly?”

Jay looks up from her own cooking, a look of surprise spread across her face. “You… cook?” she jokes, a sarcastic smirk forming.

Louis feels himself slightly turning red, feeling a little bashful.

“Well, I wanna try.” he says, his voice low. “I kind of feel like I should learn, you know? Now that I’m an adult and an omega and all.”

Jay’s expression softens, as she nods her head. “Of course, honey,” she says, her voice gentle. “I’d be happy to teach you. I’m proud of you for wanting to learn.”

Louis feels a sense of relief. He’s grateful for his mum’s support, and he’s excited to learn how to delve into the culinary world. He takes a bite of his omelette, savoring the taste. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start. And that’s all that really matters.

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As Louis approached Harry’s room, his heart was racing with anticipation. He knocked eagerly on Harry’s bedroom door, but there was no response. He was about to call him, when he heard Liam’s voice.

“Lou, Harry’s down near the woods working.” Liam said, his voice sounding weak and hoarse.

Louis turned to face him, noticing how sick and sleepy he looked. “Jesus Li, What happened to you? Are you alright?” he asked, concerned.

Liam smiled weakly. “Yeah, just caught a bug, I think.”

“ Oh crap, do you need anything? Are you ok? You really dont look good.“

Liam sniffled his nose.

“ Gee, thanks“ Liam tried to laugh. “I’m fine, just don’t come too close incase i’m contagious.”

Louis nodded, and backed away.

“Call me if you need me.”

Louis then turned and made his way towards the woods. The sun was shining bright in the clear blue sky, casting a warm glow over the lush greenery around him. He could hear the sound of leaves rustling in the wind and already today was off to a great start.

As he approached the open field near the woods, he could see Harry off in the distance, his back turned towards him. Louis quickened his pace, his omega eager and ready to see the alpha once again.

As Louis approaches Harry, he can’t help but notice how the sun reflects off Harry’s sweat-soaked skin. His muscles bulge with each movement as he carries the building materials to where he needed them before returning to his work bench. Louis feels his heart rate increase as his palms begin to sweat.

When he had reached Harry, he noticed that he was completely absorbed in his work. He was now bent over staring at a piece of paper, sketching something with much focus. Louis watched him for a moment, taking in the sight of his friend’s messy hair and the way his fingers moved gracefully over the paper. Louis is trying to hide his attraction and is struggling to keep his composure.

Finally, Harry looked up, a smile spreading across his face as he acknowledged him.

“Hey, Lou,” he said, his voice warm and welcoming.

Louis grinned back at him, already internally cursing at his over excited omega, to calm the fuck down.

“I’ve missed you.”

What !?!? Louis freezes. There’s no way that didn’t stay inside his head where it was supposed to.

“ Really?“ Harry pikes up.

Funny enough, it isn’t said smugly either, it’s more shock related than anything else.

“ Oh ah, no. I mean, well. What are you doing out here anyway?“

Harry smiles as he watches Louis panicking to change the subject.

As they make small talk, Louis can barely focus on the conversation. He’s too busy trying to keep his eyes from wandering down Harry’s chest. Harry, who is still shirtless, laughs and jokes along with their semi lumbering conversation, completely unaware of the effect he’s currently having on him, because Louis is hiding it so well, so well that Harry can’t identify the omegas struggles. Louis is semi confident that Harry was saying something about the weather, or about money, being sore??? Yeah nah, he has no bloody clue.

“ You wanna help me lift those beams over there?“

Louis, who is still trying to hide his struggle, declines Harry’s offer.

“ What? Hell no, it’s too damn hot.“

Harry is surprised by Louis’ refusal, but doesn’t push the issue, instead, he keeps a very very very close eye on him. Louis can tell that Harry is a bit confused, but he can’t bring himself to explain his true reasoning. He is an omega, this is not the stuff he needs to do anymore……..but he knows that he can.

As Louis turns away, he can’t help but feel disappointed in himself. He knows he should have said something, but he just couldn’t find the words. Should he open up to him?

However, after a few moments of silence, Harry looks at Louis and asks him if he’s sure he doesn’t want to help. Louis looks at Harry, and after a moment of hesitation, he does agree to help.

“ Alright, but only if you promise me that I get to pick the movie tonight.“

After Harry had sent a simple ‘Good morning, I’m seeing you today, right? Pleassssse’ text this morning, Louis had a relization that sometimes when he is overly excited, that his fingers seem to have a mind of their own as they rushed to ask Harry for a movie night, except unlike their other nights, Louis wants to go to the actual cinema.

Harry’s lip curls as he too now eyes Louis up and down.

“ I wouldn’t have it any other way.“

As Louis begins to lift the materials, he feels nervous. Harry is working so close to him that he can feel the heat radiating from his body. Louis tries to keep his breathing steady, but he can’t help but feel like he’s going to pass out. Harry, on the other hand, is completely oblivious to Louis’ inner turmoil.

Or is he?

As they work, Louis of course, notices how effortlessly Harry moves. Each time Harry lifts a piece of wood, his muscles protrude and flex. He tries to focus on the task at hand, but his mind keeps wandering back to Harry’s body.

Never has he been this affected, and most definitely not while he isn’t in heat….Like ever…. It feels odd and a little confusing, but at the same time, it feels normal in all the right ways.

After a few minutes of working together, Harry looks over at Louis and asks him how he’s doing. Louis, again still trying to keep his cool, tells Harry that he’s doing fine. Harry laughs and tells him that he’s doing a great job and Louis can feel his cheeks begin to flush.

Harry does take the opportunity to eye him up and down excessively and makes a mental note. For an ‘Omega’, Louis surely is coping well, too well. He is lifting everything without a struggle and is hardly breaking a sweat. He must remember to note that down in the notebook old man Jack had given him to keep track.

As they continue to work, Louis starts to feel more comfortable as they continue to joke and laugh. Louis can feel his attraction to Harry growing stronger and stronger every day, but he still can’t bring himself to say anything to him.

As the sun beats down on the construction site, making it almost unbearable to work. The heat is almost suffocating, and Louis can feel the new found sweat pouring down his back. The construction site is located near the trees, and the air is thick with the scent of pine. Logs and tools are strewn all over the ground, making it difficult to walk. Despite the chaos, Louis can’t help but feel at peace. The sounds of nature are all around him, and he can’t help but feel grateful for the opportunity to be outside…… and to be with Harry……alone.

“ You look like a tomato!“ Harry exclaims, pointing towards Louis’ face as he inched closer.

“ Far out, Lou, you are bright red.“

Harry runs his hand softly against his cheek and if only, if only Louis could hold that intense lock of eyes, but he simply can’t.

“ Oh. I’m burnt. Shit. I um… yeah I should get back to mums and get some aloe vera on it.“

Harry just stares.

“ I have some inside. Let’s get cleaned up and we can head to the movies, catch an early session.“

Louis looks at Harry dumbfounded.

“ I have no clean clothes here Harold, and I will need a shower and -“

“ Use mine.“ It isn’t said with the alpha tone, but there is definitely dominance being thrown.

Louis raises his hands and surrenders while he laughs.

“ Ok.“

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Louis stepped out of the bathroom ensuite, his body wrapped in a low lying black and white striped towel. As he made his way towards the bed, he heard the sound of the door opening and closing, Harry now standing in front of him, his eyes darkening as he approached.

Louis felt a shiver run down his spine as Harry’s scent filled his nostrils. He knew that Harry was an alpha, and this was all too intimate. After everything that has happened between them and considering the whole alpha/omega being alone in this type of predicament, it wasn’t really appropriate in terms of normal conduct, but as Harry moved closer, Louis stilled, unsure of what to do.

“Here are some clothes I grabbed from Liam,” Harry said, holding out a pile of clothes. “Hope they’re okay.”

Louis swallowed hard, his heart racing as Harry’s mouth neared his neck as he leaned in. This unspoken agreement of just scenting each other without permission was still in full effect. He could feel the heat of Harry’s breath against his skin, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing.

Harry’s hand reached up to cup the back of Louis’ neck, his fingers trailing down his skin in a way that made Louis feel dizzy. He wanted to pull away, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny the pull he felt towards Harry.

“ Fucking hell, I’m sorry, shit, Lou I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that. I mean I do, but-“

“ H, it’s alright.“

As Harry pulled his head and hand away, Louis let out a deep breath, his body trembling at the loss of temptation. He knew that he needed to get dressed, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel drawn towards him, and for the first time, or in what Louis would finally admit, he wished heavily that Harry would lean back in and kiss him.

“ The clothes?“ Louis laughs, trying to break the newly formed ice.

As he reached for the pile of clothes, his fingers brushed against Harry’s, and Louis felt a spark of electricity run through his body.

“ I’m just going to go and grab us a drink from the kitchen.“

As Harry awkwardly rushes out, Louis cant stop smiling, but also, it makes him nervous as fuck.

The clothes are nothing like Louis would normally wear, but as he had agreed to dip his toes into a style he is still unsure of, he takes the pink jumper and black tights as a win. The sleeves are too long resulting in his hands becoming lost under the material. The pants are more like work out gym style lycra, but he won’t complain, because as he stands in the mirror he arches himself around to check himself out.

He looks fine.

Harry has been gone for ages, so instead of waiting around, he decides to head down the corridor to check on Liam, as he is fully aware that Zayn is still out with some elders.

Louis knocked on Liam’s door, and he heard Liam’s soft yell to come in. As he ventured inside, he saw Liam running for the toilet, the smell of vomit filling the air as Louis quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hand.

“ Just came to check on you, but it looks like you are getting worse?“ Louis asked, concern etched in his voice.

“Do you need any help? Liam please, i’m not worried about catching anything, if you want me to fetch you some chicken soup or collect some advil or-”

Liam crawled back into bed, apologizing for bringing up his lunch. Louis could see that Liam was in pain, and Louis was willing to stay home from his outing if Liam needed him to.

“Louis, listen, thank you so much for checking on me, I really appreciate it but I’ll be okay,” Liam said, his voice weak. “Zayn will be home soon anyway. He just texted me.”

Louis nodded, conceding that Liam wouldn’t be left alone much longer.

“ Ok. Well text me if you need anything, I mean it Li!“ He turned and left the room, and as the door latched closed he heard Liam yell out.

“Have fun on your date.”

Louis didn’t even deny it. Instead of bantering back or making a smart ass remark like he normally would, he bit the inside of his cheek and just smirked, because yes, he was excited about his date, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty for leaving Liam alone.

As he walked down the hallway in search of Harry, the smell of vomit still lingered. It was a sickly smell, and it made Louis feel nauseous. He couldn’t wait to get out of the house and into the fresh air. Thats where he found him, leaning against the car as he texted.

“ I went to the kitchen a second ago, you weren’t there.“

“ Yeah, sorry, had a call from Niall and got distracted.“

“ Niall? Where is he? I haven’t seen him in ages.“

Harry opens up the door for Louis to get inside but as fate has it, Louis slips as he spun around, falling to the ground. As he was attempting to regain his composure, Harry tells Louis to stay in place.

“ What?“

“ Just let me, please.“

“ Harry, you are so weird.“ Louis barks out a laugh.

“ Hurry up, are you finished now?“

Harry turns the phone around allowing him to view the picture.

“ Jesus, that is horrid, delete it.“ Louis begs.

“ Never.“

Nope, that picture is going to stay put and sit right beside the other fifty thousand photos of Louis that he has stored.

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Louis and Harry arrived back from their non-eventful date at the cinema. Louis got his way, and they saw yet another remastered Fast and Furious film. They laughed and joked, and Louis found that Harry was always trying hard, to feed him, to hydrate him, and to generally make sure Louis was having a great time. Louis felt spoiled, and yet both felt at ease about it.

As they arrived back at Harry’s house, the sun was setting, casting a striking orangey pattern across the sky. It was still relatively early, only 6 pm, and Harry didn’t hesitate when he asked Louis to watch a movie.

“ Another?“

“ Well yeah, I mean unless you wanna go home.“

Scrunching his face, Louis is quick to react. “ No, I wanna stay.“

As they both enter through the house, Louis captures a silhouette down the hallway entering the kitchen.

“ Was that Brad?“

Harry shuffles, nervous behavior setting in as he nibbles his bottom lip, directing him off in the other direction.

“ I dunno, let’s not discuss him. What do you want to watch now?“

Louis shrugs his shoulders as Harry leads them into the main lounge room, but Louis takes a hold of his wrist, his bright piercing blue eyes staring directing into Harry’s soul.

“ No…. Your room.“

Neither of them say it out loud, but both are instantly reminded of what happened last time. Even with the memories leaving a shared look of concern on their faces, they both don’t say anything as they begin to walk upstairs.

They settled down on the bed, and Harry ultimately decided to put on a romantic comedy. Louis rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but fond at the way Harry kept checking if he was ok. Harry was always trying his best to please him, and Louis appreciated it more than he could say.

Harry, the alpha and pack leader, hard on the outside, soft in the middle….confirmed.

The atmosphere was cozy and warm as they both rugged up under the blanket. Louis, just like he used to only a few weeks ago, leaned his head down onto Harry’s shoulder. He could feel Harry’s warmth, and it made the omega feel safe.

As the movie progressed, Louis found himself getting lost in the story. He laughed at the jokes, and he felt his heart swell during the romantic scenes. He felt Harry’s arm slowly and not so subtly fall around him, and he knew that he was exactly where he needed to be.

The emotions in the room were palpable. There was a sense of comfort and ease between them, and Louis felt like he could be himself around Harry. He didn’t have to put on a show or pretend to be someone he wasn’t. Harry had always accepted him for who he was, then and most importantly how he is now. “The change” being the only exception.

And that made Louis feel special.

As the movie ended, Louis let out a contented yawn. He felt happy and relaxed, and he knew that he had Harry to thank for that. He looked over at him and saw the way Harry’s dimples grew bigger as he watched the closing scene. He knew that he was falling hard and fast for him, and he couldn’t wait to see where this relationship would take them.

“ Harry?“

“ Hmm?“

Harry snapped his head around fast in concern, at the soft tone used.

“ Lou, what is it?“

Louis doesn’t say anything as he just stares. He does however look down, Harry following his line of vision as he watched Louis who took a deep breath. Reaching out, he takes Harry’s hand into his own.

Harry’s heart is thudding so fast he almost contemplates calling an ambulance. Harry watches cautiously as Louis watches him, awaiting whatever reaction may come.

As their fingers intertwined, Louis felt a rush of regret? He had never felt so vulnerable and he was scared of what Harry would think, even when he already knew how he felt, he was still scared of being rejected, that typical omega insecurity eating him alive on the inside. He was fighting an internal battle, trying to keep his nerves under control and when Harry noticed the tension in Louis’ body shift, he resumed eye contact. He saw the fear in his eyes, so he smiled reassuringly. He knew what Louis was feeling, or so he was hoping, that same feeling that he too had felt for so many years. He squeezed Louis’ hand gently, letting him know that he was there for him.

The touch of Harry’s hand was like a remedy for Louis’ nerves. He felt instantly healed in a type of way that he didn’t fully understand just yet, as he relaxed into the moment. The hand-holding was slow, soft, and delicate, like that of a butterfly’s wing. Louis savored the sensation, feeling Harry’s warmth and love with just a stroke of his finger.

Harry’s pheromones filled the room and it was perfect, everything tonight and throughout the day has been absolutely perfect. Louis knew that he had taken a risk, but it had been worth it. He had found love and acceptance in Harry’s touch, and he knew that he never wanted to let go, he would never let go.

Louis finds Harry’s eyes, but his face is unreadable. That is until Harry gently squeezes their fingers causing both to blush.

Nothing needs to be said.

They don’t need to clarify with words what their hearts already know. They don’t need to ask or say it out loud.

Nothing needs verbal clarification.

The decision was now made. Harry wants Louis and Louis wants Harry. It was now time to see what destiny has in store for them.

“Can I stay?” Louis speaks so quiet and timidly that Harry nearly asks him to repeat himself.

Harry opts to squeeze his hand.

“ Of course. You don’t need to ask Lou. You never need to ask.“

It scares Harry a little. They haven’t shared a bed since that last time Louis went into heat, but nonetheless, Harry flicks off the tv as they both snuggle down into the bed.

Facing each other, there is enough light peering in the window for Louis to witness the way Harry admires his face. Louis felt scared to make a move, scared of finally expressing his true feelings. But something strong tugged at his insides, telling him it was time. He reached out to cup Harry’s face tenderly, his thumb brushing over his strong jawline. Harry’s skin was warm and soft under his touch, and Louis felt his heart race with anticipation.

Shit, he was really gonna do this.

He slowly moved in, his lips meeting Harry’s in a slow but firm kiss. It was like a spark had ignited once again, and Louis felt his heart almost combust with an overload of serotonin. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that it was here, he felt like he was living in a dream. Louis had always loved Harry for as long as he could remember, but since turning into an omega, those feelings had grown and developed into something more than love between just friends.

As they pulled back, it was silent between them. They both took in their own emotions of this moment finally happening. Louis felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness, his chest almost imploding.

He couldn’t believe that he had kissed Harry, that he had finally taken the first step towards progressing their relationship……..all while being very awake, not in heat, or pretending to be incoherent.

Harry’s eyes were bright and shining, and Louis, although it was dark, felt like he could see straight into Harry’s mind. It was like they were communicating without words, their emotions raw and unfiltered. Louis felt a sense of vulnerability, but that was a good sign, he told himself.

“Please alpha, just take this all slow.”

And that was enough.

Nothing else needed to be said.

Sometimes less is more, or maybe the two of them just read each other so naturally and mystically that understanding each other was now more powerful, enlightened and connected.

Harry pressed a kiss to his forehead and cuddled into the omega as they both laid there for a split moment.

Louis felt like he could breathe for the first time in a long time. He felt like he could finally be honest with himself and with Harry. He felt like he was on top of the world. Harry knew now. Harry could sense, see and smell the way Louis felt for him and Harry knew with all his might, that the heavens, the moons, and the millions of stars had properly aligned.

Harry and Lou were always meant to be. It’s taken a stupid mistake and a bumpy ride to get there, but the outcome is looking positive.

As they lay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, Harry now understood the meaning of the word peace, and he couldn’t wait to see where this relationship would take them. Louis felt Harry’s breath on his neck, and he knew that he had made the right decision. He felt 100% complete.

They unknowingly smiled in unison, and within minutes, they had both fallen asleep on the adrenaline of love.

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Yeah, dont get too comfortable . 🫣🫶

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Chapter 13- The Secret

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Sorry ! 💔

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Please take note of small time jumps.

Also, small smut scene .

A very BIG thank you to

suselat and

TraceyA2304 for all your help.♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Here is a 10k word chapter. Enjoy!

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’ There is nothing more devastating in life than having to watch the person you love walk away after they have ‘left’ you. To watch as the distance between your two bodies expand until there is nothing left but empty space and silence, is crucifying. Knowing when to walk away, is known as having wisdom. Being able to do so on the other hand, is courage. Walking away with grace and your head held high, is called dignity…. Louis is in for the shock of his life.’

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Harry wakes up to the morning light filtering through the curtains, feeling a sense of pure bliss as he realizes that he is waking up next to Louis. Of course, he has woken up many times before next to him, but this morning, it’s entirely different. It feels too good to be true, and he’s scared to open his eyes fully, in case last night was just a dream. As he looks around the room, he notices how the light is gently illuminating the space, making everything look soft and serene.

The room is still somewhat dim as the dark of night turns into the dawning of the day, but Harry can see the outlines of the furniture and the details of the curtains. He feels a sense of comfort and satisfaction knowing that he’s not alone. Harry is hyper aware of Louis’ legs as they are currently wrapped around him, he can feel his warmth pressed right along the side of his body. As he looks at Louis’ sleeping face, he feels the familiar rush of love and affection for him as he gently pushes a small portion of his hair from his eyes.

He’s overwhelmed with emotions, and he knows that he’s lucky to have Louis still in his life. Currently, he is ninety percent sure he’s living in a fairy-tale, and he’s grateful for every moment that he gets to spend with him. He feels a sense of peace and joy, knowing that he’s finally with the person he’s meant to be with. There came a time after the change where he doubted everything. His own selfish choices born from his leader status but made from a love he could no longer deny caused him to break the heart of the person he loves the most. Harry was sure back then that life was doomed, but now, as he takes in the details of the room, he feels like everything is flawless, and he accepts wholeheartedly that he’s never been happier.

“ Hey babe, are you hungry?“

Louis doesn’t answer or move at first and Harry knows it’s because he is pretending to sleep. He doesn’t want Harry to stop the little kisses that he is placing on the back of his neck.

“ Lou?“

Louis tilts his head backwards resting closely near Harry’s. Louis had stipulated to him that he wanted to take it slow, but Harry doesn’t know yet what the boundaries are. All he wants to do right now is kiss him. Kiss him good morning for the very first time. He licks his lips as he swallows hard and Jesus Christ, he can’t believe how nerve wrecking this is. He presses his lips together not wanting to make a mistake.

Louis is fully aware of the Alphas struggle; he too is struggling with the same thoughts. Louis is totally worried that he has stinky morning breath that will be a turn off to the Alpha, it’s really the only thing holding him back right now. After a moment of indecision, he goes ‘fuck it’ and offers up a shy smile to Harry who flicks his eyes down to his lips once more. Louis takes a deep breath bracing himself as he knows he has to say something. Harry is being too cautious, and Louis is impatient.

“ What are you waiting for?“

There is a moment between a glance and a kiss, where the world sometimes stops. The only thing lingering is the anticipation of what’s to come, a moment so intense that it floats around drawing us closer and closer. A moment so pleasurable and perfect, that when it finally happens and comes to an end, we realize that it’s only just the beginning.

Ahh, the green light. With dimples beaming and smiles all around, Harry wastes no time by diving in. The kiss is a quick peck of soft pursed lips, its slow yet intimate, and fucking hell Harry is struggling to contain himself.
Their lips move so slow, perfectly in sync with each other and it doesn’t take long for it to be followed up by a hungry open mouth. Wet, hot, and swollen. There is no tongue, just lips trying to swallow lips. What it is… is flawless.

Harry leans his head against Louis’ forehead, both needing that extra bit of time to lower their heart rate back down.

“ Lou, that was…“

“ I know.. I felt it too.“

It poses the question.

Does the perfect kiss really exist?

The one that is given so freely to another, where the only way to experience it fully is to close your eyes and just surrender to it because you are scared that if you don’t, you won’t remember it. The one that feels like sunshine after days of rain. The one that restores faith after battles. That kiss that gets taken with absolutely no regrets whatsoever. It’s that kiss that feels like you just came home after a long absence, and it steals your breath away without consent. It’s not too wet, nor too dry, it tastes sweet, yet with just enough spice. It causes you to shiver from the top of your head, right down to the bottom of your toes.

And once it’s over…….. All you crave…….is more.

So again, I will ask. Does the perfect kiss really exist?

According to Harry and Lou. Yes, yes it does.

Harry rolls out of bed, extending his hand out.

“ Come on lazy, let me make you breakfast.“

🐺

Reaching the kitchen, Harry is nervous as he realises someone is already cooking. He can smell something slightly burning and Louis scrunches his nose at the stench. Entering through, they find Zayn attempting to make breakfast for Liam.

“ What is that god awful smell Malik?“

Zayn spins around and Louis almost laughs at the distress that the alpha is evidently experiencing.

“ Ahh yeah, sorry that would be the four pieces of burnt toast currently lying in the bin.“

Although Louis knows it’s probably not the best time since the alpha is clearly struggling, he asks anyway because he is desperate to know.

“ Zayn, how is Liam? Is he ok now, he looked terrible yesterday.“

Zayn lowers the over cooked eggs down onto the plate.

“ Yeah, he is way better. He has stopped vomiting but he says he still feels nauseous.“

As Harry watches Louis talk to Zayn, he can’t help but feel such affection for him, with the way he is so kind and mindful of others. Everything about Louis, is all he has ever wanted. He walks over to the kettle and starts making a cup of tea for Louis, and as natural as it feels he becomes soothed and appeased, just by being in his presence.

“ Here you go, no sugar and a dash of milk. What would you like to eat? Toast? I can do eggs and-“

As Harry continues to list off nearly every item in the fridge, Zayn watches the two of them closely, observing the way they are interacting with each other. He can see the smiles, the gentle touches, and the giggles between them, the type of affection and communication that has clearly changed. Zayn is not sure what is going on, but what he does know is that these two are both totally smitten.

The kitchen soon fills with the sound of sizzling pans as Harry cracks some eggs.

Zayn watches them as they both keep eyeing each other, fixing their hair in unison as they look away. He feels like he’s witnessing something special evolve. He knows that Harry and Louis have something that most people can only dream of, and he can’t wait to see where their love takes them. He knows that the ‘couple?’ won’t say anything to him about the change in their behaviour, so if he wants to know anything, and he desperately does, then he must take matters into his own hands.

“ Ok, what the hell is going on with you two?“

Even though he asked the question, mostly rhetorical in nature though it appears to be, he was soon able to provide his own answer, as he watches them fond at each other.

“ Oh shit. You two are- OH MY GOD!“

He doesn’t even wait for confirmation before Zayn excitedly yells.

“ Liammmmm…Baby you are not going to believe this!! “

His screams are heard as he exits the kitchen and proceeds to run up the stairs.

Both Harry and Louis, do nothing but laugh.

“ Do they taste ok? Are you still hungry?“ Harry asks nervously as Louis eats what he had prepared for him.

Louis rests his hand on top of Harry’s reassuringly.

“ I’m fine really. They were good.“

“ Good?“ Harry questions.

Louis suddenly feels like he should praise the alpha a little more as he could tell Harry didn’t feel too confident.

“ They were delicious, thank you so much. You did good alpha.“

Harry has never smiled so widely.

“ So, what are we going to do today?“

Louis thinks about it and is hit with a great idea.

“ I know exactly what we can do.“

🐺

“ Don’t worry Harry, every artist was first an amateur.“

Louis hands Harry one of the paint brushes as he points to the canvas.

“ Well, what are we going to paint, ooh ooh no, I got it. I will paint you and you can paint me.“

Harry scoffs while smiling.

“ Ugh, how cliche.“

Louis can’t believe the audacity as he snorts.

“ What do you prefer a plain old fruit bowl to draw? “ He asks until he realises Harry’s mind was probably somewhere a lot further away. “ Ewe, don’t you dare say it, you are not painting a naked person.“

Harry shrugs trying not to laugh and the smirk gives away his suspicion. Harry doesn’t usually get involved in crafts or anything artistic. He hasn’t drawn or painted or done anything fun related like this in a very long time. Louis had remembered that one of the parents was setting up easels and canvases on the lawn today for anyone to enjoy. So far, there is only one other parent with their teenage daughter present.

“ Lou, are you sure you don’t want to go and do someth-“

“ Harry.“

“ Fine.“

Louis is ready, enthusiastic, and eager to explore his artistic abilities. He splashes paint onto the canvas with wild abandon. Harry is quiet as he begins to paint, focusing intently on the blank canvas sitting in front of him. Over a few minutes, he begins to draw fast, with much concentration. He’s always been a perfectionist, and he wants to make sure that every stroke is just right. Louis, on the other hand, is already finished, but Harry doesn’t notice that as he continues to draw. Louis is dying to exchange their pictures but waits patiently, watching Harry work.

As Harry finally finishes his painting several minutes later, he takes a deep breath and steps back to admire what he had just accomplished. Louis just smiles at him, not saying a word, awaiting Harry’s instructions but nothing comes.

“ You alright, H?“

Harry automatically becomes a tad panicked as he shields his work by moving to fully block Louis from seeing it.

“ Let’s see yours instead.“

Louis frowns but proceeds to grab his canvas and spins it around. He keeps a straight face by sucking in his lips as Harry examines the final product. He is amazed by Louis’ work. It’s colorful and vibrant, full of life and such energy.

Errrp, that was a lie.

Harry placed a hand on his chest as he laughed out loud. The 6ft high black stick figure with green eyes was certainly not going to be up for any prestigious gallery awards.

“ I mean, the eye colour is pretty much on point. Don’t think my legs are that long though.“ He says as he looks down to study the length of his body.

“ Well , you know me, I couldn’t draw if my life depended on it. Now, let me see yours.“

Harry steps back defensively and whoa, Harry wasn’t joking. He doesn’t want Louis to see it. Louis is confused by the hesitation.

“ We don’t have to look at mine. Let’s just go clean up and get something to eat or-“

“HARRY SHOW ME, please.” He finishes quietly.

Harry lowers his head to the ground where Louis is fast to step around him. There is no noise or movement behind him as Harry prepares himself for the worse. He turns around not knowing what to expect. Louis is just staring at it.

Harry’s painting is more subdued, but it’s still beautiful in its own way. It’s a quiet, contemplative piece, full of emotion, depth and precise detail. Louis looks at it with awe, and Harry can see the admiration in his eyes.

“ I don’t know why, I just, Lou, I did say I didn’t want you to see it.“

Again, there is no response.

The old saying goes that the aim of art is not to represent the outward appearance of things, rather the inner significance.

He doesn’t blink as he studies it. He leans closer, lifting the canvas forward to inspect it attentively. As the paint is still wet, he is careful and gentle as he moves his finger softly across the fine details.

The multiple long white delicate lines, the eyes so blue, dominant and pronounced.

He holds it to his chest and rushes to leave. He walks away so fast and Harry is sure he has upset him, that’s the last thing he ever wanted to do. He hates himself. Why did he draw that?

Harry waits a few minutes before moving. He is lost as to how to proceed.

Does he follow him? Give him some space? Text him? Call him?

Fucking hell he has no clue. Luckily for him he hears a voice he is rather glad to hear.

“Yo Harry! Just passed Louis through the front door, he looked kind of dazed and frazzled. What’s up with that?”

“ Long story Zayn, you got time?“

🐺

“ Do you have any idea where Niall is?“ The question throws Liam a little off guard.

After having left Harry stranded out on the lawn, Louis’ immediate reflex was to find Liam, but only after he sat in the bathroom to where he stared at the canvas for twenty minutes.

“ Umm, off somewhere doing something for Harry I think. I’m not too sure to be fair.“

Liam is either a really great liar or he truly doesn’t know. So he lets it slide and doesn’t push that subject any further.

“ Where is Brad? He lives here now, yet I hardly come across him.“

Liam’s whole demeanor shifted. Louis couldn’t help but feel like something was being held from him as he watched Liam reach over grabbing his shoes.

“What, why all the questions today Louis?” Liam asked, noticing the way Louis was pressing him about Brad. “You wanna come with me into town, I got a few errands to run.”

Louis hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should push further or drop the subject, now certain that something was indeed wrong. Finally, he decided to speak up.

“I just feel like something’s off Li, and I don’t know what it is. No one tells me anything anymore.” Liam looked at him for a long moment, then sighed as he turned away to find his keys.

“It’s nothing, really. You wanna come or ?”

Louis couldn’t help but feel curious. He wondered what Liam was hiding from him and why he was being so secretive.

“ No, I think I’m going to go home.“

As much as Louis wanted to return home where he could hide away, he found that he couldn’t. He could if he really wanted to, but lately he hates being away from Harry, even if only for short periods of time. That alone makes him internally panic at the attachment and separation anxiety that has grown so rapidly.

He opts to lay on Harry’s bed instead. In the scheme of things, he isn’t mad or upset at Harry at all. He does feel embarrassed at the way he tore off earlier, and as he lays there now thinking about it, he truly hopes Harry will forgive him. He feels silly, dumb, over dramatic ’ Like an omega’ he says to himself.

He waits and waits and waits for what feels like hours but is probably only minutes for the Alpha to return. After contemplating his situation, he decides that he knows exactly what it is he wants to happen when Harry comes back, that there is something important that he really needs to do. But before he could think on how to action his thoughts, his senses become aware of the intoxicating Alpha scent surrounding him, the scent his Omega identifies instinctually as Harry lulling him into relaxation faster than anything else could considering the rapid state of his mind mere minutes before. He settles into a light slumber where he stays for another 40 minutes, only to be awoken by the bedroom door latching as Harry closed it.

“ Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I thought you must have gone home. If I knew you were here, I would have come back sooner. Are you ok?“

Louis wants to apologize, but as he opens his mouth he simply can’t. He sits up and checks the time on his phone. It’s 6.30pm and although he wants to ask where he has been, he doesn’t want to sound clingy or obsessive.

“ Do you want to go out?“

Harry is surprised that he didn’t answer his question nor mention what happened today. That is a part of Louis’ alpha that still remains, the stubbornness that he knows will always be a part of Louis’ personality no matter what secondary gender he holds.

“ Out? Like to grab a bite or?“

Louis shakes his head no as he fumbles with the hem of his shirt. Instead of just standing there awkwardly, Harry removes his coat and hangs it in his closet.

“ No, H. That’s not what I meant.“

Louis stands up and stretches.

“ Can we go for a run, please.“

If he was to be honest, going for a run was the last thing on his mind. After Louis left this afternoon he and Zayn had dove into a few beers. He is starting to sport a headache and grabbing a bite to eat, having a shower and hitting the hay was what he desired.

“ Now?“

“Yes Harry, I want to go now.”

Louis looked at Harry with pleading eyes, hoping to convince him to leave immediately. Harry watched him for a moment, then sighed. Louis felt relieved and happy that he had won the argument, he knew the very minute Harry smiled, that he had gotten his own way.

“Alright, alright, we’ll go” he said, giving in. “But can I have a quick shower first?”

Louis smiled and nodded, and Harry disappeared into the bathroom. To kill time, Louis stared in the dresser mirror fixing his hair. While Harry was caught up in the shower, Louis couldn’t help but notice when Harry’s phone began vibrating on the nightstand. He didn’t want to be that person, the type who snoops on other people’s phones. He tried to resist the urge to look, but his curiosity got the best of him, as he reached for the phone when he looked over and saw Brad’s name flash across the screen.

He was about to open the message, when he heard the noise of the water subside. Louis quickly placed the phone back down and tried to act casual, but from that moment on, he couldn’t get it out of his mind. What he did do though was TRY to ignore it. He had something else he was determined to do tonight, and he wasn’t going to allow the thoughts of Brad to ruin it.

“ You ready?“

Harry came out in trackies, his hair wet and left dangling. He smiled internally at that. He loves it when Harry leaves it down after a shower, it dries naturally creating the most beautiful curls.

“ Yep.“

🐺

Harry couldn’t help but notice how quickly Louis was walking towards the woods. He had never seen him this eager and determined for a run. It felt like there was an urgency to it, and Harry still wanted to address the incident that happened earlier today. He could tell Louis was still stressing about it by his concerned face as they had hit the woods. Harry knew Louis well enough to sense his emotions without him saying a word.

Harry allowed Louis to run further ahead as he quickly changed down into his wolf form. The transformation was quick, and Harry felt the wind in his fur as he ran through the woods trying to catch up. Louis was far ahead, but Harry could still sense his presence as he ran. Harry could feel the tension in the air as they buried themselves further through the trees.

He could sense the worry in Louis’ mind too, and he knew he needed to help him through it, something was eating him away and he and his alpha both didn’t like it. Harry knew the woods well, and Louis was leading him along a path that was very familiar to him, to them both, he knew where they were headed. They ran for a while, and Louis could feel his muscles getting tired. He slowed down and let Harry catch up.

Reaching the waterfall, Harry could see the omegas determination as the blue eyes flicked from Harry to the water.

Shit.

It hits Harry. He knows why Louis brought him here.

He feels so bad. He really hopes he hasn’t pressured him. He hates that he is in wolf form and can’t say anything. He transforms back not caring at being naked, happy that the night’s air has still been rather warm. He walks up to where the omega is looking worried.

“ It’s ok baby, I’m right here, but Lou, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.“

Louis finally confronts what he had prolonged and avoided this entire time. He steps forward with his eyes closed, the moonlight bouncing nicely off the water. Harry is nervous for him, so he can’t possibly imagine how Louis must feel.

With a deep breath and a full body shake, the omega opens his eyes studying the fluffy white fur and blue irises in the reflection.

To be beautiful, means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others…. you just need to be accepted by yourself.

For the first time, Louis admires his Omega with his very own eyes. He shakes a little to watch his fur wobble, the omega looking up to Harry for reassurance. Louis feels Harry’s hand caress down the wolfs spine as he pets him.

“ See, you are so beautiful, little omega. So very beautiful.“

Louis nudges his head against the coolness of Harry’s thigh before returning his attention back to the water with curiosity. Louis sees a wolf staring back at him, pure white and so fluffy, sporting the bluest eyes he’s ever seen. It’s like he recognizes the omega, but at the same time, he doesn’t. He can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the emotions that are flooding his system. It’s a mixture of excitement, wonder, and fear. He’s never seen himself like this before, and it’s a lot to take in. But as he looks closer, he begins to accept himself for who he is.

Louis the Omega.

In this very moment, a deep connection is finally being made. Louis as well as his omega, have both now been seen, heard and valued. The spiritual connection is allowing Louis and his inner gender to fully intertwine, a strong vital bond now in place. Forever from this moment now, the two walk fully as one, with no separation.

Harry watches in awe as the omega’s eyes light up with joy at the realization that he’s finally found his true form. The omega feels like he’s been reborn, like he’s finally found his place in the world. He’s no longer ashamed of who he is, but instead, he’s proud to be a wolf, proud to bare children, proud to surrender to an alpha.

Proud. Proud. Proud.

It shocks Harry when Louis begins to transform back. With them both now naked, it should be awkward, but there’s no eyeing each other or hungry desperation. There is just understanding and patience.

Louis looked at him with a worried expression, and Harry knew it was time to talk. They sat down under a tree, and Harry began to speak, ignoring how uncomfortable the dirt felt against his ass.

“ I just want to say how damn proud I am of you. I can’t believe you just did that. I hope your reasons for doing so were for you and not me. I know you’re still thinking about what happened earlier.“

Louis looked at him with a pained expression, and Harry knew he was struggling to address it.

“I’m sorry about the painting Lou. Drawing you as your wolf was inappropriate and I sincerely apologise. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“ I’ve always been awake during my heats.“

Harry’s eyes widen at the rushed confession. The change of topic without a doubt, shocking him.

That’s different, Harry was definitely not expecting that.

“I’m sorry. I kind of wanted to tell you that for a while now but, I don’t know why I’ve been so livid, but I have been and I just… I guess… I just wanted you to know that.”

Harry debates back and forth within himself. It’s the perfect time to let Lou know that he had his own suspicions. Was Louis an omega or an alpha/omega. Harry wanted to discuss it, he needed answers, he wanted answers.

It’s time Harry, say something, anything!

“ Oh.“

Louis kept his eyes pinned to Harry’s. He is waiting for him to continue his sentence, or even yell at him. He is prepared for it, but Harry just begins to rub the back of his neck as he avoids eye contact.

“ Oh?“ Louis asks softly.

“ That’s it? Oh? “ He says again, but Harry is finding the leaves and sticks on the ground way more interesting.

Nope, he didn’t want this tension. He came here to see his wolf and show Harry how he really feels.

“ I know I said to take it slow, but Harry, I want you to touch me.“

Harry swallows hard as his ears hear words he never expected. He just stares at Louis in disarray. He thought he had heard correctly, but he wasn’t entirely sure. Louis is not in heat, he is well awake and aware, and asking clear as day for him to touch him. Was this real?

“ I mean, unless you don’t want to?“

Harry snaps out of it pretty quickly, not wanting Louis to get the wrong idea.

“ What, no. Of course I do. I just, I mean, it kind of surprised me that’s all.“

Louis takes notice of Harry’s growing erection and licks his lips. He smiles at the fact that he was only talking about touching, which has already resulted in making the Alpha hard. He inches forward, closer as he watches the way Harry’s eyes grow darker, not stopping until they were chest to chest Louis leans up burying his face into Harry’s neck to sneakily take a whiff.

Is it something in the air? Is he sick? Is it the fact he accepted his omega? Whatever the reason, Louis has no idea where all this courage and sudden need is coming from. All he knows for sure is that he wants Harry, all of him. His heart is pounding as he lets his hand fall cupping Harry’s cock.

Harry’s head falls back as he closes his eyes, praying this isn’t some sort of a twisted dream, as Louis begins to press the softest and barely there kisses along his jawline making Harry slightly moan.

“ You want me to touch you here, out in the woods?“ He whispers as he lets Louis’ hand continue to stroke his length.

“Especially here. We came here all the time as kids, when have we ever come across anyone out here. This place is special to us. And…..”

It’s a fair point but Harry is scared it’s moving too fast, but Louis says he wants it, so who is he to object?

The alpha growls as he looks down at Louis connecting their lips so tenderly. There is no way he could walk away from this and there’s no way he would, he wants this just as much as Louis does. He looks around and panics. He is concerned at how this is going to work. All he can see is leaves, rocks, trees, sticks, dirt and so forth. He wants this to be perfect. Their first time is supposed to be special and going by what’s around them, Harry doesn’t know how to make that happen successfully. He closes his eyes to think while Louis continues to kiss down his neck.

Then he smells it.

That scent he has craved for so long. Louis must notice it too, as he whimpers. Slick is slowly forming around his hole and the alpha’s instincts automatically kick in. He stands up and lifts Louis up, who wraps his legs so naturally around him. He carries him across to the water, thanking the heavens it wasn’t a cold tonight.

The water is warm as it hits their bodies and as Harry lowers him down, things begin to heat up quickly.

The kissing becomes faster and more desperate and when Harry latches onto his neck sucking a deep bruise, Louis moans so loud that the alpha loses it. He scoops Louis back up into his arms, licking up his neck as Louis thrusts his hips into the alphas torso. Holding Louis securely with one arm he uses his other to wrap around him.

“ Are you sure about this?“

The way Louis reaches back and guides Harry’s hand down to his ass is enough said. Harry mumbles something along the line which resembles ’ My fucking god’ as his fingers get buried in slick.

“ Please, Harry.“

Harry bites his lips still not believing this is happening.

“ Alpha.“ He finishes.

Yep, that did it. Harry didn’t want to waste any more time as he hungrily nipped at Louis’ lips which were now parted allowing Harry to taste the remaining flavour of the mint gum that Louis had been chewing on.

“ Gently, this is my first time H, just don’t hurt me, please.“

Harry frowned, pulling back to study the concern.

“ I would never. I would never intentionally try to hurt you Lou.“

Louis leant in again, reconnecting their lips as Harry very slowly inserted in a single finger.

He was so tight, Harry could cum on the spot without trying, just by that feeling alone. He moved his fingers trying to gently stretch him but Louis was clenching.

“ Do you want me to stop Lou? We don’t have to do this until you are ready.“

“ I’m ready, just a little scared, that’s all.“ He admits shyly.

He wiggled a little trying to loosen Harry’s grip, to where Harry lowered him down onto his own feet to stand in the water. Louis spun around completely embarrassed, this was not how this night was supposed to go. He felt Harry’s hands come around his waist, his head sliding into the crook of his neck.

“ Don’t do that, baby, it’s fine. There is no rush, there is nothing to be-“

With his back still to Harry, he grabbed Harry’s hands sliding them down his hips wrapping one around, positioning it onto his own cock as he gently pushed backwards. Harry got the memo when Louis tilted his head, Harry using his tongue to lick up his neck vein to bite his ear causing Louis to rock back.

He re-entered his finger easily this time, and now he knew he was ready for more, so he entered another. There was a slight wince but Louis’ moans were encouraging. He stretched him open and between their moans and the kisses along Louis’ shoulder blades, the two of them felt like they were in a type of parallel universe, a deep and unique type of bond forming. They felt attached and so entwined with each other on a level they never imagined, but nothing else mattered, not to them and definitely not now.

Harry knew what he was doing when he leant back tilting. Harry used his free hand to grip his hip guiding him down. Slowly Louis began his descent onto his cock. Harry’s tip rested at his rim where he waited. Never in his life as an alpha has he let an omega be in control. But Louis was different. His alpha, his heart, his soul, his mind, his body, his emotions, his feelings, everything that Harry was made of wanted to look after this boy, this omega.

“ God you are amazing, I would have waited forever for you, Lou.“

The whispered words against Louis’ ear sent a wave of goosebumps across his skin. And like that, desire took over. Louis pushed down as Harry bent his knees for further balance as Louis took all of Harry’s cock straight in. Fully connected he could not only feel all of Louis tightly wrapped around him, but he could feel Louis’ essence entering his soul. Inside him the feeling, which he struggled to name, wasn’t just magical it was more than that, it…. It was fate, it was precisely how it was always meant to be…consensual, desired, and mutual. He knew it in his bones, that Louis was his. Sex isn’t always about pleasure, it’s about feeling that connection, being so comfortable with each other that the simple task of breathing becomes too difficult.

Louis bounces softly and although they have only just started, Harry is scared he’s not going to last. Dreaming of this moment since he was a young Alpha becoming aware of his body and who he was attracted to, and now finally having his dream become his reality, was almost proving to be his undoing.

They say dreams never live up to reality, but those people have never had the pleasure of being in love with Louis, and finally having the chance to openly love someone he never imagined would be his, was frankly blowing his mind. He Gritted his teeth to stave off his premature, oncoming orgasm, because Louis is tight, too fucking tight, that he is feeling every inch of his walls and they clamp down around his too sensitive dick, every vein, every curve, everything is just too delicate. He’s not going to survive this encounter, but oh, what a way to go.

“ Jesus Lou, oh shit, you are doing so good baby, so good.“

Harry has noticed Louis is very quiet. Nothing like he had been during his heat. Admitting he was well awake and that he remembers everything, it makes him wonder whether something is wrong.

Harry stops immediately and turns him around. Louis is surprised and kind of shocked.

“ What’s wrong?“ Louis says making Harry tilt his head, confused and scared of the response.

“ I was going to ask you the same thing. Are you good? You are being so quiet.“

Harry relaxes when he sees a smile.

“ Just happy, now catch.“

Louis jumps up into Harry’s arms resuming the position they were first in earlier. Harry kisses his forehead as Louis doesn’t hesitate as he lowers straight down onto him.

It’s only a moment later when Harry hits that spot.

“ Fucccck, yes, oh fuck.“

With one hand holding him up firmly, he uses his other hand to tug Louis’ dick. Six pulls is all it took before Louis’ cum spurted out everywhere.

“ Harrrry.“

Harry thrust his hips into the omega, sweat dripping down the sides of his face. He could feel the swell of his knot forming but he didn’t want to do that. Not here, and not like this. He didn’t want to rush it, he pulls out and held his cock, letting out a hiss as his own cum floated to the top of the water.

Bliss. Where you reach a state of perfect happiness, oblivious of everything else. Harry and Louis have finally broken the sexual tension with both being fully aware of one’s actions. It wasn’t a lot but it was a start.

Is it going to change anything? Will things progress now or will one run away?

“ You still wanna go and get food? I’m so freaking hungry now!“

Harry shakes his head and laughs.

“ If that’s what you want, little omega, then that’s what you shall receive.“

🐺

*** 2 MONTHS LATER ***

Louis has spent every single night at Harry’s. Considering things were supposed to go slow, things seem to be progressing rather fast, but the boys have fallen into such a natural habit that it seems Louis’ previous desire to go slow was now proving inconsequential, especially as Louis now shares Harry’s bedroom daily.

Oli, Zayn, Liam, Harry and Louis had not long returned from downtown. Zayn had suggested they go out for drinks and what had quickly become a great night out turned sour pretty fast when an alpha who fancied Louis picked up that he wasn’t mated.

Before leaving for the club, Louis had refused to wear Harry’s shirt, telling Harry it was unnecessary. He had thought it was a little silly, but all that changed when the Alpha’s jealousy got the better of him and lost his control against the other Alpha.

There had been many drinks consumed and emotions were high. Liam had volunteered to be the designated driver and Harry took note of how the very limited alcohol hit Louis pretty hard. That was new. Louis used to pack down the liquor better than anyone he knew but tonight, 2 drinks and he was tipsy.

“ Are you still mad at me?“

Harry nudged Louis gently in the backseat as Liam pulled into the driveway.

Louis wasn’t mad, in fact, the drive home had allowed himself time to remember what it felt like being an alpha. He should have worn the shirt, he knew Harry was worried and he had been right. He looked at the alphas concerned stare and leant forward to kiss his lips.

“ Not mad sweet, but I do really need to pee.“

Harry grinned while all his concerns instantly dissolved.

“ Pee huh, well…..“

Harry reached out and tickled the shit out of him causing Louis to scream and squirm.

“ Harrrrrry stop it, oh my god, stop it.“

Liam looked at Zayn and Zayn looked at Liam. It felt nice and both lads couldn’t be any happier for their friends. For the last two months, Harry and Louis had been living in what some might call a honeymoon stage. Endless kisses, endless hugs, endless laughs. Sometimes if things are seeming too good to be true, it kinda means it normally is. Harry has that feeling and is currently waiting for things to suddenly crash.

“ Ewe, guys stop sucking each other’s face for a split second and answer me. Do you guys wanna watch a movie or not?“

Louis blushes at that as they approach the front door. Even in the moonlight Harry can see how clear and glowing Louis’ skin has become since the change. He can’t believe that this omega is his.

“ Yes, my room. Oh unless you are tired?“ He asks, looking at Louis.

“ A movie sounds good actually.“

🐺

They all crowd into Harry’s room, with Harry and Louis pressed against the bedhead while Zayn and Liam cuddle towards the foot of the bed. The movie has only been playing for twenty minutes before Louis becomes restless.

“ You alright?“

Louis looks at Harry as he pulls back the blanket.

“ I’m fine, just thirsty. A little dehydrated, I think. You want anything from the kitchen? I’m a little peckish too.“

Harry nods a no and reaches for his hand. It’s weird and unexplainable, but something tells Harry to hold him. He uses his thumb and gently caresses his hand and the omega becomes worried.

“ What’s the matter?“ He asks.

Harry doesn’t want to lie, but at the same time, how does he explain what it is he is currently experiencing.

“ Nothing, just hurry back.“

Louis doesn’t overthink it, in fact he downplays it.

“ I will be gone for two minutes, god you are such a typical alpha.“ He softly laughs.

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Louis’ footsteps echo down the hallway as he heads for the kitchen, but his feet are taking him in another direction. He is approaching his old room when an overpowering idea jumps into his thoughts. He doesn’t know why he feels the need to go in there, but something is pulling at him to do so. He knows he shouldn’t be going in there, but he can’t help himself. He hesitates before resting his hand on the doorknob. A feeling of unease flowing through him. As he turns the handle, he’s surprised to find that the door is locked. Weird. He searches the top of the door frame for the spare key that he had hid there many moons ago, letting out a relieved breath when his fingers finally land on it. He inserts the key into the lock and turns it, the click of the lock echoing in the silence. With a deep breath, Louis pushes the door open, unsure of what he’ll find inside.“

As he flicks on the light, he’s hit with a wave of nostalgia but that doesn’t last long, not long indeed, because something is different, very very different. The room that used to be his, is now unrecognizable and completely transformed. The walls are painted a deep shade of yellow, and the bed is gone. The room is now filled with unfamiliar furniture, and then he sees it.

Louis feels a wave of emotions overloading him like a tidal wave. He’s excited, confused, disoriented, and probably a bit too drunk still, which explains why he is a bit scared as the memories of his times here hit him hard. He takes a deep breath and slowly walks around the room, trying to make sense of the changes. He opens his eyes wider as he runs his fingers along the items. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. Everything is different, unrecognizable, and he can’t make sense of it……. until the light bulb goes off in his brain.

Louis has finally put the pieces together as he grins widely.

“ Holy fuck.“ He says quietly to himself excitedly. “ HOLY FUCK!!“

He doesn’t even bother turning off the light or re locking the door. He no longer cares about his stomach that is growling and how thirsty he is as he sprints back towards Harry’s room. Barging through the door, he gives no time for anyone to question his excitement as he runs and bowls Liam over on the bed.

“ YOUR PREGNANT !!!!“

Louis is over excited for his friend as happy tears form while looking down to Liams belly. He knew how much Liam had wanted this and it’s melting his heart. His old room had been turned into the beginnings of a nursery with new paint, a baby’s crib and clothes.

“ Why hadn’t you told me?“ He rushes out, eager for Liam’s response. But Liam was staring at him and it was becoming clear that wires had been crossed.

“ Shit, you didn’t want to tell anyone yet, I’ve ruined the surprise haven’t I? Shit, I’m so sorry Li.“

Louis looks at Zayn who is biting his bottom lip and now Liam looks scared. Louis is zero point zero two seconds away from speaking when Zayn suddenly pikes up looking nervous, and only then does he watch the way Zayn ignores Harry who is shaking his head no.

“ No, um, Sorry, but Liam and I are not expecting, nor do we plan to be.“

Louis has clearly misread everything when he sees Liam wipe his eyes sadly. There is definitely confusion at first, and as Zayn follows Liam who has stood up and begun collecting his things, he hurriedly turns to Harry for answers, because he has no idea what he has done wrong.

Louis feels his heart racing as he flicks his eyes around at each of them. He hates seeing Liam upset, and he can’t shake off the feeling that something is terribly wrong. He feels like he’s losing control, and he doesn’t know what to do next. As he looks at Harry, he can see the guilt written all over his face. He knows by that look alone that Harry knows something, but he can’t figure out what it is.

Louis feels it deep down, his omega is howling and shying back into a pitiful depression, but in a way he hasn’t felt before, a type of feeling previously unknown to him. He’s starting to recognize that maybe, more so than not, that he has been betrayed by his friends somehow, and it’s beginning to become overwhelming. He feels like he’s been left out in the dark, and he can’t help but feel like he’s been lied to. He feels like he’s been robbed of information, and he’s struggling to come to terms with it.

“ But my room, it’s a nursery.“ He says bewildered, now concerned at the panic on Harry’s face.

“ Harry?“

Harry is going to fucking cry. He has worked hard to rebuild what he once had with Louis, and now he is watching it all begin to crumble down around him.

“ Harry? What is going on? please“ He asks again.

Harry knows the best thing he can do right now in order to salvage any part of their relationship is to just tell the truth.

“ The nursery is for me, Lou.“

Louis doesn’t understand properly yet until Harry continues his sentence.

“ I have a pup arriving soon, in a couple of months, I’m really sorry Louis. I wanted to tell you earlier and and -“

Harry takes a step forward, which results in Louis taking two steps back.

“ A pup?“

Louis’ face was contorted with a mixture of shock, hurt, and betrayal. His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape. He stood frozen, unable to move or speak, as if the weight of the news was too much to bear. He feels like he’s in a nightmare that he can’t wake up from, and he can’t help but feel upset, his mind, belly and heart all in sync as his entire body trembles with heartache. His body language was tense, with his shoulders hunched forward, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. It was as if he were trying to protect himself from any more pain or anguish.

“ It’s Brad’s isn’t it? Where is he, no one sees him anymore, is this why?“ He mutters softly.

He can see out the corner of his eye that Zayn and Liam are exiting out the door quietly as Harry’s face slumbers. Louis can see Harry is hurt as he muffles out the words he never thought he would say.

“ He is pregnant, yes, but Louis I don’t love him, there is nothing going on, please I beg of you, please believe me.“

As Louis tried to process the news, the initial facial expressions have shifted from shock to sadness. His eyes swelled up with tears, his lips quivering as he tried to hold back a sob. It’s safe to say that Louis looked as if he had been punched in the gut, as his whole body was wrecked with acute pain.

Despite his best efforts to hold it together, he eventually began to let the tears spill down his cheeks.

“ Whatever this “ Louis begins pointing between them. “ was, whatever was forming there Harry. It stops now.“

Louis’ voice is so firm but so sad, and Harry is determined to convince Louis that this pregnancy won’t get in the way of their relationship. He is sure of it. There is no way he wants to lose him all over again.

“ Lou, it was one time, the first time you went into heat-“

Louis is still busy comprehending what he just heard and is not really paying attention to Harry’s words.

“ WHEN THE HELL WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME , HARRY! After the pup was born? Shit, I can’t believe this, I was so stupid to do all this with you. I’ve got to go. I can’t be here.“

Louis is immediately sent into overdrive as he rushes around the room collecting all his belongings. Harry becomes frantic as he watches on, his whole world dissolving before his very own eyes. The next thing he knows, Louis is opening up the bedroom door.

“ I DON’T LOVE HIM LOUIS.“

Harry yells it as a last minute attempt to delay him from leaving.

“ I love you.“

The words are spoken so tenderly and Louis can feel it in all ways possible, that Harry is being genuine. He can feel it, his omega can feel it, the universe probably feels it, but even still, it doesn’t change the situation by any means. Louis turns around, his hand still grasping the handle.

“ I know you do and you know what Harry. I loved you too.“

Harry doesn’t say anything, he just begins to slowly walk closer, but Louis puts a stop to that before he reaches him.

“ But you are about to become a parent and Brad-“

“ Brad is no-one to me Louis, you are everything and -“

“ Harry, stop.“

Harry is nervous beyond all measures as he watches the man he loves tremble as he hears the rejection he has always dreaded.

“ I can’t be with you Harry, you as well as I, both know you need to mate him. You will have a family now.“

Harry shakes his head side to side vigorously as he takes a hold of Louis’ hands.

“ Over my dead body I will. I changed you to mate you baby, I’m not going to submit my devotion to him when I don’t love him. I won’t do it. Don’t ask me to do that Louis, I can’t, I won’t!“

Louis reaches up, wiping away one of Harry’s tears.

“ The elders won’t like a pack leader with a pup, who is not mated. You know i’m right on this.“

Louis has already anticipated what was coming and he beats Harry to it.

“ No, you will not do that either. You are a great leader Harry and everyone needs you.“

“ I don’t care, I… I’ve told Brad I will help with the pup, but I will not be mating with him, that I will be mating you and -“

There is no way on this planet Louis would allow Harry to step down as pack leader. Louis has no clue what to say or do, right now he is so overwhelmed. He listens to his heart instead of his head for a change, and wraps his arms around Harry’s torso to bury his head into his chest. The chest that is beating so damn fast and hard. Harry knows what he is doing and it breaks his heart. Louis looks up at him, their eyes connecting for one last time before nuzzling into the crook of his neck to inhale sharply. Harry scents him with his entire being, with everything in his power the room fills thick and strong with the aroma of coffee beans and warm drizzling chocolate.

Harry’s alpha is gnawing at the omegas sadness and distress that is being emitted as Harry hugs him tightly.

The alpha’s pain is like a physical ache in his chest. It’s a constant, clawing feeling that he can’t shake off. He can feel the omega’s sadness like a weight on his heart, and it’s almost suffocating him. He wants to do everything in his power to make the omega feel better, but it’s like he’s hitting a brick wall. He can feel the omega’s pain so acutely that it’s almost like it’s his own. It’s like a constant reminder that Louis is too good for him and his mistakes, But it’s hard when he feels like he’s drowning in the omega’s emotions. All he wants to do is make everything better, to chase away the sadness and make the omega smile again. But he’s fighting a losing battle, and it’s tearing him apart.

For a second Harry was so caught up in the moment that he had thought he had convinced Louis to stay, to be with him, to mate him, but when Louis looks up at him again, he can see through the pain in his eyes that it isn’t the case.

Louis is leaving him.

“You will be a wonderful parent and you -”

“ Lou, please i’m fucking begging you, don’t walk out that door.“

Harry has a tight grip on his wrist but the pain of that is nothing in comparison to the pain he is currently feeling residing in his chest. They say that true love is always abiding to do the right things for that special someone’s happiness, even if it hurts. Louis knows Harry will be a great dad and a protective and loving mate if he allows himself. He is sure Harry will fall in love with that pup the moment it is born, and with the time spent with Brad they could be a nice little happy family. He wants that for Harry, he really does. So he knows the only way to get Harry to do the right thing is to make him believe that Louis isn’t affected by it.

“ Harry. I need you to listen to me very carefully. If you love me like you say you do, then I need you to accept what I’m about to say with no further questions or conversation. In the next sixty seconds I am going to walk out of this room and you, you need to let me go this time. Don’t chase me, don’t text me, just let me go. I never wanted this life, but you have shown me now how truly lucky I am to have experienced this, and how to embrace my new self. Harry look at me please.“

Harry is having trouble keeping his composure. He was not expecting this reaction from Louis at all. It isn’t like him one bit. Where is the screaming and swearing, hell he would even appreciate a punch to the face right now, because Louis is too calm and collected and shit, Harry can now see the new development as he realizes that Louis is acting like ….. an omega. He blows out a bit of air from his lips as he pulls himself together. He looks into that sea of blue that he has loved for many years, as Louis hits him with the final blow.

“ I forgive you Harry. Do you hear me? I forgive you. For everything. From the change, to being an asshole, to sleeping with Brad, god, for even making me fall in love with you, I FORGIVE YOU.“

Harry is a crying mess and Louis is trying his hardest to stay strong. He needs to be in order for this to work. To make Harry see that this is the right decision…..For both of them.

“ But with me saying that H, I need you to let me go. I need you to let me move on with my life. You have a family now, and me…. I will find an alpha and -“

Just hearing that alone makes Harry growl deeply and truth be told, it scares Louis immensely.

“ We will be alright Harry, just separately. That’s all.“

Louis leans up onto his tippy toes and presses a kiss to his lips. A kiss so sweet, so gentle and intimate.

“ I’m going to miss you, alpha.“

And fuck…… Harry could swear he is dying and maybe he is on track with that. All his insides are burning, a painful sting ripping through his entire body as he obeys Louis’ request by not saying a thing.

And just like that, Louis is gone.

It’s been said many times before that in life we don’t seem to recognise the significant moments we endure whilst they are happening. We seem to grow complacent with different things or ideas, and even people. We take a lot of life’s experiences and gifts for granted and it’s usually not until we are losing those opportunities or in this case, watching them walk away, that we realise just how lucky we had been.

As for Louis, as he walks down the stairs quickly in the hopes of not seeing anyone, he wipes his tears as he finally accepts in his heart what he has already known for a long time.

He loves Harry. So fucking much that he hates himself for it. Hates the fact that he let himself fall in love, knowing it was a bad idea to begin with.

But loving Harry is not enough in this situation. Love can not change the past and it most certainly can not change the future. It may have taken a while to fully understand and acknowledge how much he loves Harry, but unfortunately it’s too late.

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Jay is awoken by a loud knock on the front door. Looking over she checks her clock, noticing how late it is. 1.32 am. At first she is scared as she jumps out of bed grabbing her dressing gown and baseball bat. She manoeuvres downstairs cautiously as she approaches the front door. Looking out the peep hole she quickly undoes the latches and opens the door.

Her baby, her first born pride and joy is drenched in water as the rain pelts down around him. She grabs him when she notices he isn’t coherent and she surely doesn’t miss the blotchy cheeks and tears. As soon as she manages to pull him inside, she doesn’t care about getting herself wet as she opens up her arms widely.

“Oh darling, come here. What happened?”

She knew deep down she wasn’t going to get an answer as she gently caressed his back. Louis pulled away and walked over into the lounge room. He laid down on the lounge and rolled over, so as to not face her. Jay quickly grabs a blanket and places it over him as she wishes he would change out of those wet clothes, but she knows there is no chance of it happening. She runs her hand across his head softly, her loving motherly instincts reminding her to let him rest. She bends down to kiss the top of his head before turning off the light.

Again, just like months ago, Louis is back in her house on the lounge, in the very same spot, with the very same tears. Only this time, the future for Louis isn’t looking so pleasant.

Life for Louis, is unfortunately about to become a lot more harder.

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A/N

Do I need to hide again?

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P.s I do love you all, I promise.

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Chapter 14- Where is he?

A/N

Ok listen up, this chapter might be a little bit weird, never have I done something like this before. It’s a shorter chapter than usual, BUT Harry and Louis are not really in this chapter. Why, you may ask? Well read and find out 🤣 It’s only a once off, but let me know if it worked .

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‘The soul always knows what it needs to do in order to heal itself, the biggest and hardest challenge is to silence the mind. If you just allow your body and consciousness to rest, the healing will occur by itself. Falling into a pit of grief is the last act of love we give to those we fully gave ourselves to. For where there was once deep grief, there was deep love.’

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The sun had not yet risen, as the living room was still contained with darkness. Louis struggled to pry open his eyes, his vision blurred and hazy. A shiver raced down his spine, causing his body to involuntarily tense as an unsettling sense of worry washed over him. He desperately tried to push himself up from the worn-out lounge, but his weakened state left him feeling unsteady on his feet.

All night his body had been wracked with sobs, his eyes red and swollen from the tears that refused to abate. He felt as though his heart had been ripped out of his chest, leaving a hollow ache in its place, a feeling so palpable he could almost taste it. His face was contorted with pain, his muscles tense and aching from the constant tension that threatened to consume him.

The night had stretched on endlessly, a never-ending parade of agony and despair. His mind refused to rest, tormenting him with visions of what a future without Harry might hold; a desolate wasteland of loneliness and regret is only the beginning. For so long, they had been inseparable, like two halves of the same whole. How could he even begin to imagine a life without him?

His inner omega whimpered in fear, trembling with the uncertainty of what lay ahead. The bond between them was so strong, so all-encompassing, that the thought of severing it was almost too much to bear. And yet, he knew deep down that it was the right thing to do. Harry deserved to be happy, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness in the process.

The pain has been relentless, unyielding, and it seemed as though it would never end. Every inch of his body felt raw and sore, a physical manifestation of the overwhelming emotions that threatened to swallow him entirely. He had never felt this lost, this alone, this desperate. He prayed for the darkness to take him, to grant him the sweet release of oblivion, but it never came. He was trapped, a prisoner of his own anguish.

As he stood, the room began to spin around him, the walls closing in as his head swarmed with dizziness. His heart ached, an inexplicable pain radiating from his chest, as if each beat sent waves of sorrow through his entire being. He clutched at his chest, hoping to quell the pain, but it only intensified, gripping his emotions and squeezing them mercilessly.

His mind, clouded with thoughts of Harry, compelled him to yearn for their once vibrant bond, but the image that plagued his thoughts was that of Brad, Harry’s future ‘mate’. The mere thought of Brad sent a sharp pang through his chest, like daggers piercing his wounded heart. The overwhelming weight of a love that could no longer bloom terrorizing to suffocate him, leaving him gasping for air.

Desperation filled every fiber of his being, as his voice emerged as a mere whisper, barely audible in the silence of the room. “Harry,” he sighed, the name floating from his lips like a fragile prayer. He wanted to call out to his mother, Jay, who lay blissfully asleep and unaware upstairs, but the words became tangled in his throat. Every attempt to speak seemed futile, as if his voice had been stolen by the darkness that encroached upon him.

With each passing moment, the world around him blurred, melding into a shadowed abyss. His body, no longer able to withstand the strain, succumbed to the weight of this unknown obscurity forcing himself to stagger back onto the lounge. He felt his foot collide with a nearby lamp, sending it crashing to the floor in a cacophony of shattered glass and splintered wood.

As his consciousness slipped away, Louis could no longer discern where reality ended and the void began. Visions of Harry, of Brad, of a love that had soured, entwined with the shards of his fractured heart flooded his mind. Was it a dream? A nightmare? Or a cruel reality that awaited him on the precipice of the unknown?

Little did Louis know, this would mark the beginning of a dark journey that would redefine his existence. An odyssey filled with unexpected twists and turns, dark secrets, and a revelation that would leave him questioning everything he thought he knew. The path ahead promised to be treacherous, yet enthralling, stirring emotions he never knew were hidden within. The entryway to a world of forbidden desires and electrifying surprises awaited; it was time for Louis to embark on an cruel adventure that would test his strength, challenge his beliefs, and ultimately unveil the truth that lay buried within his shattered heart.

Whatever this was, had the omega losing all his senses at once.

How does one survive this?

A life without Harry?

Without hope?

How does one move on, when the heart won’t simply allow it?

The loud sound, like a frightening symphony reverberated through the house resulting in Jay being jolted awake from her deep slumber. Her heart pounded vehemently in her chest as she sprang out of bed, her motherly instincts taking over in an instant. Stepping out the bedroom door she is met with a scared Lotti who is also peering down the hallway.

“ Is that Louis, mum?“

“ I’m not sure sweetheart, please go into your sister’s room and stay put until I tell you, do you understand?“

Lotti nodded her head as Jay guided her into the next room.

She raced down the stairs, her bare feet pattering against the cold, hard floor. As she stepped into the living room, her breath caught in her throat.

The light from the lamp that lay shattered on the floor illuminated Louis, who lay sprawled on the lounge, his body pendulous and lifeless. Jay’s heart is pounding rapidly in her chest, her breaths coming out in short gasps as she ran over to her son’s unmoving form. The living room’s usual light atmosphere now felt like a dark and ominous place. She dropped to her knees beside him, placing a trembling hand on his chest, hoping to feel a heartbeat, but it was only barely there. “Louis!” she cried out, her voice choked with fear. “ Louis!!“ She tried again as she shook him.

Panic clawed at her stomach as she searched frantically for any signs of life. Her mind raced with possibilities of what could have happened, all of them culminating in the same gnawing fear - that she had lost her son. She snatched up her phone, dialling Harry’s number with shaking hands, but there was no answer.

Jay’s world began to unravel as she dialled Zayn’s and Liam’s numbers, but both of their phones went unanswered as well, both going to voicemail. So she reached out for an elder, but they too followed suit by not answering. Her breath caught in her throat, the realization set in that she was completely alone and helpless.

As she frantically searched for some way to wake Louis up, Jay’s phone rang announcing an incoming call. It was one of the elders returning the call, and Jay felt relief flood her body at the sound of his voice. She explained the situation to him, fighting to keep her voice from breaking as she begged him to send someone over.

As Jay waited for help to arrive just as the morning sunset appeared, tears rolled down her cheeks as the weight of the situation bore down on her. She could see her son’s chest rise and fall with shallow breaths, but he was still unresponsive.

The seconds dragged on agonizingly slow as Jay clung to the hope of her son’s survival. She was torn between her need to act in the moment and the overwhelming feeling of helplessness. Every second that passed felt like an eternity.

She had rang Harry, Liam, and Zayn over and over but nothing. No one was answering her. It made absolutely no sense.

Finally, the sound of footsteps broke the deafening silence, and Jay looked up to see a healer rushing through the door towards her.

“ Step aside, please give me some room.“

There was no time for pleasantries and that didn’t bother Jay one bit, Louis was what was important.

The elder named Clifford, who was also the local pack physician, got set to work straight away, and Jay could only watch on as he performed the examination, waiting desperately for any sign of life from her son.

Time seemed to blur and warp around her as Jay waited, her heart on the bridge of collapsing with anticipation. Her lips formed a silent prayer as she begged any higher power that would listen to spare her son’s life. And then, with a suddenness that made her heart skip a beat, Louis drew in a deep breath and let out a ragged cough.

Jay felt her body release a breath it had been holding for far too long. The relief pouring out of her was almost too much to bear. In that moment, nothing else mattered - not the isolation, not the confusion - just the knowledge that her son was still alive.

When Louis finally regained semi consciousness, he found his mother sitting beside him, eyes red and puffy from crying. Her entire body shook with relief as she pulled him to her chest, shock and exhaustion momentarily forgotten as she embraced him with a fierce, almost desperate tenderness. But that was it, Louis didn’t even get to say anything as he fell back against the cushions, almost instantly falling back under into a deeper darkness than before, a darkness that no one but Louis understood, and this time, he wasn’t coming out of it.

Jay screamed at watching her son go limp. She had no idea what was happening, was it something to do with the change, that she had no clue of. It was still a scary thing for her to think about, as no one in their own pack or surrounding areas had ever been changed before. There was still so much of the unknown regarding the ‘cursed moon’ and Jay could see the concern on Clifford’s face.

Jay isn’t silly, she is starting to put the puzzle pieces together.

“ No no no, nooooooooo.“ She bellowed, turning as she faced the man who looked on with sympathy.

“ I’m sorry Jay, what the hell happened to cause this?“

Jay fell to Louis’ side once more, reaching out to clasp his hands in hers as she ignores the elders question.

“ Where is his Alpha, he has one right? I can smell an alpha. He needs him Jay, right now, it’s the only way.“

Jay is a blubbering mess as tears roll down her cheeks as the severity of what’s happening finally hits her.

Louis has dropped.

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Jay kept pacing the kitchen, her eyes darting towards the window every few seconds. Her anxiety was in full swing as she picked up her phone once more. She tried to reach anyone who could tell her anything about Harry’s whereabouts.

She needed Harry now, Harry needed to be here.

As she looked out the window, she saw Lotti sitting with the twins on the grass outside. They were talking amongst themselves creating a lustrous radiance as the children laughed, oblivious to Jay’s inner turmoil. Her eyes lingered a bit longer on their happy faces as a pang of despair pierced through her chest. Why couldn’t her life be as simple as their innocent laughter?

Clifford had left moments ago in an attempt to find some more help.

Jay desperately placed another call to Anne. This time, she was grateful that she had finally picked up, her voice shaking with fear and uncertainty as she relayed the news of Louis’ drop to her friend as she took a deep breath and managed to compose herself slightly.

“Anne, I need you to call Harry and get him over here ASAP. Louis has dropped Anne, my baby has dropped and we don’t have much time.” She cried, tears escaping her eyes.

On the other side of the line, Anne’s face fell as she listened to Jay’s distraught words. “I’m so sorry, Jay. Harry disappeared. He lashed out last night destroying his house. He took off after an altercation with Zayn, Jay, no one can find him. We have all been out searching for him all night and morning. I’m so sorry. We have no idea where he could be. But we’ll find him. I promise.”

Jay’s heart dropped as Anne’s words sank in. She didn’t know what to do or where to turn. All she knew was that she needed to help Louis and pray that Harry was found safe and sound. The kitchen automatically seemed darker, threatening to swallow her hope as she tried to piece together a plan.

“ What the hell happened, did Louis and Harry have a fight, god damn it he was mess last night when he got here, what the fuck is going on? I should have stayed with him , I should of-“

Jay began to cry profoundly.

The air was tense and silent, except for the sound of their heavy breathing and Anne’s occasional comforting words as Jay sniffed back her now funny nose.

“Just breathe, Jay, none of this is your fault and nothing you could have done would have changed anything. We’ll figure this out. I’m on my way over now ok, are the other children alright?”

Anne was very tentative and caring, helping to calm Jay down.

After hanging up, Jay retreated out the front where she waited outside nervously as she looked around for Anne’s car. When she saw the car approaching, she rushed over to Anne, her face etched with worry.

Anne’s tender touch as she hugged her and her reassuring voice, were a welcome relief to Jay’s frazzled nerves. Her presence eased Jay’s frantic breathing, giving her some respite from the crushing fear that was starting to consume her. Yet, the intense pressure bore down on her as she remembered that Harry was still missing, and Louis’ life hung in the balance.

Jay’s heart was heavy as she tried to keep calm and come up with a solution. The two parents had trusted Harry to keep Louis safe and protected, but he had disappeared, and with them both not having a full rundown of the story, it was making things a tad hard.

“ Clifford said I need Harry’s scent around him, lots of it. I’ve started baking and -“

“ Baking?“

“ Yeah, it’s a long story, can you help out with any clothes etc, he isn’t doing well Anne.“

Anne engulfed her into her arms again.

“ We’ve got this ok. I will gather some stuff and-“

Anne stopped mid sentence as her phone began to ring. She couldn’t help but have some faith when she saw it was Zayn.

“ Did you find him?“

Jay was quiet as she listened on, chewing on her nails.

“ Zayn, you need to find him immediately, Louis has dropped. Im with Jay and-“

It went silent as Anne just listened and nodded in agreement.

“ Ok. Be quick, please.“

Hanging up the phone, Jay looked at Anne with desperation in her eyes.

“ I’m sorry, they haven’t found him. Zayn said he and the others are on their way now, he said they need to move Louis carefully over to Harry’s bedroom. It’s where his scent is the strongest.“

Jay took a few steps over to where her eyes landed on her sleeping boy.

“ Ok.“

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Zayn felt a deep pit form in his stomach as he gazed at Louis’ peaceful face. The omega lay nestled in Harry’s bed, surrounded by a fortress of soft garments. Hoodies, t-shirts, and sweatpants mingled together, providing a cozy cocoon for Louis to rest in. Zayn could smell the distinct scent of Harry’s cologne mixed with a coffee and chocolate aroma, and it made him feel strangely melancholic.

As Liam fretted beside him, Zayn’s mind travelled to the past; the time when the pack was one cohesive unit; living and loving together. Now, they were fragmented, divided by circumstances beyond their control. Louis was trapped in limbo, his fate hanging by a fragile thread.

The bed itself was a mess, clothes strewn carelessly everywhere; a colorful collage of Harry’s wardrobe. Liam was placing garments on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was part of a ritual, a prayer for Louis’ recovery. The cupcakes that Anne and Jay had placed were a stark contrast, the chocolate colour taunting their despair.

Zayn couldn’t help but feel pessimistic about the situation. Nothing seemed to be working, and even though he had agreed when Liam had begged him for it, cuddling into Louis’ side was pointless, he knew that it wouldn’t make a difference. The omega had already made his decision; his heart lay with Harry, no matter what.

Liam’s desperation was palpable, as was Jay’s despair, and Zayn could feel the heavy weight of responsibility on his shoulders. They were in a sense, one big family, an unconventional one, but a family nonetheless, and the pain that each member felt was akin to his own.

As they sat in silence, unable to voice the fears that gripped them, Liam’s voice trembled as he broke the deafening silence.

“I-I tried calling Harry several times since last night, but he didn’t answer. Each and every time, it went straight to voicemail.”

Zayn’s eyes widened in surprise. He had always known Harry to be a responsible alpha, always picking up when called, but to turn off his phone was completely unlike him.

“He didn’t even have his phone on him when he left,” Liam continued, his tone low and worried. “ I know that now, because when I went up to his room to organise and clean it before Louis arrived, I saw that his phone was smashed on the floor.“

The news was like a sucker punch to Zayn’s gut. His mind raced with thoughts of what could have happened to Harry. Was he hurt? Lost in the forest? Had he abandoned them completely? The whole Brad debacle had sent Harry into a destructive whirlwind. After Louis had left last night, Harry had hit the alcohol pretty hard, even coming to a head to head blow with Zayn who had been trying to get him to calm down after he went on a rampage of punching walls and throwing shit everywhere.

Liam’s words had also confirmed their worst fears, that there was no way of communicating with Harry. The pack’s bond had always been strong, they could to a small degree, sense each other’s emotions and thoughts, but their connection was fraying at the edges.

Zayn couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding- as if they were all hurtling towards an uncertain future. They had always relied on each other, and with Harry’s absence and Louis’ deep sleep, their family was broken.

Hopelessness hits Zayn as he buried his face in his hands. Harry was missing, and Louis remained in peril- what more could go wrong?

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Zayn had been by Louis’ side for six long, agonizing hours. The room they were in was devoid of any sound except for the faint beeping of the heart monitor. Clifford and two other elders had set up precautions to keep an eye on Louis’ physical well being. Louis laid there, an empty shell of the lively person he usually was, his face pale and motionless. There was a suffocating tension settling over the pack house. The once vibrant walls now seemed dull, the laughter and banter that once echoed through the hallways replaced by anxious whispers and worried glances.

Oli had assembled every able-bodied pack member for a search party, determined to find Harry, whose unexplained disappearance had only added fuel to the fire of uncertainty and fear. The pack house had become a gathering place, a hub of distressed faces and worried conversations. From the youngest members seeking solace in the embrace of their parents to the elders huddled together in a corner, the whole pack was united in their concern for Louis’ and their missing alpha.

Amidst the organized chaos, Jay felt suffocated. Her heart pounded in her chest, anxiety gnawing at her every thought. She needed space, a momentary escape from the stifling atmosphere. As she slipped through the crowded corridors, her footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, the noise and chaos fading away behind her.

Jay pushed open the large double doors, expecting the cool night air to revitalize her. Heavy clouds obscured the moon, casting an eerie, dim light over the surrounding landscape. She wrapped her arms around herself, a feeble attempt to shield herself from the chill that crept into her bones.

She leaned against the railing of the porch and let out a sigh, her thoughts racing with worry for Harry and Louis. Her heart ached with every minute that passed, with still no news.

A soft drizzle began to fall, tiny droplets brushing against her skin like a delicate caress. Jay tilted her head back, allowing the rain to wash away some of the weight on her shoulders. Each droplet mixed with her tears, the mingling emotions merging into an indistinguishable blur.

A rustling sound near the porch drew her attention. Anne, her close friend and confidante, followed Jay’s steps. She watched as the turbulent emotions flickered across Jay’s face, concern etched in her eyes.

Without a word, Anne moved closer, sensing Jay’s need for comfort. The two women stood silently on the porch, their companionship unspoken yet palpable. The scent of damp earth mingled with the rain, carrying with it a melange of emotions - fear, hope, and love.

Jay felt Anne’s comforting presence, a lifeline amid the storm of uncertainty.

“How are you holding up?” Anne asked gently.

She turned to her friend, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s all too much, Anne. I don’t know how to handle this.”

Anne placed a gentle hand on Jay’s trembling shoulder. “I know, Jay, but you’re not alone in this. We’re all here for you, ready to help however we can.”

Jay nodded, grateful for Anne’s advice. She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it back from her face. “I just wish Harry was here, that probably sounds selfish, I’m sorry Anne, I didn’t even think how you must be feeling with Harry gone.” Anne gave her a small smile. “He’ll come back. You know Harry, he’s strong.”

Jay sighed, her eyes drifting back to the forest. “What if he’s hurt, or worse?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Anne took a deep breath, trying to come up with the right words to console her friend. “I know my boy, he probably just needs space, we’ll find him. The entire pack is looking for him, and Louis, he’s a fighter. We just need to have faith.”

Jay nodded, “I just feel so helpless.”

Anne nodded in a mutual understanding.

“Sometimes it’s okay to feel like that. Even the strongest of leaders need a moment to just breathe. Unfortunately the timing is just off this time around. Jay sweetheart, we all know that if Harry knew Louis was in trouble, he would be here in a flash.”

Jay let out a small smile at her friend’s words.

Anne squeezed Jay’s shoulder, her voice carrying a quiet resolve. “We will find him, Jay. The pack is searching everywhere. We won’t rest until he’s safe.”

Jay tried to conjure a small smile, but it faltered.

Anne’s gaze softened, mirroring Jay’s pain. “It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. But you’re a strong omega and mother Jay. Take this moment to breathe, to gather your strength. You don’t have to bear it all alone.”

Jay closed her eyes, tears mingling with the falling rain. She found solace in Anne’s words, in the understanding woven within her friend’s voice. The weight on her shoulders didn’t lift entirely, but a sliver of hope seeped into her heart.

They stood on the porch, two figures embracing the impending rain. The night enveloped them, and for a fleeting moment, amidst the turmoil, Jay found a brief respite from the storm raging within her.

She knew that she would have to face the chaos inside again soon, but for now, she could stay with her friend out here and breathe.

“ He truly loves Louis, you know that right?“

Jay smiled at that.

“ I know, and Louis feels the same.“

Sharing a knowing smile, Anne gives her once last cuddle.

“ We always said if it could happen, it would.“

Jay adjusted her jacket nodding to go back inside as she reminisced.

“ We did say that yes, I just thought it would have had a happier ending.“

Anne rubbed Jay’s back softly as she passed her.

“ Their story isn’t over yet, love.“

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Chapter 15 - Life goes on

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TW

Mentions of pre-term labour.

Minor character death.

Medical emergency causing emotional trauma .

This chapter could trigger people.

Read at your own peril.

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‘Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that others can not see or feel. Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes, this is what awakens us.’

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For three torturous days, Zayn had sat vigil by Louis’ side, praying that the omega would awaken from this nightmare. Louis had recently plunged into a deep omega drop, one from which Zayn thought he would never emerge, powerless against the crippling worry that had been tormenting him ever since. He had been praying for the omega to wake up after checking on Louis every hour, sometimes multiple times an hour just hoping that Louis could pull his way out of it himself.

An omega coming out of a drop on their own was almost unheard of, usually requiring their alpha close by to be their guiding light, but Louis was strong and if anyone could do it, he could. To make Louis feel more at ease, Zayn had built him a crude nest out of anything he could find that would have Harry’s scent on it, clothing that the alpha had worn, bedding he’d slept in, he’d even gone as far as dousing Harry’s garments with his cologne, but the alpha’s scent was quickly dissipating.

He had been unconscious for days, and the elders were running out of strategies to rouse him. Zayn approached Louis’ bed and took his hand and held it in his own. Louis’ pulse was weaker than before, yet he was still able to sense its sluggish cadence. Zayn knelt down and gently spoke into Louis’ ear, begging Louis to return to them.

“You are so important to us. We all need you, Harry needs you, your mother depends on you, and your sisters still need you. You’re the most powerful omega I know. Lou, demonstrate that courage and strength for us. Fight your way back to us, please.”

In the world of omegas, Louis was a rare breed. He had a fierce determination and an unbreakable spirit that had inspired everyone around him. If anyone was to pull themselves out of an impossible situation, it was going to be Louis.

Zayn held Louis’ hand tightly, desperation seeping through every fibre of his being. The world was incomplete without Louis’ sassy nature, his friend was a beacon of hope in the bleakness of reality for him and Liam. Zayn’s heart ached with longing as he willed Louis to break free of the darkness that the drop was encasing him in, to return to the land of the living where he belonged.

As Zayn sat at Louis’ bedside which had become a regular ritual, his thoughts were consumed with endless what ifs, desperate pleas, and fervent prayers. His heart was heavy with grief and longing as he cast his prayers out into the universe, hoping against the odds that his friend would return to them. Each day, he watched over Louis with unwavering devotion, never giving up on the possibility of a miracle. That, and the sheer fear that Harry would kill him if he ever found out that he didn’t try his hardest.

As he was about to rise from his seat for a break, feeling resignation of the cruel inevitability of loss, he saw Louis’ eyes flutter slightly. Zayn froze in place, his body tensed with anticipation and disbelief. Could it be true? Had his prayers finally been answered?

With a trembling hand, Zayn reached out and grasped Louis’ hand tightly, waiting with bated breath for any sign that his friend was waking up. And then, as if in response to his pleas, Louis’ fingers twitched in his grip, as his eyelids opened.

Zayn’s heart leaped with hope, his voice echoing through the halls as he called out for the elders. The time had come for Louis to return to the world he had temporarily left behind, for his story was meant to continue, his destiny yet to be fulfilled.

“ Somebody, anybody, Louis is awake!“

Louis blinked a couple of times, still disoriented as he shifted a little, his eyes closing once again.

Zayn remained anchored to his chair like a sentinel, unwilling to take even a single step away from his friend, for fear that he would drift away from them again. Every fibre of his being was attuned to Louis, and with every breath his gaze locked intently on the rise and fall of his chest. In those long moments, Zayn’s mind raced back through the events of the past few days, his heart heavy with the memory of how close they had come to losing Louis forever. The terror of those moments still lingered within him; a constant reminder of how fragile life truly was.

And then, as if in response to Zayn’s thoughts, Louis let out a soft groan, jolting him back to the present moment. With a sense of cautious hope, Zayn reached out to touch his friend’s forehead, checking for any signs that he wasn’t slipping back into the abyss.

“Louis, can you hear me?” Zayn asked again, hoping that he’d be able to keep him awake.

He gripped Louis’ hand tightly; the omega’s skin was cool and clammy. Zayn had been so worried, so scared that they were going to lose him, that he was having trouble believing what he was seeing in front of him. But watching him there, slightly delirious but awake, made all the apprehension float away.

“Can you hear me, Louis?” Zayn repeated softly, trying to keep his voice steady. Louis blinked blearily, his eyes unfocused and confused. Zayn could see that Louis wasn’t fully conscious yet, but it was enough to know that he wasn’t completely lost in the darkness anymore.

Louis looked around, still disoriented. Zayn’s grip tightened on Louis’ hand, not wanting to let him drift away again. Louis’ breathing was still shaky and uneven, but it was a huge relief to know that he was no longer in the depths of a critical emergency.

Louis was awake!

“Harry?” Louis whispered, his breathing still shallow and unsteady. Zayn was shocked, but it also tugged at his heart strings at how naturally even in this semi-conscious state, he had still called for Harry.

“Harry?” Louis said again softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Zayn’s heart clenched at the sound. It was clear how much Louis was missing the alpha. He wished Harry was here to see this moment, to see Louis’ eyes fluttering open. Zayn bit back a sob. He hadn’t been able to find Harry since he’d gone missing, but Louis was finally awake, and he couldn’t be happier. He’d felt like he’d failed the pack by not being able to track their alpha leader down, but at least he could do something for Harry and be there to look after Louis. Because, mated or not, Harry had made his choice and Zayn decided it was his job to step in and protect Louis in Harry’s absence.

“No, Louis, it’s Zayn. You dropped Louis. Can you remember anything?” Zayn asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

Louis let out a soft grunt as he tried to sit up. Zayn held him steady, helping him to take some deep breaths.

“Zayn?” Louis said weakly, confusion clouding his face. His voice was weak and scratchy, but Zayn was overpowered by a wave of relief. Louis was still with them.

“Oh, thank god! Yeah, it’s me Louis. You’re going to be okay, just hang on, JAYYY” Zayn screamed, his voice filled with emotion. Louis’ eyes widened in shock as he tried to focus.

“Louis you’re going to be ok, just try to remain calm and keep taking steady breaths for me, ok Louis,” Zayn said softly, watching his face carefully for any sign of recognition. “Do you remember anything?” Zayn repeated

Louis shook his head slowly, still looking dazed. Zayn could see the exhaustion in his eyes. He knew he needed to let Louis rest, to give him time to heal before they worried about anything else.

Louis could feel his eyes get heavy again and unable to fight it anymore he gave in and closed them. Zayn felt a cold sweat run down his own back. What if Louis slipped back into the drop once again? He couldn’t bear to see him suffer anymore. “Stay with me Louis, ok, help is coming. I just need you to open those eyes again.”

“ Where’s Harry?“ Louis’ voice was barely a whisper, and Zayn felt the weight of his own grief settling on his chest.

“He’s… um..he’s missing, Louis. But we’re going to find him. You just hang in there, okay?” Zayn whispered, trying to keep his voice steady.

Zayn could feel Louis’ hand trembling under his own, as he squeezed it tightly.

Zayn didn’t know how they were going to find Harry or how they would get through this, but he knew in his heart that they eventually would. “Lou! You’re awake!” Liam exclaimed, relief flooding through him as he and Jay barged into the room.

Louis looked up at Liam, his eyes filled with confusion and fear.

“ How did this happen?“ Louis muttered groggily. “I feel strange.”

Jay wrapped her arms around him, her eyes scouring his body to make sure he was ok.

“ Jesus Louis, you scared me. Are you ok? Does it hurt anywhere, oh boobear“ Jay cried, thankful that her baby was alive and well. The embrace was short lived, as Clifford and the other healer Bruce rushed in.

The elders quickly checked Louis over, and upon examination, they discovered that Louis had awoken from the drop with some strange side effects, meaning that he was utterly fine.

Zayn made the decision then and there. He needed to go and find Harry. Zayn didn’t know where Harry could be, but he knew that he had to keep trying. Zayn knew that he couldn’t sit there waiting for Harry to just come back to them any longer.

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TIME JUMP ( 5 weeks later)

Louis woke up every morning with a heavy heart. Ever since Harry left five weeks ago, his omega struggled to find a sense of peace. It was as if something inside of him was missing, a key piece of his own being now lost. Louis would go through the motions of the day, but his mind was always with Harry.

His omega yearned for Harry’s scent, his touch, his presence. Every night, Louis would toss and turn in bed, unable to sleep. His scent was now well and truly gone and even the cupcakes that his mother and Liam were baking were barely cutting it. He would lay there and think about all the things he could have done differently, all the ways he could have been a better friend, a better lover.

He should have listened to Harry and what he wanted, maybe they could have worked out a compromise where everyone was at least a little bit happy or at least content.

Louis found himself constantly surrounded by those who cared deeply for his well being. His loving family and devoted friends hovered over him, ever watchful, providing him with a comforting cocoon of safety and security. For a time, he found solace in their protective embrace, finding comfort in the knowledge that they would always be there for him.

But as the days wore on, Louis began to feel suffocated by their constant attentiveness. It was as if they were living for him, making sure he didn’t slip again or find himself falling back into the abyss of depression. They monitored his every action, worried that the smallest misstep would undo all the progress that he had made.

Louis knew that their intentions came from a place of caring, that they only wanted what was best for him. But the constant monitoring, the overbearing vigilance, began to feel like a form of suffocation, stripping him of his autonomy and making him feel like he was drowning in their well-meaning concern. It was a conflicting feeling, as he cherished their love and care, yet yearned for a sense of independence in his own life. He just longed for the freedom to do what he wanted without everyone hovering around him.

Despite his inner turmoil, Louis never spoke up about his feelings to his family and friends. He didn’t want to hurt their feelings and knew that they only had his best interests at heart. So, he continued to go along with it, quietly suffering in silence.

The pressure built up inside of Louis until one day, he finally reached a breaking point. He exploded into a fit of anger, lashing out at those closest to him. It took everyone by surprise, and they were left scrambling, questioning what they had done wrong.

It was only then that Louis opened about how he had been feeling all this time. Everyone was shocked to hear it, but they realized that they needed to give him more space. They needed to trust him to make his own decisions and mistakes, while still being there to support him.

It was also a turning point in Louis’ life that day. He finally felt like he was being treated like an adult and given the respect he deserved. The mollycoddling stopped, and Louis was able to grow and thrive on his own terms, but glad that no one didn’t have to hold his hand every step of the way anymore. It was also this day when he informed everyone that he wanted to stay in Harry’s room. He needed it, it’s where he felt most at home and no one said a word in disagreement, not even the elders, where normally it would have needed to be approved.

The cupcakes had been working in overdrive and seeing Louis baking was now somewhat the norm. His days were spent with his mum in her kitchen where she held up her end of the bargain and spent her time teaching Louis the ins and outs of the cooking world. Nights were where Liam and Zayn saved him. They all cuddled and watched movies, and without them, there was no doubt about it, Louis would be a mess.

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Louis knew Brad was in the kitchen, he has had the same routine each night. Louis has been going for late night runs and every time he returns, Brad is always in the kitchen pantry snacking on junk food. The pair of omegas have yet to address each other this entire time, but tonight, that is about to change.

Louis felt his palms grow damp and sweaty, his heart pounding as he steeled himself to face the pregnant omega, he felt he had wronged so severely. His mind was a whirlwind of doubt and indecision, as he grappled with whether this was a good idea. But despite his apprehension, Louis knew that he had to face the consequences of his actions, to own up to the role he had played in driving Harry away and tearing this omega’s newly found family apart.

Louis was at war with his internal omega. Not having grown up together they were still at a discord at times. The human part of him felt guilty for taking away a father from his pup. He knew what it was like to grow up with only a mother to care for him and he didn’t want that for Harry’s pup which is why he did what he did. His omega on the other hand was being stubborn and saying that they had a prior claim to Harry that extended back to childhood and that the alpha had chosen them to be his Luna so it was Brad who was stealing from them so he shouldn’t feel any guilt at all.

But Louis was slowly winning his battle, reminding his omega that there was going to be a pup born soon that was going to be without its father and that was all because of their actions, a pup that was the innocent party in all of this. The guilt was smothering him. It was a constant source of remorse that threatened to drive him to the brink of anguish. He could not forget the terrified omega that stood before him, now left to fend for himself and his unborn pup, all because of Louis’ mistakes. It was a burden that felt insurmountable, a nagging sense of culpability that consumed his every waking moment.

But despite the enormity of the task, Louis knew that he had to take the first step. He had to confront his mistakes head on, to face the consequences of his actions and make amends for the harm he had caused. It was a daunting task, one that filled him with trepidation, but one that he knew he could not ignore.

As he entered through to the kitchen, he saw Brad standing there, fully engrossed in making himself a peanut butter sandwich. The sight of the man whom he had hurt and with all due respect had hurt him as well, made Louis want to run away, but he knew he couldn’t. He had to do this.

“Brad?” Louis called out, his shaky voice giving away his nerves.

The omega turned around, his eyes meeting with Louis’, a look of contempt written across his face. Louis flinched at the intense anger that simmered in Brad’s gaze.

“What do you want, Louis?” Brad asked coldly.

Louis took a deep breath before speaking.

“I came to apologize. I didn’t know Harry would up and leave, look, I’m sorry ok. I never meant to hurt you or Harry.”

Brad just stared at him, expression unchanging. “Save it,” he said, turning back to his sandwich. “You don’t know the first thing about being sorry. You’re just a coward who ran away and then fell into a drop when things got too tough.”

Louis winced at Brad’s words, feeling the painful sting of truth in them. He didn’t know how to respond, feeling helpless and hopeless.

“I should go, this was a mistake,” Louis said, turning to leave.

But before he could take a step, Brad spoke up again.

“You know what, Louis? I always thought you were a nobody, but that’s not true, you are somebody, a fucking home wrecker. I could have made him happy. We have a pup together, we were about to be a family, and now, this poor pup has only one parent, because YOU went out of your way to drive him away, because you couldn’t just stay away from him. If you had just rejected him properly in the beginning, he could have been happy right now Louis. But no, who knows where he is, or what sort of trouble he may be getting himself into. I really hope you’re fucking proud with yourself.”

Louis felt the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as Brad’s words hit him like a punch to the gut. He couldn’t say anything, feeling too ashamed and guilty to defend himself. To a certain degree, Louis accepted that as truth.

Brad cursed and yelled at him some more, and Louis just stood there, taking it all in.

“ You never deserved the title of an Omega. The only traits you carry Louis are that of a selfish, uptight Alpha.“

As Louis stood in the kitchen, facing Brad, he felt his anger rising within him when Brad said something that triggers a reaction.

“ YOU DON’T EVEN LOVE HIM DO YOU, LOUIS?!! ‘’ Brad screamed, his face contorted with anger.

“ I DO !! I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED HIM, DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING SAY THAT !!“

Brad had the audacity to laugh as he picked up his sandwich taking a large bite before walking closer.

“ Yeah ok, you loved him so much that you told him to leave you alone, you loved him so much that you pushed him away to a point he couldn’t be here anymore. Yeah, I’ve heard people whispering. Our pack leader and expectant father is gone and there’s no one to blame but you. I hope you rot in hell!“

Louis felt like he had been hit by a truck. He couldn’t believe the things that were coming out of Brad’s mouth. He had always known him as an asshole, but now as he watched and listened on, he saw him for the cruel and heartless monster that he truly was.

“ God, you are such a prick!“

Brad smirked at the words making Louis furious even more.

“ Oh Louis, are you just upset I had him first? I don’t know about you, but experiencing Harry in a rut was fucking amazing, so hot and sweaty and rough, knotting me over and over an-“

“ SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, YOU DUMB FUCKING IMBOCILE!“

Another victory for Brad, who scoffs at Louis’ outburst.

“ Oh yeah, my bad, you haven’t had the pleasure with Harry while in a rut, have you Loulou?“ The mocking doesn’t sit well with Louis one little bit.

Louis doesn’t know what is going on, normally he would be lashing the hell out by now, maybe it’s because Brad is pregnant that it makes Louis refrain himself a little more than usual. But not before leaving his last dig.

“ Must be nice to have Harry love you hey Brad? Oh… wait, he doesn’t, does he, he loves me. You can crow as much as you want about servicing Harry during his rut, because that’s all you were Brad just another hole that he could pound and take advantage of to scratch that itch that all alphas have, and believe me I know all about that, what’s he like outside of his rut Brad?…. Oh yeah you wouldn’t know that would you because it was me that he was with when he was lucid enough to make his own choices. Remind me again Brad when’s your mating ceremony?… Oh right, how could I forget, there isn’t one is there, because Harry had never intended to mate with you, he was planning to mate with me. HE even told you to your face that he would never mate with you, you’re the delusional omega who thinks getting knocked up entitles you to an alpha’s mating bite, but we all know what you are Brad, and we all feel sorry for you.“

Despite Brad’s obvious discomfort, the satisfaction that Louis would typically feel from witnessing Brad’s dejection eluded him. The brief sense of satisfaction at reminding Brad just who was really important to Harry was soon replaced by self hatred, this feeling creeping into his soul as he realized that his actions had been far from admirable. This was not how he envisioned the situation playing out. The two men found themselves in a heated confrontation, their emotions running high with a mixture of pain and anger. Little did they know that fate had a much more significant blow in store for them.

As Brad stood before him, his hands protectively clutching his swollen belly, a sudden feeling of dampness between his legs indicated that his water had broken. In that moment, every emotion became secondary to the reality that Brad was about to go into premature labour.

Fear gripped him as he looked up at Louis, who was standing across the room. Despite their ongoing feud, Brad knew he needed Louis’ help.

“Louis, something’s wrong,” Brad said, his voice barely above a whisper. Louis turned to face him; confusion etched on his face.

“What do you mean?” Louis asked, his eyes scanning Brad’s body for any signs of injury.

“My water just broke,” Brad said, his voice shaking. “I’m having contractions.”

Louis couldn’t help but feel a sense of responsibility towards Brad as he doubled over in pain. Brad’s face was twisted in agony, his hands clutching at his stomach as though it were on fire. Louis knew something was terribly wrong.

“Help me, Louis!” Brad screamed, his voice cracking. “Something’s not right!”

Louis could see the fear in Brad’s eyes, and it made his heart race. He wasn’t sure what to do, but he knew he had to act fast. He tried to calm Brad down by putting a hand on his shoulder, but the younger man just shook him off. “Don’t touch me!” Brad shouted, his face squeezing with pain. Louis didn’t take offence to Brad’s outburst. Instead, he focused on finding a solution.

Louis’ expression shifted from confusion to panic as the reality of the situation set in. He had never been present at a birth before, not even his own siblings, but he knew he had to do something to help Brad.

“Okay, don’t panic.” Louis said, his voice shaking as he tried to remain calm for Brad’s sake.

It was then that he heard the faint laugh of Oli’s voice off in the distance.

“Oli!” Louis shouted at the top of his lungs. “Oli, get in here! Something’s wrong with Brad!”

Moments later, Oli rushed into the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of trouble. When he saw Brad doubled over, he quickly went into emergency mode.

“What’s going on?” Oli asked, his voice calm but urgent.

“I don’t know,” Louis said, panic creeping into his voice. “Brad’s water just broke, I think. He’s in a lot of pain.”

Oli nodded, understanding the severity of the situation. He quickly got to work, coaching Brad through his contractions. Meanwhile, Louis rushed out to find an elder, hoping they would know what to do. As he ran towards the elder’s hut, Louis prayed that Brad would be okay. He couldn’t believe how quickly his feelings of hate and contempt had morphed into feelings of concern.

With the help of Louis, Oli and Clifford, they managed to escort Brad to the nearest bed, his contractions coming faster and stronger with each passing moment. Louis stood by Brad’s side, holding his hand, and offering words of comfort as they waited for the baby to come. As the minutes ticked by, Brad’s screams of pain echoed through the room, and Louis felt helpless. It was scary, especially as Clifford looked at him and Oli with that look. Something was definitely not okay. He wasn’t sure what to do to help, but he knew he couldn’t give up. He kept encouraging Brad, telling him he was doing great and that everything was going to be okay. That was until Brad looked away from him, his own voice sad and timid.

“ Just go, Louis.“

As Louis watched the omega’s countenance shift from semi composure to a deep sadness, grief flooded his heart, a heavy weight settling upon his chest. It was as if he were seeing past Brad, and all he could focus on was a lone, distressed omega, struggling to bring a new life into the world without the support of the alpha it so desperately needed. The pit in his stomach ached as guilt and regret coursed through his veins.

For a moment, Louis was at a loss for words, overcome by the depth of his remorse. He respected the omega’s desire for space and didn’t force himself upon him. Instead, he walked out into the hallway, a growing sense of despair looming over him. Even though he tried to avoid thinking about Harry, he couldn’t help but long for the alpha’s return. Every fibre of his being hoped that Harry would walk through the door, giving him an opportunity to make things right and be with Brad and his new pup.

Louis’ body had felt frazzled nerves ever since Brad’s labour began unexpectedly, without warning. He paced the hallway, a sense of dread hanging over him as he realized he had once again caused problems for those around him. The sounds of Brad’s screams only added to his anxiety, as he listened on in disbelief as what should have been a moment of celebration for the expectant parents, turned into a terrifying ordeal.

This was not how it was supposed to be. In a perfect world, this would have been a well-planned and joyous occasion for Brad and Harry. But instead, their lives had been thrown into chaos, with Brad’s labour starting 3 weeks early and Harry nowhere to be seen. Louis felt like it was all his fault, an unbearable weight he could not shake off. His stomach was in knots, each scream from Brad more piercing than the last, and he was powerless to do anything but wait helplessly.

Louis stood outside the room; his concern amplified by Brad’s agonizing cries that resonated throughout the house. His guilt was palpable knowing that he had caused the situation to escalate to that level. If only he had controlled his temper and not succumbed to emotions, the premature labour of Brad could possibly have been averted.

Distraught, Louis paced back and forth, his mind racing with fear and regret. How could he have indulged in trivial issues and let them take precedence over the life of a helpless pup? The burden of responsibility weighed heavily upon him as he contemplated the potential consequences of his actions.

Then, all the noise had suddenly vanished. There was nothing.

No more screams from Brad, nothing.

It felt like an eternity had passed until finally, the doors of the room opened and Clifford walked out, his sombre face telling Louis everything he needed to know.

“ No.“ Louis said quietly to himself, shaking his head in denial.

“ No.“ He repeated, this time louder.

Clifford broke the dreadful news to Louis in a hushed tone, “I am sorry to inform you that despite our best efforts, we lost Brad. We tried everything we could, but Brad, he unfortunately didn’t make it. He passed away during labour, we don’t know the cause yet but going by what we were seeing during the delivery and the symptoms that Brad was able to tell us about, we think it was an amniotic fluid embolism. I am going to confirm with an autopsy report and further blood testing. I can go into more details a little later and-”

Louis couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He felt like the world had come to a standstill. Tears streamed down his face, as he collapsed to the ground, lost in his thoughts and emotions.

“How’s the baby?” Louis choked out, desperate for any ray of hope.

Clifford paused for a moment, unsure of how to break the news. “The child is alive and stable, we’re doing our best to make sure she survives, Oli is attending to her at the moment and is about to contact Brad’s family.”

Louis felt a flicker of hope in his chest.

Harry has a daughter.

At least one good thing had come out of this tragedy. But it was a small consolation compared to the loss that the pack has just experienced. He felt that in some way, he had failed Brad as an omega, and now, as a parent.

With his heart clenching and tears streaming down his face, Louis felt the depths of his soul being consumed by an overwhelming sense of sadness and guilt. The sudden realization of his responsibility in the tragic events that had just unfolded hit him like a ton of bricks. Every inch of himself was saturated with feelings of deep empathy and regret, an Omega’s natural instinct to care for the people around them and in this case a pack member and protect them from harm.

As he bowed his head in shame, he thought about all the pain he thinks he has caused, and how he could never make it right. It was a burden that he would now have to carry with him for the rest of his days, a weight of guilt and regret that would never leave him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to no one, knowing that his words would never reach Brad’s ears.

“I’m so sorry.”

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A/N

RIP BRAD

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Thank you to susanne and Tracy for all the help and support lately.
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Chapter 16 - Me?

A/N

Bet you didn’t think you would see another update so soon.

You are lucky, Ive had some free time.

Please note small time jump.

( It is marked)

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’ Happiness is your own responsibility. If you depend or wait on other people to make you happy, you are bound to be very disappointed. There is an uncomfortable truth, when you realise that sometimes things don’t happen for a reason. It’s hard to accept that some things may not ever make sense. It can be hard to process things when you know you don’t have the power to change past events. Sometimes, it’s better not to question the why’s.

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Days slipped by like sand through Zayn’s fingers, as he doggedly pursued any lead that would help him locate Harry. The city was a labyrinth, and Zayn felt like he was getting lost in it, but he powered on, searching and searching but nothing seemed to progress, wherever he turned, he was met with dead ends. Despite this, he fought valiantly through the chaos, determined to locate his friend and bring him home safely. However, his efforts seemed to lead him nowhere, as each clue he pursued led him right back to square one.

As time continued to elapse, and the weeks morphed into months, Zayn felt his hope starting to wane. He had scoured every nook and cranny within the city that he could conceive of, but he had yet to find any trace of Harry. The absence of any clues was nearly unbearable, as if the city had swallowed Harry and erased all evidence of his existence.

Nestled in a world of uncertainty and anxiety, Anne was determined to brave through the shrouded veil of the unknown and find Harry, the apple of her eye, who was now deemed missing without a trace. Fueled by her unconditional love and a relentless desire to reunite with her son, Anne joined forces with Zayn, unwavering in her quest for answers.

Together, they had departed on an arduous journey that spanned through the woods and the neighboring cities, scouring every inch for any shred of hope in finding Harry.

As Anne’s grip on hope faltered, she remained steadfast in her devotion, braving each and every obstacle with an unrelenting spirit. Amidst the tumultuous and unpredictable twists and turns of her journey, Anne emerged as a beacon of resilience and strength.

However, their efforts remained futile, and the likelihood of finding Harry seemed to diminish with each passing day. Even Niall’s communication had been severed, leaving the pack increasingly more despondent.

Grimness and despair hung like a thick fog over the group, yet Oli and Liam’s unwavering support for the pack helped redeem the sense of hopelessness. They both took charge of caring for the wolves and the young children within the pack house. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, the two remained steadfast in their commitment to the group’s well being and held fast to their shared conviction that the day would come when the pack would reunite once more.

There was one little pup that needed a lot of attention, one so small, so cute, so loud. Oli and Liam stood up offering to take care of the newborn seeking permission to watch her in the pack house, which was granted by the elders.

Grief hung over Brad’s family as they railed against Harry and Louis for their role in the tragedy that led to Brad’s passing. It seemed incomprehensible that they would spurn the young pup who was a blood relation to their beloved son, but the resentment they held towards the alpha and omega couple ran deep. Brad’s parents had borne witness to his anguish over Harry’s newfound detachment toward the pregnancy, seeing how he had directed Brad with an Alpha command to sequester himself away from others while he progressed through the gestation period, a move that had left Harry’s true motivations in doubt for them.

The rejection of the pup was a heartbreaking blow to everyone. They had hoped that Brad’s parents would see the innocence and worth of the little pup and embrace her as a part of their family. However, their disdain for Harry ran deeper than anyone could have guessed, and the scorn they held for him left them unable to view the pup through anything but a lens of bitterness.

In the eyes of Brad’s parents, Harry was the root cause of all the misfortunes that had befallen upon their family. Despite the pup’s innocence in the events that led to Brad’s untimely demise, they were unwilling to set aside their outrage and welcome her into their home as a cherished member. In a shocking turn of events, they met with the elders and elected to leave the pack, severing all ties with the community in an abrupt departure that left their “grand daughter” without familial connection.

It was a dark and trying time for the pack, grappling with the aftermath of such a crushing loss and navigating the fallout of family divisions. Yet through it all, the love and unity that once bound the pack together remained, as the steadfast support system that sustained them, shone as Oli and Liam partnered up to become temporary ‘Parents’

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PUP ( 1 month old )

It was late 11.55pm and Louis had been unable to sleep properly since his confrontation with Brad which had escalated into the omega going into premature labour, which had taken his life. The guilt that was crawling all over his skin because of what had happened was still haunting him. The piercing cries of the baby filled the house, making it difficult for anyone to hear their own thoughts. Louis knew that Liam and Oli were trying their best to soothe her, but she simply wouldn’t stop crying, they were no substitute for what had been taken away from her, and Louis knew it was all because of him that they were in this predicament right now.

Louis was already aggravated enough. He had spent all evening in Harry’s room trying to muster a nest from Harry’s clothes that no longer contained the scent. He knew it was pointless, but he couldn’t help but snoop around the room trying to find anything that clung to the alpha’s scent. He had no idea how to build a proper nest, and he felt too ashamed to ask Liam for any help.

Having awoken from his drop and discovering the nest that Zayn and Liam had made for him, he had come to realize how much he not only loved the idea, but how his omega relied on it. The sense of security and comfort provided by the nest was something he had never experienced so thoroughly before. It felt nothing like what the cupcakes had provided, a real nest felt safe and secure.

But now, with the baby’s cries echoing through the halls, Louis’s mind was too hazy to even think about nesting. He wanted nothing more than to block out the noise and get some sleep, but the constant wailing made it impossible.

As the baby’s cries continued to pierce his ears, Louis could feel a sharp pang in his head. As he lay in bed, the pillow now smothered over his ears, he couldn’t help but think about the nest, how it had protected him from the outside world. The sound of the crying baby was like a jackhammer breaking apart the fragile sanctuary that the half assed attempt of a nest had provided, chipping away at his sense of safety bit by bit.

He gritted his teeth and tried to focus on his breathing, but it was all in vain. The baby seemed determined to make his life miserable, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was at his wit’s end.

“ This is such bullshit.“ He groaned to himself, completely fed up.

He threw off the sheets and stumbled towards the door, thinking that perhaps he could escape the wailing by going to the kitchen for some tea.

But even as he made his way down the corridor, the sound only grew louder, and he could feel his last bit of nerves getting more and more frayed with every step. He tried to focus on the sound of his own footsteps, but every now and then, a particularly loud wail would force its way through, making him flinch.

Louis was annoyed at the baby, for reasons he seemed to not want to address yet, while his omega was screaming and clawing to help the little pup in distress. It wasn’t clear just yet, as to who was going to win this war, as it currently stands, Louis seems to be in the lead.

When he finally made it to the kitchen, he found that his hands were shaking from the noise. He couldn’t even bring himself to boil the kettle, the mere thought of making tea or coffee seemed like a herculean task.

He leaned against the counter, staring at the empty kitchen, willing himself to calm down. But the baby’s cries just wouldn’t stop, and soon he found himself pacing up and down the room, clutching his head in agony.

“ I can’t take this any more.“

Louis began to storm his way straight back up the stairs.

The dark night concealed the tension that permeated through Louis, as he approached the nursery where Liam and Oli were on edge, attempting to calm the unbearably distressed pup. Her cries pierced the tranquil silence of the night, and the strain on her guardians was evident from the weariness that clung to their eyes.

Louis was no stranger to the strife that gripped them, having gone out of his way to avoid the constant crying being emitted from the pup. The reminder of Brad’s passing, coupled with the revelation that Harry had brought forth new life with another omega, had proven to be too much for him to handle. The mere presence of the tiny pup, so innocent and yet so intertwined with the loss they had all suffered, had gradually become intolerable.

As he approached the nursery, Louis could not ignore the ache that throbbed within his chest. He longed for peace, a sense of calm that seemed to be constantly out of reach. However, within the walls of the nursery, the fraught environment of distress and anxiety seemed to be inescapable.

Louis had been avoiding the baby entirely, barely acknowledging her presence. He was tired and snappy, his patience wearing thin as the cries persisted. He couldn’t stand this any longer. He has had a ‘bad day’ and this was reflecting out onto everyone as he barged into the nursery.

Louis’s words cut through the air as he bellowed.

“Enough!” he shouted, finally unable to bare the noise any longer. “Please, won’t somebody do something about that baby? Can’t you make her be quiet for once, just for once? One night of freaking sleep would be greatly appreciated, or is it too much to ask?”

Oli and Liam’s expressions showed annoyance at Louis’s outburst, but they still tried to remain calm. Liam couldn’t resist taking a sharp jab at Louis’ insensitive words.

“I’m sorry Louis, we’re doing everything we can to try and calm her down. Trust us, we would love to have one single night of undisturbed sleep too you know.”

Oli chimed in, not letting Liam finish. “Here, take her for a bit and see if you can do any better then, asshole.”

Yeah, Oli was exhausted and it showed.

Louis’s exasperation only grew.

“What !?!?”

Louis felt a twinge of regret as he stood witnessing Oli and Liam struggling to soothe the small infant. Despite this, he felt a weight of responsibility pressing down upon his shoulders, compelling him to aid in whatever way he could. It was a situation that had no easy solution, and one that demanded all their strength and unity to overcome.

As they handed the baby off to him, Louis held her nervously for the very first time, unsure of what to do. As her cries seemed to only increase, Louis’s patience continued to wear thin.

Just as Louis was about to snap with frustration once again, he noticed something peculiar. As Louis gazed down at the infant, her little green eyes peered back at him, causing his heart to melt. Her beauty and resemblance to her parents strikes him, with Harry’s beautiful eyes and Brad’s nose, she was beautiful.

Surprisingly, the tiny little being seems to quieten down immediately as she stares back up at him.

Desperate for the break from constant crying, Louis stood there holding her close to his chest. He rocked her gently back and forth, jostling her in his embrace. The minutes ticked on, and soon the soft coos of the baby were the only sounds in the room.

For a moment, it seems as though she is looking at him as if they are the only two people in the room before closing her tiny eyes to sleep.

“ Oh my god, how the hell did you do it Louis?“ Liam whispers. “ I think she likes you.“

Louis looked down at her, the weight of his frustration finally lifted, replaced by the newfound joy he had in holding her. Who knew that the cries of a child would be the balm he needed to soothe his own pain?

Overwhelmed with emotions, Louis hands her back to Liam and rushes to exit the room. But, the moment he is out of sight, the piercing screams of the baby cut through the air once again, shattering any sense of calm he had garnered.

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For days, the sound of the crying baby continued without any reprieve. Louis, worn thin by lack of sleep and a constant headache, found himself spending more and more time outside, desperate for a moment’s peace. The fresh air helped somewhat, but even the beauty of the changing seasons couldn’t ease the constant tension and worry that plagued him.

As he meandered along the edge of the forest, he felt a sense of isolation that he had never experienced before. The pack house, which had once been alive with activity and solidarity, now seemed like a desolate wasteland. People were avoiding each other, keeping to themselves, and he could tell that there were whispers of speculation and concern behind closed doors.

He knew that the pack was beginning to wonder what had happened to Harry, and the fact that they had yet to hear from him was starting to fuel all manner of dark rumors and negative gossip. Louis felt the weight of their stares and their unspoken questions, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before the elders called an emergency meeting to discuss the matter.

For a moment, he considered making his way back to the elders hut and confronting the situation head on, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. The weariness of his body and mind was overwhelming, and he felt a sudden urge to simply disappear into the woods, to wander aimlessly until he found something that would explain all of the chaos and confusion that was swirling inside of him.

But deep down, he knew that there was only one thing that could set everything right again, and that was the return of Harry. And until he came back, the pack would remain in a state of unrest, silently waiting and hoping for his safe return.

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For several days, the relentless cries of the baby continued to test Louis’ sanity.

Another night, another screaming match.

The tension between Oli and Liam was reaching its limits, their voices straining and sharp with exhaustion as they argued over whose turn it was to settle the little one, and he could tell that the baby was picking up on it. Louis listened from afar, knowing that he should stay out of their business, but his insatiable curiosity had gotten the best of him as he opened his door to peer down the hall.

The irritated beta and worn out omega fought with each other before slamming the nursery door shut.

When Oli and Liam left the nursery, fighting with each other as they stormed down the stairs, the baby was left still crying in its room. Liam was wanting to try self soothing but Oli just wanted her quiet as soon as possible.

Louis waited until they were out of sight before his curiosity got the best of him. He knew that he shouldn’t interfere, but the omega in him could not resist.

Louis couldn’t resist.

With a deep breath, and his hand resting on the door handle, he pushed it open and stepped inside, his heart heavy with weariness.

The fatigue that nibbled away at his bones became more pronounced as he stepped into the dimly lit nursery. The air was thick with the scent of baby powder and the faint aroma of milk. He had not even been the one responsible for watching the baby, but here he was already exhausted and dead on his feet. He walked over to where the little girl lay in her bassinet, screaming at the top of her lungs, her tiny face blotchy red, cheeks wet with tears.

Louis hesitated for a moment, this was supposed to be his time to rest, but he couldn’t help the urge to pick up the crying baby and cradle her in his arms. As he lifted the little one up to his chest, he studied her features, marvelling at how perfect she was, while her cries slowly subsided.

Louis settled into the rocking chair with the little girl, wrapping her carefully in a soft blanket and began to sway back and forth, the crying ceasing almost instantly. The motion was soothing, and with each rock, he felt an enormous sense of serenity.

The sensation of her weight against him was tranquillizing, and for a moment, all the stress and tension of his situation had vanished.

As he looked down at her cherubic face, and for the first time in days, he felt calm, surrounded by the soft scent of a citrusy aroma, followed by the sound of her gentle breathing. He couldn’t help but sigh contentedly. He breathed in her sweet smelling newborn scent and brushed his thumb against her velvety cheek.

In that moment, all the stresses and worries of his life disappeared, and he was left with nothing but the purity of an omegas love. The baby’s tiny hands balled into fists against his chest as she relaxed into his embrace, and Louis savored the rarity of such an intimate moment.

Louis smiled down at the small bundle in his arms, basking in the warmth emanating from her tiny form.

“Hey, hey, hey. What’s all this fuss about, little lady, hmm?”

His thumb caressed her soft hand as she stared back at him, her tiny mouth opening in a yawn that set off a chain reaction, leaving Louis yawning as well. Exhausted from the lack of sleep, he held the baby close, securing her in his arms, his eyes slowly trying to drift shut.

As they snuggled together, something shifted deep within Louis. A new kind of bond was emerging, one that would disrupt his already complicated world in ways he never expected. His lip curled slightly when he felt the baby’s finger grasp his, her grip surprisingly strong for someone so small. He opened his eyes to see that she had wriggled her arm free of her blanket, now comfortably fast asleep.

Louis smiled fondly, her features now striking him as even more familiar. It was like looking into the face of Harry once again. ‘God’ he thought to himself ruefully, realizing the depth of his feelings for the child and the chaos her arrival had brought to his life. But as he held her close, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort that he hadn’t felt in a while since…… well since Harry.

With that, Louis fell into a deep sleep, cradling the baby in his jaded arms. Unbeknownst to him, Liam and Oli cautiously poked their heads back into the room just five minutes later, their worried expressions quickly turning into relieved sighs. They glanced at each other, silently thanking Louis for taking on the responsibility and ensuring the baby’s safety.

A flash forward to the morning brought Louis out of his slumber. As he fluttered open his eyes, he couldn’t ignore being drawn to the pain in his lower back. Peering down, he saw the girl still deeply asleep. However, as Louis tried to readjust his position in the chair, the infant began to fidget, squirming in his grasp. It was at that moment that the sound of the bedroom door slowly creaking open made the girl’s eyes snap open.

“Louis?” Liam approached cautiously, his tension easing as he saw that the baby was now awake. “You’re a lifesaver, you know that, right!”

Louis didn’t say a word in response. Instead, a gentle smile spread across his face as he gazed at the baby, her curious eyes fixed on him. He lightly rubbed her little cheek before handing her over to Liam.

“I think she sensed that you and Oli were stressed,” Louis said softly. “Babies have a way of picking up on that sort of stuff. Here, take her. I really need to pee.”

With those words, Louis closed the ensuite door behind him, only to hear the piercing cry of the baby filling the air yet once again. Finishing his task, Louis flushed the toilet and washed his hands, mentally preparing himself for whatever awaited him in the bedroom. As he re-entered the room, he saw Liam already frowning at him.

“She hates me, doesn’t she?” Liam’s voice held a touch of worry and self doubt.“ His expression downtrodden.

Louis couldn’t refrain from laughing at that as he looked at the girl one more time.

“She’s probably hungry now, Li. She slept for a very long time. Give her a bottle and change her diaper, and I’m sure she’ll be content.”

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After attending to the baby and offering Liam some advice, Louis retreated to his bathroom to take a shower. As the water poured over him, he tried to imagine what this meeting might entail and if he were to be honest, he was kind of scared of seeing everyone’s judgemental eyes. He had recieved the message just now from the elders and it made Louis nervous.

For Louis, Harry was more than a leader, he was a friend and lover, a wise figure who always had a piece of advice or a story to share. He smiled as he recalled the times they spent together, laughing and joking around until they couldn’t breathe. The omega sighed with sadness as he turned off the water.

Finishing his shower, Louis wrapped a towel around his waist. Louis took a deep breath and tried to steady himself, hoping to alleviate some of his worries through meditation.

Never in his life had he expected to be doing meditation.

He sat cross legged on his bed, his eyes closed, and focused on regulating his breathing.

The meeting was just a few hours away and Louis did not feel prepared for this at all.

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The pack elders had summoned the members for a pivotal meeting on the grass outside. It was now 1pm and they were all faced with an exigent problem of what was to happen next regarding Harry’s disappearance. As the alpha of the pack, Harry had been the anchor that kept the group united and functional. Now that he was missing, someone needed to step up and temporarily take on the role.

Everyone was there besides the obvious, Harry, Niall, Zayn, Anne and one other elder. Liam was also excused due to ’ Parent’ duties.

Louis couldn’t help but feel the tense glances from the pack directed at him as he listened to Bruce express his thoughts about the re-election of a new pack leader. The topic was sensitive, judging from the discomfort spread across every face around him.

When Bruce brought up the topic of re-electing a new pack leader, Louis knew he had to pay attention. The notion was a sensitive one, evident through the discomfort etched on the faces around him.

“Any suggestions?” Bruce prodded the pack, hoping for a volunteer. But nobody seemed keen to take on the task.

“Guys, come on,” he urged them. “It’s only temporary.”

It was only a matter of time before the elders set their sights on Louis, and he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

“ What about Zayn?“ Louis pipes up.

But as the pack hushed, it was evident that this wasn’t some fleeting dilemma. Clifford, one of the elders, stepped forward with unexpected news. “I’ve already spoken with Zayn and unfortunately, he wants no part of it.” He said, leaving the pack in silence.

“There are only a number of limited alphas remaining.”

He paused for a moment, his gaze drifting across the members of the pack who had gathered to witness the discussions.

“We, the elders, are too old to handle the duties of a leader. We are no longer as sharp as we once were, both in mind and body, and the pack needs someone who can direct them with a clear head and a strong hand.”

Clifford was interrupted by Bruce, one of the elders. “We elders have discussed this at great length as we knew this would happen.” Clifford started, his tone considered grave. “So, we took it upon ourselves and we have arrived at a decision.”

Louis shifted in his seat, feeling the burden of responsibility weighing down on him. The elders knew someone had to lead, even if it wasn’t voluntary and they had already decided who that would be.

As the words trailed off, Louis could hear his heartbeat growing louder in his ears.

“And we have chosen you, Louis.”

Louis felt the weight of millions of eyes turn on him at once. He felt his heart pounding like a drum as the gravity of the elders’ decision hit him like a freight train.

“Are you serious?” Louis exclaimed, incredulous. “How could you possibly choose me? I’m not even an alpha anymore! Geez and I thought the red moon only messed me up.”

The pack leaders looked at each other uneasily, uncertain of what the future held in store for them. But it was clear that the elders were not backing down from their decision. They had chosen Louis, and they expected him to take charge, whether he liked it or not.

The reverberations of his words echoed through his mind like ripples through still water. Louis was trembling, feeling hopelessly unprepared for the gravity of the situation that had been thrust upon him.

The pack elders were looking at him with a steely resolve, expecting him to lead them forward.

“But…” Louis trailed off, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m not even a Luna. I’m an Omega, an ex-Alpha. That’s all I am.”

His words were met with silence and the uneasy shifting of feet, as if the pack were collectively unsure of what to do next.

Then, one of the elders, a weathered woman whose eyes shone with an inner light, stepped forward.

“No, you are not just that,” she said firmly. “You may not be a Luna, but what you are is strong and courageous. You love and look out for everyone, no matter the circumstances.”

As she spoke, Louis felt something stirring within him, a flicker of emotion that he had thought had long since smothered to death. The memories of his past, of his reign as once an Alpha, of the love and the power that had once flowed freely through his veins came surging back to him, and for a moment, it was as if he was immersed in another world entirely.

The elder continued, her voice softening slightly as she looked closely at Louis.

“You may not be an Alpha anymore, but you still withhold all the characteristics of one. Bravery, loyalty, compassion… These are the things that make a true leader.”

For a moment, Louis remained rooted to the ground, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down upon him.

He looked over to where his mum was smiling at him in awe, she too knowing all well and proper what the elder was saying was true.

The elders looked at Louis with a sudden urgency as Clifford began to explain why they had chosen him.

“We understand that you may not feel ready,” Clifford began, “but the fact remains that we are at a crossroads. “

“ But I, What happened to -“

The elder, an older man with a kind face, stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on Louis’ shoulder.

“Louis, listen. I, along with everyone here, are all in agreement when I say this. What happened to Mr. Goulding was not your fault.”

Louis’ head fell, trying to staunch the flow of tears that had begun to form in his eyes. In a way, it felt embarrassing to have the pack leaders so openly discussing his failings. Yet at the same time, it felt nice; like the crushing weight of responsibility and guilt was slowly lifting off his shoulders.

“If you want to discuss this further in private, I’d be happy to do so. But for the time being, all those in favor of Louis, please raise your hand,” the pack leader continued.

Without hesitation, the entire pack raised their hands, all but three. The older couple and teen who were close to Brad’s family were outvoted, but even they looked on with resignation.

Louis heaved a heavy sigh. “I’m not sure I’m the right person for this.” he said, his voice coming out a little more than a croak.

For a moment, there was silence. And then, Clifford spoke once more, his voice ringing out with a steely resolve.

“Louis, we have faith in you. We know that you have what it takes to lead us through these trying times. You might not feel like it now, but deep down, you know it’s true.”

And as he spoke, Louis felt something stirring within him, a long buried sense of courage and determination that he had thought he had lost forever. He drew himself up to his full height, squared his shoulders, and with a nod of fiery conviction, he turned towards his pack.

“Alright then,” he said, his voice ringing out clear and resolute.

“I’ll do it.”

Fuck.

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It’s been a long day and it didn’t take Louis long to surrender to dreamland. Louis had been asleep for what felt like mere minutes before he was stirred from his dreams by gentle shaking. Blinking away the remnants of his sleep induced haze, he muttered vaguely.

“Oli, what is it?” as he rubbed his tired eyes.

Oli pleaded with him, his tone heavy with desperation. “Please,” he begged, thrusting a small bundle into Louis’ arms. It took a moment for Louis to fully comprehend what was happening, but his heart broke as he realized that they had tried everything to soothe the crying baby, to no avail.

“Jesus.” he muttered under his breath, willing himself to stay awake despite his exhaustion. As his eyes adjusted to the dim lamp lighting, he took in every detail of the tiny infant in his arms. She was so small and fragile-looking, yet her cries were ear piercing and relentless.

“We’ve tried everything,” Oli explained, sounding both defeated and frantic. “She won’t sleep, she won’t stop crying, she won’t even drink, Louis.”

Louis’ heart went out to the poor little thing as he settled into a seated position in bed, cradling the baby. Oli followed suit, sitting down next to him.

“Thank you,” he breathed, sending a wave of gratitude towards his tired friend as he made a mental note to repay him for this favor.

“Can you grab us a fresh milk bottle and bring me a glass of water, please?” Louis requested, ever the caretaker.

“ On it.“

Oli nodded and hurried off to retrieve the requested items.

The familiar hum of silence filled the room as Louis waited for Oli’s return, cradling the small bundle with ease. He couldn’t help but feel as though the rest of the lads were playing a trick on him with this sudden display of fatherly duties, because right now she was quiet as a mouse, good as gold.

And then, as if a tiny miracle had taken place, the baby’s face broke into a smile, small but distinct. Louis’ heart leapt into his throat as he exclaimed

“Wait. Did you just…”

Oli appeared in the doorway, testing the temperature of the milk on his forearm. With his eyebrows raised in confusion, Oli questioned.

“Did she what?”

Keeping his eyes glued to the baby, Louis said with a slight smile on his face.

“She just smiled at me.”

With a laugh that added humor to the moment, Oli shutdown Louis’ excitement.

“She is only 5 weeks old, Louis. She didn’t smile. It was more than likely just wind.”

Louis knew Oli was probably right, but he couldn’t help but find this moment adorably cute. His heart was full with the newfound responsibility of protecting this helpless little baby, and with the infant’s small, unexpected display of happiness, Louis didn’t feel tired anymore.

As Louis popped the milk bottle’s teat into the small mouth of the infant, the little pup quivered with joy, drinking automatically. Louis couldn’t help but notice that Oli and now Liam who had entered, were looking at him as though he were a magician. He wondered if it was the lack of sleep that was causing them to feel delusional, given that Oli had been so sure that the baby wouldn’t drink.

“This is bullshit.” Oli muttered, throwing his hands up in frustration as Louis’ grin widened.

“It’s probably because she’s in here, in Harry’s room. She might smell him somehow. I don’t know,” Louis replied, hoping to calm his friend’s nerves.

Oli frowned in response.

“Harry’s scent is long gone. It’s you, I’m telling ya. Louis the baby whisperer.” He laughed, slowly backing away.

As Louis looked down at the joyful little pup suckling away with ease, a small smile crept onto his lips. “Yeah, she-”

Suddenly, the sound of the door being closed made Louis lift his head. He cursed under his breath.

“Fucking assholes.” he muttered.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, sunshine.” He cooed.

🐺

Louis was surprised to find himself growing fond of the little infant as he began looking after her more often than not. Everything just seemed to come naturally to him. He found himself starting to bond with her more and more every day.

Anne and Zayn had returned from their trip this morning, and they both immediately noticed the change in Louis.

He was happy.

Over tea, they filled Anne in on the meeting with the elders and talked about the pup’s rapid growth. Just then, the baby started crying, her screams booming through the monitor, and Louis jumped up to attend to her.

“ No. Let me love. I will go, I haven’t had a proper chance to bond with her yet. I better start getting used to those cries.“ Anne proclaimed.

Liam and Oli share a look trying not to laugh as they know it’s pointless. The baby only ever wants Louis.

“ What?“ Anne asks, confused.

“ Nothing, it’s just the baby, she, never mind, go ahead.“ Liam says coyly.

As she leaves for upstairs Louis frowns at those words as he realises Anne will now take her granddaughter with her to her own home. It makes sense, it is her granddaughter after all.

The baby’s cry streams throughout the monitor as they look at each other laughing.

Louis couldn’t help but chuckle as he heard Anne’s muffled cries of help streaming through the baby monitor. She had been in the room for over ten minutes now, and Louis knew that she was probably struggling to soothe the fussy baby.

“Go save her, you menace.” Liam joked as he nudged Louis.

But Louis simply shook his head.

“Nah, I’m sure she’ll settle in a minute. Anne knows what she’s doing.” he replied with a small smile.

Just then, a loud cry for help echoed through the monitor, and Louis and the others winced at the sound. Anne had clearly forgotten that the monitor was on, and all she had to do was ask for help normally.

“You were saying?” Zayn grinned as he laughed at Louis’ stubbornness.

Louis rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of amusement at the situation. He quickly downed the last of his tea, knowing that it was probably time for him to step in.

As he made his way up the stairs towards the nursery, Louis couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. He loved spending time with the baby now, and he couldn’t wait to see her again.

As he entered the room, he watched Anne cradle her so tenderly and it made Louis happy. He walks over quickly as Anne looks at him with concern.

’“ I don’t know what is happening. I’ve tried everything.“

Without hesitation, Louis scooped up the little one into his own arms, rocking her gently as he sang a soft lullaby. The baby’s cries started to fade, replaced by soft coos and gurgles. Anne couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched Louis handle the baby so effortlessly.

“ Oh.“ Anne says surprised as she realised and he doesn’t miss her frazzled face.

“Wow, you really are good with her.” Anne exclaimed as she smiled at Louis.

Louis just smiled back at her sadly.

“I guess we just have a connection, that’s all. “ he replied softly.

“ Through Harry?“ She asked cautiously.

Just by the distraught look alone, Anne knew Louis didn’t want to discuss it.

They both looked at the little bundle of joy with a sense of uncertainty in the air, as silence started to take over.

“She needs a name.” Anne finally said, breaking the stillness.

Louis sat up from his chair and reached out to flick off the monitor. It had become a touchy subject that nobody wanted to address, as no one knew what to do. They had all been calling her “pup” “baby,” or “her” to avoid any complications among them.

“It’s not our responsibility, I guess. No one wanted to step on anyone’s toes.” Louis muttered, his voice breaking the awkward tension.

Anne drew her eyes towards Louis, a sad expression on her face. “I’m sorry, Louis. For everything. I tried to find him, and-” she started to say, but Louis interrupted her.

“Any ideas for a name?” he asked, changing the subject. The way Louis had interjected made it clear to Anne that he didn’t want to discuss it.

“Uh, no, you?” Anne replied, hoping to put the conversation to rest.

Louis had been thinking about it a lot, actually. He had grown so fond and used to being around the baby that she consumed not only his time, but his thoughts as well.

“Let me think about it.” Louis answered as he stood up and made his way to check on the little one.

Anne watched him quietly, feeling a sense of love and admiration for him. She knew that in times of trouble, he was always there to make everything okay.

Louis couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment in his heart. For now, he was exactly where he felt he was meant to be.

🐺

2 NIGHTS LATER

He places the now sleeping pup down gently into her bassinet, watching her as she slumbers peacefully. He feels a sense of pride and accomplishment as he’s managed to soothe her to sleep without any fuss or tears once again.

He heads downstairs and cleans a little before he glances at the clock on the wall, realizing that it’s getting late. He knows he should probably get some sleep, but he can’t shake the feeling that there’s something important he needs to do first.

He reaches for his laptop, feeling a sense of anticipation and excitement.

He opens up a google and begins to type, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He considers a few different names.

Lily, Grace, Ava.

But none of them feel quite right. He wants something more meaningful, something that reflects the love and hope he feels for his ‘new found daughter.’

It’s a big step, and he doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries, but he knows in his heart that this is the right decision. He needs a name.

He takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. He wants to choose a name that will make her parents proud and honor the legacy of her late omega parent. But he also wants to choose a name that feels right in his own heart. A name that resonates with him and feels like it was meant to be.

Every thought, every memory, everything always came back to Brad. He doesn’t leave louis’ mind much, the guilt will never leave him, but as he looks at the little girl, he knows Brad would have adored her.

Suddenly, an idea comes to him. He has thought of a name that combines the qualities of nobility and strength with the beauty of nature. He thinks of a name that will be fitting for this little girl, who is both delicate and fierce.

With a sense of clarity, he types in the name, and pauses, considering it as he reads over the meanings. He takes a deep breath, feeling a sense of determination wash over him. He wants this little girl to feel loved and cherished, to know that she’s a part of something special and beautiful.

It’s a name that honors Brad’s memory, but also reflects the hope and joy he feels for her future.

He smiles to himself, feeling a sense of completion. He’s chosen a name and he knows it’s the right one. A name that will guide her on her journey, and remind her of the boundless love and hope that her biological parents hold for her.

As he says the name aloud, he feels a sense of peace. It feels like the perfect name for this little girl, the one who has already stolen a large piece of his heart. He reads the defintion out loud. ‘High, noble, exalted.’ Perfect he says.

He shuts the laptop and because as perfect timing has it, a curdling cry echoes through the monitor. He smiles all the way upstairs, where he opens up the nursery door. He bends down scooping her up and into his arms.

As he holds the baby girl, he gazes into her bright green eyes, wondering what her life will be like and what kind of person she will grow up to be. In that moment, he knows that the name he had chosen for her is perfect, it will shape her identity and be a part of her forever.

He looks down at her and speaks softly.

“ Your name is Bree… Bree -Anne Styles.“

Louis smiles down at Bree, feeling a deep sense of love and connection. He knows that he may have stumbled into this responsibility, but in this moment, he feels like destiny has led him to this little girl, to her, and her beautiful name.

As he held Harry’s child, a wave of sadness washed over him. Harry should have been here, holding his child. Instead, Louis was left to navigate unexpected parenthood alone. He knew that he would love this child unconditionally, but it wasn’t the same as having Harry by his side.

🐺

The following day, Louis decided to pay a visit to his mother’s house. He hadn’t been there in a few days and he could really use a hug from her, that, and a good hours sleep away from bellowing cries.

“ Mum, are you home?“ He yells as he closes the front door behind him.

“ Kitchen sweetheart.“

Louis trudged wearily down the hallway, his footsteps echoing through the unusually silent house. Fatigue weighed heavily upon his shoulders, each step feeling like a burden. The day had already been long and drawn out and it was only 2pm leaving him drained and yearning for respite. His mind wandered to the comforting thought of a warm cup of tea, a momentary escape from the weariness that consumed him.

As he approached the kitchen, a sigh escaped his lips, a testament to his exhaustion.

“God, Mum, I’m so tired,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

The words hung in the air, a plea for understanding and solace. But before he could finish his sentence, his words dissolved into silence, his eyes drawn to Anne who was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on a cuppa while picking away at a scone. It was almost like a scene out of a novel, peaceful and calm, but the tension between them was palpable.

“Afternoon Louis, where’s the baby?” Anne asked, breaking the stillness.

“Liam has her.” Louis replied, noticing the look of relief as he lowered his head down to kiss his mothers forehead.

“ Hey.“

Louis took a deep breath and revealed that he had come up with a name for the baby.

Louis looked at Anne eagerly, his face full of excitement. He had finally come up with something that he wanted to share with her and he could hardly contain his enthusiasm.

She and Jay both leaned forward, eager to hear the reveal. But before he told them, he made sure to emphasize that she didn’t have to use it if she didn’t want to. It was just an idea.

Anne smiled at him warmly, urging him to tell her what it was. Taking a deep breath, he announced the name: Bree. Bree Anne Styles. The name hung in the air as the three of them examined it, the syllables rolling off of their tongues.

“ That’s beautiful Louis. Bree has been so lucky to have had you watch her, Speaking of.“ She says looking over to Jay then back to Louis.

Anne was incredibly grateful to Louis for his unwavering support for her granddaughter. She struggled to find the right words to express her deep appreciation, but she made sure he knew how thankful she was. Anne also took the opportunity to apologize for her son’s behavior and inquired if Harry had reached out to him. Sadly, Louis informed her that he hadn’t received any communication from Harry whatsoever. Anne let out a heavy sigh.

“ I don’t know how I could ever repay you. You have been a life saver.“

Louis smiled warmly at Anne, appreciating her gratitude.

“Thank you, Anne. It has been an honor to watch over her.” he replied sincerely.

“But I must say, I have grown quite attached to her. I’ve come to think of her as my own family.”

Anne’s eyes widened in surprise, but she could see the genuine love and care in Louis’ eyes. She hesitated for a moment before speaking softly.

“Louis, I can see how much you care for her. And I can’t deny that you’ve been a wonderful guardian. But she is my granddaughter, and I want her to grow up with her family. Now that I’m home, I’m happy to take her back to my place. “

Louis’ face dropped, and his heart skipped a beat. “No.” Louis protested instinctively, not even considering the possibility.

The way Anne’s expression changed broke Louis’s heart. He was attached to the baby, and the thought of giving her up now was unbearable. He felt embarrassed as he got up to put his cup in the sink, trying to compose his thoughts.

Louis nodded understandingly, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions.

“I understand, Anne. But…”

His chest began to tighten, suddenly feeling warm.

“ Yeah, you are right, of course. I’m gonna scoot back over to the pack house, collect up her things for you.“ He said quickly.

“ Oh. You don’t have to do that straight away-“

“ No, um it’s probably better that way.“

As he stood there almost ready to proclaim his urgency to leave, he overheard Anne talking to his mother.

“We don’t even know what secondary gender she holds. Without her parents here, there is no way to know, only they can smell it.”

Louis’s mind was racing. He knew he had to make a decision, but he felt torn between his love for the little one and the responsibility that came with raising her.

Does he want to speak up?

“ She’s an Omega. “

Louis sprouts before storming out the door.

Jay and Anne just stare at each other in disbelief.

“ Is that even possible? How can he know that?“

🐺

The other lads felt the same sting in their chests when Louis explained that she had to leave. Even Oli, who he thought would actually be glad for life to go back to normal, looked absolutely devastated.

Anne took the baby that very night, leaving Louis feeling empty and alone once again. His heart yearned to nurture the child, his omega instincts now accustomed to the little girl’s presence in the pack house. He walks into the nursery and finds it empty, except for the few bits of furniture and possessions that Anne had left behind.

Louis didn’t call or check in with Anne. He didn’t want to come across as possessive or lacking faith in her abilities as a mother. But he didn’t anticipate the tears that streamed down his face as he handed the girl over, nor did he imagine his longing for her presence would be this intense.

“Louis?” a soft voice calls out behind him.

He turns to see Liam and Oli standing there, concern evident on their faces.

“It’s too quiet here.” Liam continues, rubbing the back of Louis’ shoulders.

“Sh-she’s been gone for two days.” Louis stammers out. “And I feel like it’s been years. What’s wrong with me?”

The pair look at him in shock as Louis turns around.

“ What?“

Louis follows their gaze and looks down, only to see small wet patches across his shirt. He brushes at his chest, turning away in embarrassment.

“Are you pregnant?” Liam asks, confusion coloring his features.

“Of course I’m not pregnant. Pregnant by immaculate conception?” Louis snaps with sarcasm.

But he freezes when he feels yet another droplet form, and he wipes at it furiously, trying to clean the mess.

Oli is scared.

“Why are you leaking milk?”

🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

A/N

Im sorry this was so long. It ended up being 8.4 k words. Also fun fact, this was not how I orginally planned for this plot to go. I literally changed it last chapter. 👀

Chapter 17 - Birthday Party

A/N

THIS IS ONLY A SMALL CHAPTER 2.8K WORDS. I needed it to end when it did. You will understand why. 🤣

Yep, im running to hide.

You are NOT going to like this next heading. 🫣

🐺

The game of life is a game of boomerangs. Our thoughts, deeds and words will always return to us sooner or later with astounding accuracy. The best gift you can ever give someone is a hug. One size fits all, and no one ever minds if you return it.

🐺

Louis murmured in his sleep as sunlight crept through the slats of his blinds, gently coaxing him from his dreams. He was on the verge of returning to his slumber when a sudden disturbance abruptly interrupted his peaceful rest.

"Wake up, wake up, party now?"

Startling awake, Louis blinked his bleary eyes to adjust them to the sunlight flooding his bedroom. Confusion and amusement mingled on his face as he realized that it was his mischievous little girl Bree, who had crashed into his bed, determined to start the day with unrestrained excitement.

"Mama, mama, it's my number two birthday!" Bree exclaimed, her face alive with uncontainable joy as she counted it out on her fingers. 

Yeah, that had happened.

Two years had passed since Anne had taken Baby Bree from Louis. Bree had been a nightmare for her, screaming incessantly and refusing to eat. Growing increasingly desperate, Anne had no idea what to do with the little girl.

One and a half weeks later, Anne found herself knocking on Louis' bedroom door, an unspoken plea in her eyes.

As Louis held Bree in his arms once again, a strange sensation began to spread through his body. It was an inexplicable feeling, and no one could explain the whys or hows of it. Louis' body had begun producing milk, and somehow, he became the little girl's mother. 

It was a magical rendition, as if the universe had conspired to bring the two of them together. Anne and Jay, along with Louis' and the lads, were the only ones who knew about his newfound ability. They had put it down to their spiritual connection, strengthened by Harry's connection with Bree, and they all left it at that.

As Louis nursed Bree, something extraordinary began to happen. The little girl, once a source of endless frustration, transformed into the perfect little baby. Her cries quieted, and she became peaceful and content. In Louis' care, the once troubled child began to flourish, now deemed the perfect baby. 

Louis watched with awe as the little girl who was once abandoned now sat on his lap, giggling in delight. The girl had started calling him 'mama', and it had touched him more deeply than he ever thought possible.

As she played with her toy in her hand, Louis couldn't help but reflect on how easily he had sunk into the role of being her guardian. It was almost as if this was his calling all along, to be a nurturing parent to a child in need. He had never planned for this moment, never expected it to happen. But now that it had, he knew he couldn't imagine his life without her.

Her big beautiful eyes shone with innocence and curiosity. Louis felt a deep sense of responsibility to protect her from the cruelty of the world and to give her a life of love and happiness.

He ran his fingers through her hair, her curls springing back into place as she looked up at him and smiled, as if she knew how much he loved her. In that moment, Louis felt a sudden surge of emotion, a love so intense that it took his breath away.

He knew that he had to be strong for her, especially today. As much as he wishes to celebrate her birthday, it comes with sad memories. He made a promise to himself to work hard and make sure that she had everything she ever needed. He would be her protector, her provider, and most importantly, her loving mama. Louis had never been a parent before obviously, but he knew that he was born to be this little girl's guardian angel.

As she played with her teddy, Louis watched her with a tenderness in his heart that knew no bounds. He never thought that he could be filled with so much love for another human being. But as the little girl smiled up at him, he knew that he would do anything to keep her safe and happy. She was his everything now, his world, his entire heart.

Louis sat up, laughter bubbling in his chest as he fought the remnants of sleep. Even in her boisterous energy, Bree had somehow managed to charm her way out of being reprimanded for clambering all over him earlier than necessary. The party wasn't until lunch time. 

Carefully cradling Bree's frame in his arms, he carried her downstairs to where he had organised some small decorations the night before. Louis surveyed the room, which had been transformed into a kaleidoscope of colors with balloons bobbing overhead and streamers dancing in the morning breeze. 

A delectable cake awaited their celebration. The one he had worked hard on. He was no pastry chef, but what he had produced was enough. The atmosphere brimmed with the promise of a truly special day.

With a warmth in his heart that eclipsed any lingering fatigue, Louis twirled Bree around the room, a whirlwind of giggles filling the air. The world seemed to brighten under their shared delight as they made breakfast, eager for the afternoon festivities. 

As the hours passed, surprises unfurled and Bree revelled in the attention surrounding her. Friends and family arrived, bearing gifts as tokens of their love, enchanting the atmosphere with laughter and cheer, while Louis kept hidden inside under the pretence of him being ' busy.' 

He looked out the window, balloons escaping into the sky, carrying wishes and dreams along with them, and the whole section of the lawn seemed to expand to accommodate the vastness of love that filled the entire area. 

Louis watched with awe as Bree, his spirited and radiant little star, embraced her special day with open arms, her laughter echoing through the air like a sweet symphony. And in that moment, he realized that this wasn't just a celebration for his daughter's second birthday, it was a celebration of life, love, and the magic that only a child can bring.

" Cake now, mama?"

Louis knew she had already had too much sugar but it's her birthday, how could he possibly say no?

" You can, but only if you give me a hug and let me take your photo, ok. Is that a good deal." 

She begins to already pose and it makes Louis laugh. 

" Hang on darling, I need to open up the camera, plus how about we sneak out the back real quick for a nice picture near the lake. " He laughs, as she giggles. 

" Silly mama." 

" What? Me? No, silly Miss Bree Bree." 

Outside in his desirable location, he hands her a number two balloon to hold as he finally takes the photo.

" Cake now?" 

" Yes sweetheart, cake time." 

" Did someone say cake?" 

Liam opens his arms wide as Bree runs to him. 

" Leelee! "

She collides with his leg embracing him.

" Happy birthday bugalugs."

Bree frowns up at him, Liams pet name not sitting well with her. 

" Leelee , my name is Bree, not bugalugs." 

Liam laughs, about to defend himself when she notices the present, her eyes opening widely. 

" That for me?" 

Liam places the large pink wrapped box down onto the ground. 

" It is."

Louis looks down at the polaroid picture he had just taken of Bree only moments prior, still shaking it dry. 

" Liam, do you mind watching her for a quick second while I pop back inside upstairs? You stay here with Leelee and open your present alright."

" Sure." Liam answers, already helping Bree with the unwrapping. 

Louis solemnly ascended the winding staircase, his mind consumed with a melancholic weight that tugged at his heartstrings. With a sigh, he reached out and withdrew the bed stand drawer, retrieving a photo album that had lain dormant for far too long.

Delicately flipping through the pages, Louis paused as he added the new photo to the collection, gingerly nestled amongst the others. Each page, a treasure trove of memories, documenting every milestone of a life so precious and fleeting. The innocence of her first crawl, the joy of her first steps, the jubilance of her first birthday. Every moment captured vividly and re-lived through the photographs, a pure representation of a world of love and wonder.

As he flicked back to the very beginning, the opening chapter of this emotional journey, Louis was gripped by a powerful sense of yearning. His eyes lingered over the trio of photos that dominated the first page, two of those images portraying souls that are now lost to him. Harry, Brad and Bree. 

The faces of three individuals were woven irrevocably into his heart and etched forever into his mind's eye. Louis couldn't help but be overcome by a bittersweet longing for a life once lived, a reality now unreachable yet ridiculously tempting.

" Mama mama, look what Leelee got me. " 

Being startled like that made him spin around, the album still open in his hands.

" Liam got me biiig doll house. It's pretty mama, oh, why you look so sad for? Did you want a dollhouse too? It's ok, I share mama."

He had always been amazed at how much she had grown and learned in such a short amount of time. She was talking a lot, and he often found himself in awe at her advanced vocabulary and level of conversation. 

Louis smiles at her sweetly as they both look down at the pictures.

" That is very thoughtful of you darling. I'm not sad, just thinking, nothing for you to worry about." 

Bree examines the photos closely.

" Real mama love me still, even though he in heaven?" She asks, seeking confirmation of what she already knows. 

" Bree sweety, look at me. Real mama will always love you, I told you this. If mama Brad could be here, he would be. He always loves you." 

Bree sadly smiles as she bends down to kiss the picture of Brad. 

" What about daddy? He be here too, if he could?" 

Shit. 

Overwhelmed by uncertainty, Louis found himself grappling with the daunting question bestowed upon him. Uncertainty and unease began to clutch at his heartstrings, barraging him with a flurry of emotions that threatened to engulf him. 

It was then that he heard the telltale creak of the doorway, signalling the quiet arrival of Liam, who leaned against the frame with a grave expression that mirrored Louis's own. The silence between them was deafening and Louis knew he must navigate this unfamiliar terrain alone, straining for an appropriate response for a curious two year old.

" Daddy, he um. Daddy loves you too. Daddy will come home one day. Until then though, you are stuck with me!" He leans forward and begins to tickle her as Liam rushes over to join in the fun. 

" And me and uncle Zayn and Mr Olly" he tickles into her ribs as her laughter lights up the room. 

Liam looks at Louis and sighs. 

" You ready to face everyone outside?" 

Louis walks over and looks out the window. 

" Only if you are." 

🐺

As the sun soared high in the sky, the entrance to the woodlands shimmered with a tranquil yet captivating atmosphere. The place had been decorated with enchanting fairy lights and intricately designed wooden stalls draped in pristine white cloth, giving off an air of elegance and sophistication. Nature had added its own touch with delicate green vines and exotic floral arrangements, lending the occasion a newfound sense of exoticism. 

Louis, who refused to be addressed as the pack leader preferring to be called just ' Louis', was overjoyed to finally bring forth his long held dream of a magnificent party for his sweethearts celebration. The tempting spread of gourmet food that he had personally curated was laid out in mesmerizing perfection, except for the absence of anything chocolate or coffee related, two painful reminders of the past that Louis preferred not to be confronted with. 

As the guests had already trickled in, their senses were bewitched by the heady aroma of the delectable treats on display. The atmosphere was electric with vivacious chatter and animated laughter, a perfect embodiment of the joyous occasion. The violinist's soothing melody added a tranquil touch to the ambiance. Louis was brimming with pride, for he had managed to create an exquisite celebration that no one was likely to forget anytime soon. 

Bree's joy knew no bounds as she was passed around like a precious jewel between Anne, Jay, Lotti, Liam, Oli, and Zayn, her ultimate six favourite people. These were the only pack members that the two year old trusted and Louis never contested the choice, as he too agreed with the selection. The present table groaned under the weight of the gifts, towering so high that Louis began to wonder where he would put them all.

The excitement radiating from the group was palpable as they giggled and chattered, prodding Bree with happy exclamations, each trying to outdo the other in making her laugh. Bree was at the center of it all, her seraphic face immersed in pure delight. 

As Louis observed the scene before him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and affection for his pack. They had become a family again, one as a whole, intertwined in ways that surpassed the usual hierarchy of the pack. They had made every effort to make Bree's birthday celebration a magical affair, one that would stay etched in her memories for years to come.

As the presents piled up, Louis' mind wandered towards the future, of the potential adventures and challenges that the pack would soon face. However, for that moment, they basked in the warmth of their shared joy, relishing each other's company and the unconditional love that bound them together.

Jay's keen intuition was quick to pick up on Louis' restive thoughts, which everyone seemed to be privy to. She gently inquired.

"How are you holding up, Love?"

Louis' response was measured, yet infused with an underlying sense of assurance. 

"I'm good, mum. In fact, I'm really good this year. Bree was up at the crack of dawn, giddy with excitement. It won't be too long before she's ready for her afternoon nap, especially after all that sugar, I'm surprised she hasn't already fallen into a candy coma. "

Jay chuckled affectionately, looking over at his daughter, who was currently being thrown up and down in the air by Zayn. 

"You look like you could use some rest too. Are you feeling alright? Is your heat due?"

Louis took a deep breath, mulling over the right words to express a growing sense of perturbation. 

"No, not until next month. Speaking of which, are you alright to take care of her again when the time comes?"

"Of course, dear. You know how much I love being with her." Jay reassured him, heartened by her son's growing maturity.

Louis's gaze drifted downward, a manifestation of his growing apprehension. 

" Do you sometimes ever get a sense that something is not right? Like something is about to happen and you can't shake the feeling off ?"

Jay's expression softened, mirroring Louis' apprehension. 

"Can't say I have. What do-" 

"Mama, Mama!" 

Bree's excited cry cut through Louis' musings, causing him to smile effusively as he scooped her up in a bear hug. For that moment, he pushed his worries aside, reveling in the ecstatic joy of a father holding his beloved child.

Zayn and Liam, who had been contemplating the possibility of starting a family of their own, were now entirely smitten with baby fever, sparked by none other than the infectious little Bree.

" I know this is a spectacular party and all, but um, look, I know it's not the best time to probably suggest such a crude thing but ah, how about we go back inside and um, get to work on mixing our own DNA. If you get my drift?" Zayn muffled into Liam's ear. 

As they sipped their drinks, Zayn surreptitiously hinted at his idea of leaving the revelry behind and "mixing" their DNA. However, Liam seemed distracted, his attention drawn towards something in the distance that had caught his eye. 

Zayn turned around, following Liam's gaze until he too laid eyes on the same object. His knees buckled beneath him, as he stumbled, barely able to keep upright. 

"Is that...?" His voice trailed off, shock and disbelief etched across his face.

"Holy fucking shit." Liam breathed, echoing Zayn's thoughts.

" It's Niall" Liam spoke.

" And Harry." Zayn finished. 

🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

A/N
 

 

Below are some pictures from Bree's Birthday Party. 

Happy birthday Bree 

🎉🎁

The photo Louis took.

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The birthday cake Louis made
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Some of the decorations.

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# Chapter 18 - What happens now?

A/N 

This chapter will take off straight from the last one. 👍

Who is excited that Harry is back? 

And Who is scared? 

Who is annoyed?

Tw
Very slight action of physical abuse. 

🐺

'
Picture a moment of sheer disbelief as this individual, thought to be gone forever, suddenly resurfaces in someone's life. Their unexpected return brings a wave of negative emotions, leaving many people feeling overwhelmed, hurt, and filled with regret. Imagine your world has been turned upside down, and now you must navigate through the turmoil caused by this unwelcome presence, leaving people grappling with the consequences of this unexpected reunion.'

🐺 

Louis basked in the idyllic summer day, lost in the giggles of his darling daughter as she frolicked amidst the garden's natural clearing, chasing after a butterfly. The gentle breeze infused with the sweet scent of flourishing flora enlivened their senses, masking the ominous clouds gathering on the horizon.

Bree laughed hysterically as she failed in capturing the tiny insect, playfully tumbling into her father's lap, sending them both into a fit of laughter. The awestruck man was captivated by none other than his child's joy, completely engrossed in his daughter's happiness, unaware of the storm brewing off in the distance.

Harry stood at the edge of the yard, his gaze fixed on Louis and the little girl. He watched from afar, his heart heavy as he witnessed the scene playing before him. His heart pounded in his chest as a mixture of shock, longing, and pain coursed through his veins.

The sight of his beloved friend with a child shattered his heart, bringing forth all the memories and emotions that threatened to consume him. He isn't paying too much attention to the child, but he does realise it's a child he hasn't seen before. He wondered if Louis had found the happiness he had always desired, and if he had moved on and found solace with another alpha. The torment was unbearable, triggering thoughts of his past mistakes and the love he had now lost.

" Fucking Hell Harry, where have you been?"

As soon as Zayn's gravelly voice pierced through the silence, Harry jolted in shock, turning to face him nervously. He chose not to respond, instead offering a tight embrace to his long lost friend, overjoyed to be in his company once more. However, his elation was short-lived as his eyes shifted towards the direction of his alpha's beckoning, painfully aware of the urgency to flee at his command. His alpha was just wanting to run until the omega it had craved for was back in his arms. 

Harry's heart raced as he caught sight of the boy he had yearned for, uncertainty dripping in his voice as he spoke.

"Is that...?"

He paused in his tracks, taking in the young man before him, the very one who had been the source of his strength during all the trying times he had endured in the past two years. The clammy tone of Harry's voice gave away his emotions as he marvelled at how this single person could still manage to affect him so deeply after all this time.

Here is where the wires get completely crossed.

Misunderstandings are the byproduct of miscommunication, making it imperative to choose our words wisely when talking to our peers. 

Zayn stares over at Louis, a smile proudly spread across his face. 

" Yeah, it is. She is so beautiful, Harry, and Louis, he has been such a great mama to her." 

Tears welled up in Harry's eyes, threatening to spill over. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, as he fought against the surge of emotions flowing through him. The sight was both beautiful and agonizing, a bittersweet reminder of what the two of them had lost. 

" Mama, mama, help me catch it!" Bree laughs off in the distance. 

Unable to bear the weight of his unspoken feelings any longer, Harry turned on his heel and retreated back towards the pack house, his heart heavy with unanswered questions and aching with a love that still lingered.

Louis had moved on. 
Louis has a child.
Louis has another Alpha. 

Or, so poor Harry had thought. 

You see, Zayn had assumed that Harry was asking if the kid was his, the child he had conceived with Brad, to which Zayn had replied honestly.

But Harry's mind was elsewhere, under the impression that his own child would be in the company of Brad, definitely not with Louis, Harry still not having any clue of what has happened. 

" Harry! Where the fuck are you going?"

Zayn's incredulous expression spoke volumes as he watched Harry's retreating figure, his conviction to follow him wavered momentarily. However, Niall's resolute grip on his arm halted any further movement.

"What could have possibly possessed him to just walk away?" Zayn demanded, his voice laced with frustration and confusion.

"We've been through a lot, mate." Niall reasoned, his voice unwavering, "Perhaps we should just let him process it all in his own way, yeah? You of all people should know what he gets like. Just give him a moment please."

Zayn's attempt to clear things up seemed to have fallen on deaf ears, prompting Niall to intervene again, holding him back from going after him.

Despite the urgency he felt to seek answers from Harry, Zayn knew that Niall's advice held merit. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Zayn turned his gaze away from Harry's disappearing form, and turned towards Niall.

"I guess you're right but, process what exactly Niall? It's not like he didn't know he was going to be a Dad." he acquiesced begrudgingly."

Niall scrunches his face up just as confused as Zayn is. 

" What?" 

" What?" Zayn parrots back unsure.

" Is that Harry's child or Louis'? "

As if that question wasn't complicated enough, the truth of the matter was such: biologically, the child belonged to Harry, but Louis was the one who stepped into the role of her parent. This was a predicament no one saw coming. 

" Are you talking about Bree, the one with Louis over there? That is Harry and Brad's daughter." 

Niall's eyes widened in disbelief as he strained to see their two figures. 

"This isn't good," Zayn muttered under his breath, feeling a sense of unease growing within him.

Zayn's sudden outburst caught Niall off guard, causing him to turn around and give him a quizzical look. 

"What's going on?" Niall asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"Louis and Bree are heading towards the house." Zayn replied, his voice laced with panic. "We need to do something."

Sensing Zayn's anxiety and unease, Niall placed a reassuring hand on his arm, stopping him mid-sentence. 

"We can't interfere," he stated firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

"Whatever happens, will happen for a reason. It's fate. So let it be. It is what it is."

Zayn gulped audibly, his eyes flickering with uncertainty before nodding in compliance. 

Zayn just watches on, his eyes frantically looking to Liam who has been quiet the entire time, which is now adding to Zayn's heightened anxiety.

" Where have you two been Niall?" Liam asked quietly.

Niall takes a deep breath watching Louis getting closer and closer towards the front door. 

" It's a long story." 

🐺

As they walk hand in hand towards their home, Louis' little girl yawns from exhaustion. It's been a day filled with birthday festivities, and she desperately needs her nap. 

"Only nap for a little bit, right Mama?" she pleads, swinging her arm back and forth. 

"Yes, darling," Louis assures her with a smile. "First, we go potty but let's take off these muddy boots before we go inside." 

As she tries to flick her boots off, one flies up and accidentally hits the glass sidelights next to the door. 

"Sorry, Mama," she apologizes. 

Louis is hesitant to scold her on her special day, so he simply smiles and playfully bops her nose. 

"Don't worry about it," he says. "Now let's go insi--" 

The door suddenly swings open before he can finish his sentence, and Louis finds himself inexplicably stunned.

Is he over-tired, seeing things, or has he gone crazy? Yes, the latter seems like the only logical explanation. He drops the bottle of water he had been holding, the cap falling off as it hits the ground causing water to spill everywhere. Louis can only stare in disbelief at Harry. 

Fucking Harry ! 

" Oh no mama, the water!" 

Louis' ears are ringing, and he cannot hear anything but the sound of his own heart thumping in his chest. Bree clings tightly onto his leg, and Harry stares at him with a shock that mirrors his own. The air is thick with tension, and it feels eerily quiet and awkward. 

Thankfully, Bree's cries for attention break the silence. 

"Mama, the water, the water!" she calls out, her voice piercing through Louis' panic. 

Louis' heart is racing faster than it ever has before. Looking down at Bree, then back at Harry, who is still also staring at him unaware of what to say or do, he scoops up his little girl into his arms, dropping her boots as he pushes past Harry and bee-lines for the stairs.

With a heavy heart and apprehension gnawing at his insides, Louis ascends the stairs, the sound of his own footsteps echoing through the vacant halls. Suddenly, Harry's faint voice interjects; "Lou". Louis ignores it, swiftly shutting the door to Bree's room, whereupon Bree, visibly shaken by her mother's distressed reaction, sits nervously on the bed. 

Despite trying to maintain his composure, Louis can feel himself losing control as he frantically walks about the room, pulling the blinds down and preparing her blanket for her nap.

" Wait wait, potty first." 

However, as he turns to leave towards the ensuite, Louis detects that something is amiss. Looking back, he discovers that Bree has not yet moved from her position. She stares back at him anxiously. 

"I'm sorry darling if I scared you, I didn't mean-", Louis begins, only to be interrupted.

"Was that daddy?" 

With his mind racing and his heart pounding, Louis is momentarily at a loss for words. Beset by a mixture of emotions, he is acutely aware of the weight of the conversation they are about to have. Bree scrutinizes him carefully. 

"He looks just like the man in the photo book, mama."

Knowing he cannot evade the discussion any longer, Louis sits beside Bree and places his hands on her knees. He feels a lump in his throat as he considers his response. Louis can't bring himself to lie to his daughter - he never has. He just wishes he had had some time to prepare for this conversation.

" Yes, it was and-" 

" Why did he look so scary, mama?" 

Bree bows her head down solemnly towards her lap, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

"Why didn't he say hello, Mama. Does he not like me, have I done something wrong?" Her quivering voice is heavy with fear and confusion.

Louis' heart is breaking. Trying to explain something upsetting while trying to refrain from tears is a whole different level of pain.

He opens his mouth to speak, but his words fail him. The trail of a single tear glides down his cheek, quickly brushed away in an effort to maintain composure. 

" Oh hunni, no you have done nothing wrong, please dont think like that. Daddy was just very tired. I'm sure he will see you soon. Now let's get you ready for that nap, ok." 

Embracing her in a gentle hug, he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head before urging her to follow his instructions. 

"Come now, let us prepare for your rest."

Louis leads the young child to the bathroom. Once she is settled cozily back into her bed, he leans down to place a kiss upon her sleepy forehead, hoping to lull her into a peaceful slumber. 

Suddenly, an earth-shattering roar shakes the very foundations of the house, causing the child to quiver in Louis' embrace. It's a roar he recognises too well. 

" Im scareeeed." 

"Be not afraid, my dear," he murmurs as she lunges up and into his arms, his voice oozing reassurance. "I am by your side. Fear not, no one is going to hurt you, especially not Daddy. You are safe, my little omega."

As the echoes of the deafening blast fades away, it's safe to say that Harry has just found out the truth about Brad and their precious daughter Bree.

As Louis strokes her hair, the girl falls asleep rather quickly, the party having worn her out. He sits for an extra ten minutes just to make sure she is out cold. He grabs the monitor and heads to his room. 

Sitting at the edge of the bed, his heart clenches with anxiety as Harry reemerges into his mind. The weight of returning his daughter to him dawns on him painfully. 

A sudden noise at the door handle startles him into a panic. His heart races as he realizes that he's in Harry's room. The relief washes over him when he sees that it is Liam peeking through the door. 

"Thank God, Li." Louis sighs in relief, his breath heavy with emotion."I have to...I need to...Bree, Liam, I need to get out of here." He hyperventilates.

Liam's reassuring smile does little to quell his racing thoughts. 

"Take a deep breath now, it's alright, " Liam says calmly, "Harry is with Zayn in the living room as Niall has gone to fetch Anne, I think he plans on going to stay with her, he knows you're up here. He knows it all, Lou. He's been told about Brad and Bree and how you stepped up. He is pretty shaken up and overwhelmed." 

" This is so fucked up. Where has he been?" 

The gravity of the situation hits even harder, with the added weight of Harry's absence and Liam's lack of information. 

Liam only shrugs.

" We got an extremely brief run down from Niall but Louis, I think it's best if it comes from Harry himself. You two have a lot to talk about, especially about Bree." 

Niall's brief explanation leaves much to be desired, but Louis can sense the gravity of the situation. Harry will undoubtedly have to divulge more details, especially when it comes to Bree, but It's clear that the two of them need to have a serious conversation about what's occurred.

As he contemplates what lies ahead, Louis realizes that nothing will be the same again. The future seems uncertain and murky, and the weight of it all is almost suffocating.

The prospect of facing Harry, and the Bree situation seems daunting beyond belief.

Fuck.....

🐺

Louis felt an irresistible pull towards Bree, a longing that kept sleep at bay. Against his own judgement, his omega pleaded with him to bring her into his room, to keep her close. As he embarked on the short journey down the hallway, his attention was abruptly diverted by distant voices emanating from downstairs. Consumed by curiosity, he found himself involuntarily gravitating towards the staircase.

His stride faltered after merely four steps, halted by a sound that reverberated through his core. It was that voice, the one that had haunted him for countless years, the same voice that his omega had already begun to idolize. But forgiveness eluded Louis, his heart still burdened by old wounds.

'Go down there, go down there' his omega pleaded, desperate for a reunion, but Louis could not muster the strength to oblige nor did he really want to. Instead, he descended onto the mid-step of the grand staircase, transfixed by the sound of Harry's voice, a melody he hadn't heard in years.

"Zayn" Harry spoke, his voice heavy with remorse. 

"I must find Brad's parents, amidst these shattered pieces of our past, I need to offer my sincerest apologies to them. It's unfathomable to me that such a terrible tragedy has befallen the pack when I wasn't here. You know I didn't love him Zaynie, but I cared for him. If I could have been here I would have, please tell me you believe me. I never thought for a moment that something like this could have happened. If only I could have been here, to shield us all from this heartache. You understand that, don't you, Zayn?"

Louis could discern the pain laced with sincerity in Harry's voice as he continued on to speak about Brad's autopsy, while Zayn continued to reassure him that he couldn't have changed anything, Brad's death was purely a tragedy, and no one was to blame. For what seemed like an eternity, Louis sat there, absorbing every word, yet feeling no closer to the answers he sought after. He felt his head snap up in surprise, as he heard Harry mention Bree's name, his curiosity suddenly piqued.

" Can you show me that picture of Bree again." He said, his voice cracking. 

Unbeknownst to Louis, he had begun to shake uncontrollably, his entire frame quivering with the mere thought of Harry taking away the little girl he had already sewn into his heart. 

" God, she's so beautiful and so tall already. I heard her speak Zayn, and I didn't even pick up that she was mine. How could I have no smelt that or fucking hell, my alpha was so focused on Louis that I -" Harry nearly chokes on his own words. " Oh god, I ignored her, shit, I, oh god, she's going to hate me. Does she even know who I am?"

Louis can hear Harry's muffled tears. 

" She does yes, but Harry, she is going to love you, just like she does Louis."

As he sat there in the deafening silence of the empty house, the ticking clock on the wall seemed to thunder with ominous portent. His senses fixed on the sound of Harry's response, his breath caught in his throat as the words tumbled forth.

"She calls him mama." Harry declared, more an observation than a question. 

Unaware of Zayn's affirmative nod or Harry wiping away his own tears, Louis could only listen on with unblinking eyes, his heart hanging precariously in the balance.

Zayn paused, attempting to choose his words with care. 

"Yeah, as a baby she was... difficult to say the least. A real nightmare, if I'm being honest. But we soon discovered that she was just simply pining for Louis. He fills her heart with joy and contentment. She adores him more than anything." he explained, gazing intently at Louis.

The ensuing quiet was deafening, enveloping them in a shroud of anticipation. Anxiety began to gnaw fiercely at Louis's heart as he struggled to come to terms with the weight of Harry's words; a slow, crippling sadness crept over him as he awaited a response.

"Father like daughter, I guess." 

As the words left Harry's lips, Louis' eyes welled up with unshed tears, his Omega clawing at his insides begging and begging to go to him and yet Louis just continued to sit there. 

His head snapped up at the sound of heels clicking against the wooden floorboards, the staccato rhythm of each step jarring him out of his thoughts. He watched as Anne strode past, her mind seemingly preoccupied with more pressing issues as she never even noticed him. She disappeared into the room where he heard the heartrending sound of Harry's voice addressing his mother 

"Mum."

Louis winced at the loud slap that followed, presumably across the face.

"DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!!" Anne's voice thundered, filled with outrage and despair. 

It was a difficult situation for a mother who had painfully missed her child, who had suddenly vanished into thin air. The thoughts that must have gone through her mind, the unfathomable horrors she had imagined her son was facing out there in the world.

Louis slowly stood and walked closer, peering around the door frame from a safe distance. He couldn't bear to imagine the hurt that was etched on her face, the unbearable weight of the past few years bearing down heavily on her frail shoulders.

As he stood there, his eyes misting over, Anne's gentle touch seemed to cocoon Harry into a warm embrace. She stroked his cheek tenderly, her hand cuffing around his neck as she whispered. 

"You scared me so much, where have you been, baby? Come here." 

Her violent sobs echoed through the room as she embraced him tightly, her grip unyielding.

Anne's intense reaction to her son returning and the events that followed could be attributed to her omega status. Being an omega, Anne felt responsible for the emotional well being of those around her, and her son leaving meant that he left behind not only one but essentially two omegas, and an unborn child which may have exacerbated her stress. Her omega instincts may have kicked in, which ultimately lead to her emotional outburst. Despite this, Harry seemed to dismiss Anne's reaction, her omega status contributing in playing a significant role in her behavior, and it is clear that she has suffered a great deal. 

Harry mumbled out a small apology as Anne continued to hold him, not willing to let him go yet.

"I'm so sorry, Mum. I'm so so so sorry."
He said, his voice choked with sadness. 

The bond between mother and son had never seemed stronger, and Louis was struck by how beautiful it was to witness such an outpouring of love and forgiveness.

" Please forgive me. I tried mum, I tried really hard to come back." 

Anne pulled away, clasping his hands in her own. 

"Ssh, baby. You can tell me all about it when you've settled in. I'm just really glad to have you back again. Are you okay? Not injured? Are you-?"

"Physically, I'm fine. Emotionally? Yeah, I'm bruised." Harry replied, his eyes darting to where Louis stood awkwardly in the corner.

In that moment as they briefly locked eyes, he knew he needed to speak to Louis, to tell him all about what had happened, but something in Louis' demeanor warned him away, and he watched in silence as Louis turned and quickly left the room.

For now, Harry knew he needed to give him some space. 

🐺

As Bree awoke from her afternoon nap, he couldn't help but notice that she had slept for longer than usual. The clock showed that it was getting close to 5pm in the evening which meant only one thing, his daughter was going to be hungry soon. Bree sat up, rubbing the last of the sleep from her eyes as she wiggled her toes. 

However, Louis remained hesitant, his palms sweating and his heart racing. He knew that he needed to tend to their daughter's needs who was already fussing, but he was too scared to leave their room, he didn't want no chance of running into Harry. To avoid giving explanations to her, he frantically texted Liam, requesting his presence. Bree watched as Louis' eyes darted back and forth from his phone to the door.

Minutes later, there was a gentle knock on their door, and Liam walked in. He looked at Louis and could tell something was amiss. Liam delivered the news that Harry was leaving soon, that Anne had insisted on having both Harry and Niall spend the night at her place to freshen up.

" Ok. Let's just wait a bit and then head down, little miss Bree says her tummy is empty." 

Liam looked at her surprised. 

" How?"

" Beats me. She had so much food at the party, where does she fit it all in? " Louis laughed as Bree smiled, patting her stomach.

" After she's been fed, I will get stuck into cleaning up all the mess. Did everyone leave ok?" 

Liam settled himself wearily on the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning Louis' dishevelled appearance as he addressed him.

"No, Louis, it's quite alright." Liam replied. 

"Your mother and Lotti did a commendable job of cleaning up outside, and once the word quickly spread of Harry's return, it kind of resulted in a mass exodus from the area. However, it seems that the elders wish to speak with you tomorrow."

Louis groaned visibly at the thought, his wariness quite clear. 

"Yes, well, that was to be expected, I suppose," he lamented. He let out a deep breath, his guardedness giving way to a momentary lapse in his composure.

Liam sensed the tension in the air and offered a calming tone to assuage his friend's anxieties.

" You ready to get something to eat munchkin?" he asked Bree, hoping to divert Louis' focus from the impending meeting with the elders.

🐺

As Louis descends the stairs, he catches a glimpse of Harry outside the window. He abruptly halts, on the verge of shouting at Bree to stop, realizing that Harry might spot them if they continue. However, his heart triumphs this time, understanding that Harry would be longing to see her.

" You two go ahead, I'll catch up in a moment." he says, trying to conceal his concern. Liam, sharp as ever, understands exactly what's happening and smiles softly.

By some twist of fate, Bree begins to sing and skip, swaying while holding Liam's hand. As anticipated, it does indeed catch Harry's attention. Louis watches as Harry brings his hand to cover his mouth, captivated by every step she takes. He can sense the overwhelming emotions emanating from Harry, who is unable to tear his gaze away from her. His own heart clenches, witnessing Harry's profound distress, seeing the love pouring from his eyes. 

But as it seems, Fate had other plans in store for him as Bree turns back around.

"Come on mama! I'm hungry," she says.

Shit.

Louis takes a deep breath, realizing he has no other option. He begins his walk down the stairs, his eyes fixed on Bree, but all he can feel is the piercing gaze of an alpha on him. Without knowing why, Louis turns his head, his blue eyes meeting Harry's green ones. Tears stream down Harry's face, a sight that Louis can't ignore. With a small nod, Louis shows a hint of respect, and Harry immediately understands that Louis had intentionally let him see her.

🐺 

The day had been long and tiring for Harry, and as he slumped into the front seat of his mother's car, his exhaustion was noticeable.

Niall sat stoically in the back, ready to retreat to the comforts of a familiar home and seek refuge from the day's tumultuous events. But just as they thought their journey was about to begin, Anne unbuckled her seatbelt and announced a sudden departure from the vehicle. 

"Guys, just give me a minute. I've forgotten my bag." she said, her urgency evident.

As Anne scurried back into the house to retrieve her forgotten belongings, Harry let out a deep sigh, his mind heavy with all the information he had learned today. Niall leaned forward, his eyes intently fixed upon Harry. His hands gripped the headrest, as the two contemplated what may lie ahead while they waited for the inevitable return of Anne.

"I knew coming back would be overwhelming, but bloody hell, today was crazy, huh?" Niall said, looking at Harry through the visor mirror, sadness in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Niall, for everything. If I hadn't have sent you off in the beginning, then-"

"Hey, don't go there, mate. We can't change what happened. Let's just be glad we're home, yeah?" Niall interrupted, trying to offer some solace.

Harry lowered his head, his gaze shifting to the window, staring at nothing in particular.

"Should've never set foot in Mexico."

Harry muttered, Niall watching as Harry rummaged through his pockets, both their gazes falling upon the vial in his hand.

"What do you reckon he'll say?" Niall asked curiously.

Harry examined the vial, holding it delicately between his thumb and index finger.

"Dunno. How do I explain that everything we did was for him? For this." Harry said, his eyes fixed on the liquid once more.

"With all that's happened Ni, how do I tell him that we've found a cure?"

🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

A/N

Come On! You guys didn't really think id give you the reunion already did you? You did???

Then you lot still don't know me well enough.

Next chapter, I promise ! 😊

# Chapter 19- Reunion 

🐺

Louis sat silently in the dimly lit elders' hut, staring down at his hands that are clasped tightly in his lap. The air was thick with tension, a palpable sense of unease lingering over the room. It was as if the very walls of the hut were suffocating the four men huddled together within its confines.

The fire crackled merrily in its pit, casting long shadows over the rough wooden walls. The elders sat on either side of Louis, their faces grave and solemn as they spoke in hushed tones. 

The older man cleared his throat, drawing the attention of all three other men. 

"Now that Harry is back among us, he will resume his rightful place as pack leader. We thank you, Louis, for stepping up in his absence. Your bravery has not gone unnoticed."

Louis nodded his head with a faint smile and returned his gaze firmly on his hands that are clutching his fingers together so tightly that his knuckles have turned white. He knew that Harry was watching him, and he didn't want to risk meeting his former lover's eyes. The pain of their separation had been reignited, once again aching within him.

It was Harry who broke the silence next, his voice low and rough. 

"Thank you, elders, for your guidance and wisdom. I am grateful for your support but-"

" Mr Styles, although Mr Tomlinson had stepped up with such ease and led this pack with the utmost respect, may I remind you, that YOU are an alpha, the rightful heir passed down through your father. This is not up for discussion." 

The room lapsed into a tense silence once more, and Louis wanted nothing more than to turn and face the other man, to demand an explanation for why he had left without a goodbye. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not yet.

The elders seemed to sense the discomfort between the two men, and cleared their throats once more. 

"We will leave you now to discuss matters amongst yourselves." they said, rising to their feet. "May the spirits guide and protect you both."

As the door of the hut swung shut behind the elders, Louis could almost feel the heat of Harry's stare. He forced himself to remain still, to keep his eyes trained resolutely on his lap. But it was as if the other man's presence was a physical force, overwhelming and all-consuming.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Harry spoke. "Louis." he said softly, the sound carrying easily through the stillness of the hut. "I know that I hurt you deeply and I just want you to know that I never intended for things to end the way they did."

Louis bit his lip. He wanted to scream, to rage at the other man for leaving him so abruptly, for leaving him alone, for leaving Bree alone. But he stayed quiet. He had waited for so long to have this conversation, to finally let out all the confounding thoughts that had been stirring inside of him for years. Yet, now that he was standing face to face with Harry, his words deserted him like the crest of a wave retreating back to the sea. His insides were churning with every passing moment, his knees growing weaker, his heart thumping louder.

"I am truly sorry and I don't expect forgiveness." Harry continued, his voice quiet and raw. "But I hope that we can find a way to move forward, to at least be civil with one another and in regards to Bree-"

Louis shuddered at the mention of Bree's name, his heart clenching tightly, a knot forming in his stomach. He knew when he woke up this morning that this meeting was going to be hard. But fuck the elders for leaving like that. This is not how he saw this panning out. 

The mere mention of Bree revealed a vulnerability that was creeping in him, one that he had tried so hard to conceal. He closed himself off, distancing himself from the possibility of revisiting the memories that he'd harboured for so long.

Harry could see the retreat in Louis' eyes as he tried to push forward, but Louis was obdurate, his mind was set. He knew he was not ready to sift through the painful memories that came with Bree, to face the possibility of losing her. Not yet, at least.

One deep inhale and exhale later, Louis gathered all the courage he could muster and rose to his feet. His mind raced, contemplating the myriad of outcomes that could arise from this impromptu reunion. All he knew was that he needed to face Harry. Their eyes met, locking in a moment of intense emotion, as Louis began to speak.

With a heavy heart, Louis shut down the conversation, not ready to entertain the potential consequences of revisiting a time that had threatened to unravel him in the past.

"Welcome home, Harry." he choked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The words spilled out of his broken lips, tumbling forth like a flood of pent up devastation. Deep inside, Harry's senses were acutely attuned to the pain exuding through Louis's voice. In that moment, he wished he could take back his homecoming. Maybe it would have been less painful for them both if he had simply stayed away.

Harry's inner alpha howled in pain as Louis made his exit.

🐺

Louis proceeded towards Harry's chamber, his mind consumed with the task of packing up his belongings. With a heavy heart, he had requested that Liam keep a watchful eye over his dear Bree as he ventured to manage the task at hand. His mother had been his saving grace AGAIN, accommodating to his plea of returning to their family abode without any hesitation. 

Though time didn't press him, Louis was determined to cut short his stay as the weight of the elders meeting proved to be an overwhelming task to bear. He needed time away to wrap his head around Harry's return and what it meant for his future with Bree. All he desired right now was a hot calming shower and a snuggle with his beloved daughter.

It took him a little longer than he had imagined, but he was finally ready to leave. With unwavering dedication, he hoisted his luggage, glancing at the surroundings to ensure that nothing was left behind. Once he was satisfied that he had packed up all the essentials, he shut the door with silent finality. As he descended the staircase, the weighty bags proved to be an arduous burden, causing considerable strain to his physique, unaccustomed to such exertion. If he were still an Alpha, this challenge would have been insignificant, but alas, such was not the case.

Louis remains clueless that his every move is being monitored from a distance as he steps closer towards the front entrance. Gracefully and obliviously he moves towards this impending journey, unaware of the fact that he is being observed from afar. It is yet to be revealed to him that Harry has secluded himself into the quiet lounge room as he waited to see Oli regarding pack information, where he watches on in silence with a heavy heart.

As Louis approaches the front entrance, his appearance attracts Harry's attention in a significant way.
As he gazes upon Louis' once toned body, Harry notices, with admiration and a sense of awe, the newfound curves, softness, and tenderness of his physique. Harry loves Louis as an Omega because he looks so sweet and innocent and so caring. With a luminous glow about him, Louis' complexion, so often masked in authority, now radiates with a new level of gentle kindness that Harry had never experienced before. It's as though Louis has transformed into the perfect embodiment of everything that Harry had ever wanted - kind, loving, gentle, with an inner strength that no one could ever hope to match. 

While Harry could hardly believe how much Louis had changed since he had been gone, he was an unmistakable masterpiece. Harry knew that he, too, had gone through a metamorphosis of his own, but he couldn't help but fixate on the beautiful Omega in front of him. Watching him gather his belongings to leave was like witnessing a rare and precious flowering tree suddenly become plucked from the ground and moved to an unknown destination.

However, grappling with the complexity of his emotions, Harry remains hesitant to address the situation until he hears the sound of a car pulling up outside. Examining the luggage carefully, Harry realizes that Louis intends to depart, with all of Bree's belongings thoughtfully packed and organized. The sight of departing luggage triggers a flood of latent fear within Harry, and he is forced to confront his innermost feelings as Louis continues with his intended journey.

Without much thought, Harry rushes over to Louis, stepping forward to confront him directly, which startles him. Harry's hand slams the door shut, preventing Louis from exiting entirely, and with a passionate yet sad voice, Harry begs him not to leave.

"No, Please don't go. You don't need to do this, Lou. This is Bree's home, I mean, this is your home, too. Please don't uproot everything you've built here" Harry exclaims. "I won't let you do this, I'll stay at my mum's" he adds, pleadingly. 

The air grows heavy as Harry lays his heart bare, waiting for Louis' response, unsure of what to expect.

"Harry I have to leave and as the elders said your rightful place is as head of the pack. You need to stay here, but I'm not ready to be around you just yet. Please, give me some time and then we can talk."

Harry just wants to hug him so badly and trying to keep his alpha in control is proving to be difficult. Louis is struggling too because all he can smell is that rich chocolate and Coffee scent, the very one he had worked so hard to alleviate is now making his head spin. 

God he has missed him so much. 

" Of course but I would really love to see Bree and-" 

Their reunion was interrupted by the arrival of Oli, who appeared just in time to break their trance-like interaction. 

"Harry, there you are! Are you ready to go see the rut and heat huts? They turned out amazing. You're going to love them." Oli exclaimed, his uncanny timing impeccable as always, probably slipping his mind that he may have been interrupting something important. 

Frustrated yet not entirely surprised, Harry turned back around to see that Louis had already slipped away unnoticed out the front door.

🐺

One week later. 

As Louis gradually stirred from his slumber, he was met with the boisterous laughter protruding from his daughter. Much like every other morning, he was not the least bit concerned of her whereabouts, for he knew exactly where she'd be. Without fail, Bree would always flock to the company of Lotti and Jay who simply adored and spoiled her. However, upon glancing at the time, Louis' initial tranquillity was abruptly disrupted. 

"Fuck!" he muttered to himself, scrambling to his feet.

It was already 10.43am. 

Ever since Harry's return, an insidious habit had crept its way back into Louis' life - sleepless nights. Last night had been particularly bad. Louis had believed that by accepting Lotti's generous offer to let them have her room while she slept in the twin's room, he would finally experience a comfortable night's rest on a plush double bed. However, his assumption had proved to be wrong.

Despite attributing his restlessness to the machinations of Harry's unexpected return, the truth being that last night had been plain excruciating. It was as if his mind had refused to switch off, leaving him in a perpetual state of restlessness, unable to stay still no matter the effort he put in. And to make matters worse, Bree lay next to him blissfully sound asleep, unperturbed by her father's troubles. He knew his tardiness wouldn't sit well with his mother, and as he got dressed and made his way to the kitchen, her formidable glare was enough to validate his fears. 

"Ah, my dear son, you've finally managed to join us" she sneered with a voice dripping with sarcasm.

" Mama, guess what I made? Look look!" 

Louis leant over to place a kiss to the top of her head. 

" I will look in a second, just give me a minute to fetch a cuppa tea, ok." He switched on the kettle, opening the cupboard door fetching the largest mug he could find. 

" You mean drawn, not made." Anne corrected Bree as she slid a banana muffin across the table towards her. Waiting for the kettle to boil, Louis sat down next to her as he let out a yawn, looking down at the drawing she had finished only moments prior. 

" Is that me and You? Louis asked quizzatively as Bree nodded happily that he had guessed it. 

" That's so sweet baby girl." He said pointing at the scribbles with red love hearts around them.

" Auntie Lolly did those bits, was too hard for me." Louis couldn't contain his smile at how adorable she is sometimes. 

" And who's this? Is that Lolly?" 

Bree went quiet as Louis' eyes stayed trained on the other person in the drawing that was across the other side of the page.

" Bree?"

He looked at Anne whose lips were pursed. Shit he knows exactly who it is. 

" Hmm, let me think, is it daddy?" 

The room fell into a hushed stillness as Bree cast a cautious glance towards her mother. The sudden silence in the room was evident as Bree's eyes moved between her mama and grandma, assessing their faces with a careful gaze. When she finally spoke, her voice was laced with confusion and concern.

" You not feel sad?" she asked softly.

Louis instinctively drew closer, encircling her with a comforting arm and tenderly stroking her own.
Louis felt his heart twinge at the sound of his daughter's innocent voice. He knew that things weren't as simple as he wished they were, but he also couldn't bring himself to confess his struggles.

"No, darling, I'm not sad." He reassured her, his voice gentle and soothing.

"But Daddy made you cry the other day. I heard you when you thought I was asleep."

Those words pierced through Louis' heart, leaving him speechless and at a loss for how to respond. He longed to alleviate her worries, to assure her immediately that everything would be alright, but how to go about it was the question. 

White lies. The dictionary will tell you that it's a small lie said in order to prevent hurting another person over something so trivial, which is true, because in this case he has only hurt himself by not being honest and lying to her.

" You got scared a little too, but remember when I said, daddy wouldn't hurt you. Well guess what? Daddy wouldn't hurt me either. He wouldn't hurt Lolly or the twins or grandma or uncle Leelee, no one in this family or the entire pack baby ok. Mama was just tired and happy daddy was home. Happy tears darling, happy tears." 

Little white lies. The phrase had always irked Louis, reminding him of the inevitable consequences of dishonesty that his parents had taught him so long ago. And yet here he was, witnessing his own suffering on the consequences of his own deceptions.

He has never lied to her before and Jay can sense how hurt he feels.

" So little miss, now that mama is awake, do you want to come for a drive into town and get some groceries?" 

Bree is listening to Jay but her thoughts are still stuck somewhere else as she looks to Louis.

" Daddys been home forever now mama, and still not come see me. Why?" 

Louis takes a deep breath. Seven days he has been home but in the eyes of  such a small child it must seem like an eternity 'forever.' Well he has already told one lie, what's wrong with telling another? 

" Soon I think. He has just been really busy. If you are going to go with grandma please grab your red coat, it looks cold outside today. I think it's still in the lounge room." 

As Bree obediently skipped off to attend to her task, Louis downed the last dregs of his tea, only to be interrupted by the insistent ringing of his phone. And of course, it had to be at that precise moment when his mother happened to be walking up behind him, peering at his phone screen inquisitively. 

Harry's name flashed up on the screen, causing a flicker of unease to run through him. It had been three days since he had received that very first text message from an unknown number, only to discover that it was Harry, who had bought a new phone and wanted to share his new number with him. Louis had saved the number, but had yet to respond to any of Harry's messages, which had been pouring in thick and fast ever since.

How is Bree?

Please, can I see her Lou?

Tell her I love and miss her.

Louis felt a twinge of guilt as his gaze flickered towards his mother, who raised an eyebrow in silent query. He quickly turned his attention back to his phone, his heart racing as he read Harry's latest message.

' I know you needed time and I respect that. I'm happy to just speak about Bree Lou. I really need to see her. My alpha needs it Lou, I just need to check that she is ok. Please answer me.'

Part of Louis wants to respond with
' She's been fine for the last two years, how is now any different?'
And the other part of him wants to grab Bree and head straight over there.

Jays voice caught his attention.

" Speaking of Harry, you can't keep doing this Lou. You need to talk to him. You can't put it off forever. Bree is curious and is eager to meet him. You always told her how much her daddy and real mama loved her and now he is here, it's only natural she wants to see him. As far as Harry goes Louis, he has every right to see her. Bree is his daughter." 

The power of words cannot be underestimated. Each syllable strikes him like a dagger, piercing his flesh and burrowing deep into his soul. He rises from his chair and silently makes his way to the sink, his trembling hands pouring the remnants of his coffee down the drain. His eyes remain fixed on the world outside, his mind in turmoil as he tries to process the pain inflicted upon him by the one he loved, loves . 

He knows that he cannot go on like this, that something within him has been irrevocably broken. Yet he cannot bring himself to face the source of his suffering, the one who has shattered everything he held dear.

Jay could see the wheels turning in his mind, the internal battle between his sense of responsibility and his fear of losing her.

" She is mine too." He retorts back quietly.

"I know. But the thing is, lying about the small things just spurs on the big things. And it's not just about hurting her, it's about hurting yourself too."

Jay's heart ached for him as she watched him leave the room, knowing that the road ahead would be difficult and uncertain. But she also knew that her son had the strength to face the truth and to fight for what he truly wanted. He just needed to be brave. 

🐺

" Louis, did you hear me?"

As Jay spoke, her voice trembling with dread, Louis felt his stomach drop. Louis had heard her. He strained to listen, his heart racing with fear and anticipation. He is just having trouble understanding what he thought he had just heard. Jay had returned from shopping only twenty minutes ago. After unpacking the groceries and laying Bree down for a nap, Jay has just informed Louis of some 'whispers' She heard around the supermarket. 

" Yes, I heard. Do you really think he would do that?" 

Jay tied her hair back as she sat down gracefully beside him on the outdoor lounge. 

" I did try to warn you. Personally, I don't think Harry would use the elders in order to get Bree." 

She leaned back, savoring the feeling as the sun's rays danced upon her skin.

" However, have you forgotten what it's like to be an alpha? The moment he saw her Louis, the bond that an alpha and child share, it's like a fierce, primal instinct that drives them to protect their little one from any harm. They go to great lengths to ensure their child's well-being and happiness. An alpha's protective instincts towards their child are incredibly strong. He would have had an overwhelming sense of responsibility to do anything to keep her safe and be with her." 

As she turns her head, her breath catches at the sight of Louis, his shoulders slumped, and eyes misty with distress. Her heart sinks as she watches him pick at the hem of his shirt. Without hesitation, she slides closer to him and takes his hand, wrapping her fingers around his, gripping it firmly in a reassuring hold.

"Louis" her voice was soft, imploring a sense of understanding. 

"I know this conversation won't be an easy one, but please hear me out. You, my dear, have accomplished something truly remarkable. Taking in that little girl, it takes a heart of gold, and you have that in spades. As once an Alpha, and now as an Omega, I couldn't be prouder of the man you have become. You made the right decision, and Bree will be forever grateful for the love and care you have shown her."

Gradually, Louis falls into his mother, seeking comfort in her embrace, his head coming to rest upon her shoulder. Jay notices the tension in her son's body easing, and understands that he needs more than just her physical presence. She takes a deep breath and begins to speak, aware that even though Louis isn't responding, she needs to continue for his sake.

"Despite any lingering animosity towards Harry for his past actions, we both know deep in our hearts that he would never stoop so low as to keep you apart from her, my dear. He wouldn't dare cause such heartache for either of you. Have faith sweetheart and who knows, before long, you might meet an alpha and have little ones of your own some day, Lou."

As Louis trembles against her, his mother holds him tightly, feeling the wetness of his tears on her shoulder. Her own eyes threaten to overflow as her son speaks through heavy sobs, confessing his love for someone he may have to let go.

"I cannot fathom life without her '' Louis cries out. "I feel as though I could learn to be content just seeing her, but my omega will not relinquish its hold on her, I can already feel it. My omega won't let go. I love Bree so much it hurts. It really really hurts, mum."

Her heart is aching for her son, his mother recognizing the pain he endures and listens intently. With a loving and understanding tone, she lets him sob, holding him close and offering him the comfort he needs in order to hopefully find the strength to move forward.

" Oh my baby boy. It's ok. It's ok, it will be ok." She repeats with a heavy heart. 

In that moment, Louis faces his fears and decides what he must do. He knows that his mum will always be there to guide him, just as she was in his darkest of days.

He sits up wiping his face as he pulls out his phone.

To Liam:
" Are you free? Can you pop over for a chat?"

🐺

Louis' hands trembled as he nervously fussed about, trying his best to get his daughter dressed in her best clothes, making sure every detail was perfect. It had been two long years since she was born, and now, here he was, a lump forming in his throat. He knew that today was a big day for Bree, and he couldn't help but feel anxious about it. She was going to see Harry, her biological father, for the very first time.

Bree, oblivious to the emotions swirling around her, gazed up at Louis with curiosity in her eyes.

"Mama, why am I dressed in this pretty outfit? Another party? " she asked hopefully, knowing these sorts of clothes are usually reserved for outings, looking up at Louis with her big Green eyes.

Louis took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. "Well, sweetheart, today is a very important day." he said in a gentle voice. "You're going to meet someone very special that I want you to get to know."

Bree tilted her head, her light curls bouncing as she pondered the mystery. "Who, mama?"

Bree's face lit up with a smile, but quickly softened not wanting to get her hopes up 

"Is it daddy?"

Louis took a deep breath, steeling himself for the revelation. 

"Yes you're going to go and meet Harry, your daddy, sweetie." 

The words were heavy with unspoken secrets, years of lost time and missed opportunities.

Just then, Liam entered the room, giving Louis a nod of understanding. 
He positioned himself beside Louis, offering a reassuring smile. 

"I'm ready to take Bree over to meet Harry, whenever you're ready." Liam said softly. 

Louis nodded, knowing that the time was right. 

"Okay, it's time to go," he said. "Liam is going to take you over to the pack house alright. Are you ready?"

Liam had agreed to be the bridge between Harry and Louis for the time being. He understood the complexities of their history and played his part as the intermediary, easing the tension between two people who had once held each other's hearts. Still holding each other's hearts. 

Bree's eyes lit up with excitement but then soon frowned. 

"You not coming? What if daddy don't like me, mama?"

Louis felt a choking sensation grip his throat, his chest tight and constricted. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to leave the room, to escape the suffocating grasp of his pain. But he knew that the only way to heal was to start learning how to pull back, to take one step at a time towards repairing his broken Omega. 

Even though the journey ahead seemed daunting and uncertain, Louis knew that he had to persevere, no matter what it takes. With each passing second, he fought harder, pushing himself beyond his limits.

He knew that he had to remain strong, to somehow mend the shattered pieces of his Omega. Every step he took felt like a struggle, every breath like a betrayal. Yet, Louis refused to give up, to succumb to the pain.

" He loves you, remember, you are going to have a wonderful time, I promise. If at any stage you wanna leave you just have to let Liam know, he is going to be with you the entire time." 

When Louis had texted Harry yesterday, Harry had understood that Liam attending would be beneficial and more comfortable for Bree to have someone with her that was familiar. Louis had asked Liam as Anne hadn't been feeling well the past few days. Truth be told, Harry didn't care, he was just beside himself that Louis had finally responded. 

" Ok. Give me a kiss and be on your best behaviour alright." 

Bree pecked his cheek as she gave Liam grabby hands to pick her up. 

" Bye bye mama, me love you." 

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry he thought to himself as he held back tears. 

" Love you more!" 

As Louis watched Bree leave hand in hand with Liam, it felt as if a part of himself was leaving too. He knew this meeting was going to shape their lives, he just didn't know how yet. 

Mend it or shatter it? 
Only time shall tell. 

In that moment, Louis vowed to himself that no matter how the meeting unfolded, he would do everything in his power to ensure that Bree had the love and happiness she deserved, even if it meant facing the pain of his past with Harry. 

And with that determination, Louis had no other option than to trust that Bree's day would be filled with happiness and love, ready to face the unexpected twists and turns that awaited them both. Louis watched as Bree disappeared around the corner with Liam, feeling a strange mixture of sadness and pride. He knew that Bree was going to change after this, to learn about her own history, to realize that there was more to her life than what she knew.

🐺

Meanwhile, Harry nervously waited for the encounter he had been dreaming of since he left years ago. However, today, his wait had finally come to an end. His heart was racing with every passing second as he checked his phone repeatedly to see if he had missed any calls or texts while continuously checking the time. He fidgeted in place, gradually wearing a path into the carpet beneath his feet. His mind raced as he tried to think of ways to make a good impression.

Any minute now.

As they waited, Zayn remained by his side, steadfast and unwavering, determined to soothe his friend's nerves. Harry, on the other hand, was a bundle of anxious energy, his hands fumbling with anything in sight, his mind racing as he tried to find a way to quell his nerves.

The anticipation was eating away at him, it was like he was standing on the edge of a precipice staring down at the unknown below. He was overwhelmed by a jumble of feelings; excitement, fear, happiness, hope. He had heard stories and memories about her, but now, he was ready to make his own.

"Relax, Harry." Zayn urged. "You're going to be a great father. You don't have to doubt yourself."

He smoothed out his shirt and ran a hand through his hair repeatedly, trying to make sure that he looked his best. Every time he heard a sound, his head snapped up, imagining that she had arrived. He couldn't help but think about what she might think of him or what he had to offer.

"I dont know. That's not what I'm worried about." Harry replied, his voice quivering. "What if she doesn't like me? What if she's absolutely terrified of me? What do I do then?"

Zayn sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Harry, I can assure you that isn't going to happen. She's your daughter, and you love her. She'll love you too."

The room was buzzing with excitement and expectation. The table was ready with a vase of fresh flowers and some chocolates on a new plate that Harry went out to buy earlier. He had to make the best first impression possible.

However, his mind raced with questions. Would she like him? Would she be angry? Would she even show up? Harry could feel his heart racing as he tried to squish the thoughts that were thundering through his head.
He couldn't help but think back on all the moments he had missed. He regretted not being there for her first steps or the first time she called out 'Mama'. It dawns on him then that he doesn't even know her first word, it could have been anything. In fact, he realises he knows hardly anything about her. 

" Oh shit, I don't know anything?" 

" Huh?" 

" Zayn what is her favourite colour? Favourite animal? What does she like to eat? " he rushed out. 

He tried to calm himself down, feeling the pressure of the situation but failed. He had so much riding on this, so much to prove. 

" Harry, just breathe."

The seconds ticked by at a snail's pace, each one seeming to stretch into an eternity.

But just as he was about to give up hope, the moment of truth had finally arrived as they froze listening. A car had pulled up outside, and his heart leapt into his throat. He took a deep breath and tried to steady himself, ready for the moment he had been waiting for.

He needed to settle down before she came in, so he focused on only one thing: his daughter. He thought about all the things he wanted to do with her: go to the park, read her books, take her for ice cream. The possibilities were endless, and Harry couldn't wait to finally be a part of her life.

" I just want everything to be perfect, you know?"

Zayn nodded sympathetically, but before he could offer any more reassurance, there was a knock at the door.

"That must be her." Zayn said, his voice low with excitement.

Harry's heart raced as Zayn went to open the door. He could hear the sound of little footsteps and a soft, sweet voice chatting away to Zayn as he brought her into the living room.

There she stood in front of Harry, a tiny girl with light curls bobbing around her shoulders, and eyes as green as a forest in spring. As he looked at her, he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity, almost as if he was looking in the mirror. And yet there was something different about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Suddenly, he remembered Brad and felt a tightness in his chest. The pang of sadness hit him hard, and he wondered how Brad would have reacted to seeing his little girl. Breathless with emotion, Harry made a move to reach out to her, but then hesitated. He didn't want to scare her away.

Now seeing her up close, Harry couldn't believe his eyes. She was more beautiful than he had ever imagined. The room fell silent as all eyes fell on Harry. He looked to Liam who smiled softly urging him to proceed. For a moment, he was almost too overwhelmed to speak.

As Harry gazed into the little girl's deep, soulful eyes, time appeared to stand still. The way she looked back at him, with an almost indescribable mix of curiosity and wariness, left Harry feeling both enchanted and nervous at the same time. Although she wasn't exactly beaming with joy, Harry found himself relieved that she didn't seem overly frightened either. He couldn't help but notice how her tiny fingers clung onto Liam's leg with a sense of hesitation, as if she was afraid to let go. Despite the swirling emotions going on inside him, Harry knew that he had to find a way to earn her trust, to make her feel comfortable enough to open up to him.

"Bree?" he called out softly.

"Daddy?" Bree asked, her eyes lighting up with joy but still very hesitant.

As Harry's eyes grew teary, he felt his heart swell with an overwhelming sense of joy. One of two missing pieces of his soul had finally found its way back to him. He cast his gaze downwards, feeling the weight of his emotions as he opened his arms in anticipation. Bree looked to Liam, hope and happiness shimmering in her eyes. With a gentle nod, Liam gave her permission to proceed. Pinpricks of excitement danced through Bree's veins as she bolted towards Harry, lost in the pure ecstasy of his loving embrace. 

He felt a rush of warmth and comfort, a sense of relief and contentment at finally being acquainted, a full two years in the making. 

The scent of his daughter was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Her scent was uniquely blended with that of Brad's which created a complex fragrance that intrigued him. Brad's scent had a Grassy, earthy undertone, reminiscent of the forest after a rainstorm, while his daughter's scent was soft, sweet, and delicate. But there was something else there, too. Something that made his alpha sit up and take notice.

Louis. 

He could smell the scent of Louis on his daughter's skin. It was a scent that he had missed so much over the years. The scent of his ex-lover was comforting and familiar, but it also made Harry's heart ache with longing.

As he held his little daughter, Harry felt a wave of emotions hit him at once, Joy, love, and gratitude all mixed together in a jumble of feelings. He looked down at Bree and pressed his face to her soft skin.

"You're so beautiful." he whispered, his voice choking with emotion. "I love you so much, do you know that?"

Harry knew that his life had just changed in a profound way. He was a father now, and he felt a sense of responsibility and pride that he had never experienced before. Holding his daughter, he knew that he would do everything in his power to protect her, to provide for her, and to ensure that she had the best life possible.

" Yes." She replied so timidly. 

"Mama always told me that you loved me and would come back for me one day and although, real mama is in the sky, he still loves me very much." she said with a hopeful glimmer in her eyes.

As Harry hears her words, his jaw quivers, and he struggles to hold back the cascade of tears. Louis had taken care of his child so well, and Harry's heart couldn't bear the thought of losing them again. 

How could he ever repay him? 

The answer is simple.... He can't.

Zayn and Harry shared a moment of telepathy as they exchanged surprised glances at just how advanced Bree's speech was. Liam instinctively gravitated closer to Zayn, and Zayn protectively draped his arm around Liam. They both watched in awe, feeling honoured to watch on, as Bree and Harry shared a special bonding moment that solidified their unbreakable family bond.

" Are you going to leave again?" Bree asks, so quiet it's barely audible. 

Have you ever heard something so heart wrenching that it left you physically feeling your own heart shatter? As if, that fuzzy warm feeling inside your stomach changed at the drop of a hat, like all the pretty butterflies had just suddenly up and died? Yeah, Harry now has. 

" Oh my goodness, no." Harry answered truthfully as he stroked a single tear that had escaped her eye.

" No babygirl, I'm never leaving you again, ever. You or mama."

Bree hugged him tightly, scared that he may be lying. 

For a long time, Harry just cuddled his little girl, taking in the scent of her skin and the feel of her small body in his arms. It was a moment that he would never forget, a moment that he would cherish for the rest of his life.

🐺

Only eighteen minutes had passed since her departure, and Louis was frantically rushing to the pack house, every ounce of his Omega in complete disarray. The mere thought of Bree being away from him causes Louis to feel as though he is lost, or abandoning her. Despite his desperate attempts to distract himself and trust in Harry's capabilities, Louis' maternal instincts refuse to take a break. The anguish of separation is just too much to bear.

As Louis arrives at the pack house, he halts in the driveway, wrestling with his own thoughts, contemplating whether to turn back and head home.

She's alright, Louis. Just go home he mutters to himself, his gaze scanning the yard. It is then that he catches sight of Harry and Liam in the distance, assisting Bree into Harry's car. Panic floods over him as he exclaims out loud within the confines of his vehicle. 

"Damn it, does he even have a car seat? She needs a bloody car seat!"

Desperation fills his voice as he watches Harry lean into the door frame, fervently hoping that he's securing Bree safely. Suddenly, a sharp knock on his window startles him, and he turns to find Zayn's face appearing as the window winds down. 

"Well, well, well, fancy seeing you here, Tomlinson." Zayn remarks, his tone devoid of amusement as he notices the strain etched on Louis' face.

"Goodness, Louis, take a breath. Liam mentioned I should keep an eye out for you, that's all, he said you might struggle with leaving her today." 

Louis steps out of the car, and Zayn nods his head over in the direction towards the house.

"Come on, let's go have a cuppa or a valium if needed." Zayn jokes, finally making Louis smile, but only for a split second. 

As they settle in the kitchen, Louis paces back and forth restlessly, finding no solace in the tea's feeble attempt to calm his frayed nerves. He is starting to think the valium might have been the better option as he begins to feel his heart rate protrude through his chest. 

" Did he have a car seat?" Louis blurts out of nowhere.

" What?" 

" A car seat Zayn, please tell me that there was and-" 

The room fell silent as Zayn stood up and hurried over to him. His heightened sense of smell had tipped him off that something was incredibly wrong.

Louis' arm trembled under his touch as he let out a low growl, lost in the flashback of his last encounter with Harry, his breathing escalating, his mind racing out of control.

Louis, and funny enough Zayn, are both consumed by vivid flashbacks of his last drop, the memories reverberating through their inner beings. In a gesture of support, Zayn firmly grasps Louis' arm, his voice commanding attention. 

"Louis, focus on me. Take a deep breath, in... and out. That's it." Zayn reassures, emphasizing the importance of calming down. 

"Trust me, Bree had a car seat. As soon as Harry learned he could see her, he wasted no time and bought one yesterday. In fact, he went above and beyond, getting many other things for her as well."

The words were supposed to comfort him, comfort the omega, but all it did, was the total opposite as Louis' mind spiralled out of control.

"Great, Harry is buying the necessities he needs in order to take her away from me. Bree is going to love Harry, and forget about me.' 

As Zayn's eyes darted back and forth, he couldn't help but steal glances at the clock on the wall. He knew his wait was almost over, yet the uncertainty of the impending situation made him restless. Harry had promised they would only be gone for thirty minutes, but an hour had ticked by on the clock, making Zayn apprehensive about their delayed return home.

Louis' heart raced with frantic fear and unrelenting anxiety as he paced back and forth in the kitchen. As an omega, he was naturally protective of his daughter. This was the first time he had ever been separated from her properly and the weight of the loneliness was beginning to crush him. The closer he got to a drop, the harder it became for Zayn to soothe him. With each passing moment, his fears intensified until they consumed him entirely, overwhelming his every thought and action. Louis was trapped in the grip of suffocating distress, unable to see past the unrelenting terror that threatened to derail him completely.

As Louis rapidly spirals into a state of despair before his eyes, Zayn swiftly reaches for his phone and dials Harry's number in a desperate attempt to seek assistance. But the line goes unanswered, instigating a sudden surge of adrenaline in Zayn's senses as he understands that it is up to him to prevent Louis from plummeting into the depths of a drop once again.

" Shit. Louis, please you need to listen to me. You are going to drop any minute if you don't calm down, you can't do this again Lou, Bree needs you. LOUIS!" 

Not in the right state of mind, Louis is listening but his omega is not. Zayn has no other option, but he is scared it might make it worse. He pulls at his hair because he can't win either way. He grabs ahold of Louis' biceps stopping him from shaking, his alpha tone hopefully about to do its job. 

" Louis, sit down and relax now."

Unfortunately for Zayn, the timing couldn't have been worse. Just as he entered the kitchen, Harry's roar echoed through the room. Harry was visibly shocked to see Louis there, but his anger quickly took over. As an alpha, he couldn't stand another alpha asserting dominance over what he perceived as his omega. Harry's instincts kicked in, and he was ready to go for Zayn's throat.

" Oh calm your fucking tits Harry. Unless you want him falling into another drop, get your fucking ass over here!"

Harry froze when hearing the word "drop". 

" HARRY NOW!" 

Harry didn't care about any repercussions that he may have to face from Louis as he took a bold step forward, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, but he refused to falter. With a swift movement, he encircled Louis in his strong, protective arms, unleashing a torrent of calming pheromones that eloped them both in a powerful, irresistible embrace. 

As their bodies moulded together like two halves of a perfect whole, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration and a hint of danger, for he knew that this moment could lead to unforeseen consequences, yet he was powerless to resist. And as Louis melted into his embrace, a calm washed over him, like the soothing balm of a summer breeze.

Zayn's words hung in the air, a chilling reminder of how much he still doesn't know. Harry's heart pounded as he watched Louis writhe in agony, trying to catch his breath.

" What do you mean another drop Zayn? What's happening right now? What set this off." 

Zayn steps backwards allowing Harry some room. Harry scooped Louis up in his arms, cradling him like a fragile bird. He tried to soothe him with gentle words, but his mind was racing with fear.

" He dropped when you left years ago. I will tell you about it later, he was worried about Bree, I don't think his omega coped very well being away from her, speaking of, where is she?"

Harry's heart sank even further.

" Liam took her over to the pond to feed the ducks. He shouldn't be much longer. Please go and distract them for a bit. I will text you when he is in the all clear." 

Zayn didn't respond. He turned around and left immediately and Harry quickly scanned his eyes over Louis while rocking him back and forth gently.

" God, I'm so sorry Lou, just breathe baby just breathe, you will be ok omega, you are safe, Bree is safe." 

After what seemed like an eternity, Louis started to regain his composure. He swivelled towards Harry, streams of tears still cascading down his cheeks, his entire body shaking in a disquieting manner. His gaze locked onto Harry's sympathetic eyes, yearning for solace.

"Please, Harry, you can't take her away from me. Please, I beg of you, don't do it, I love her, Harry."

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# Chapter 20 - The Talk

A/N

This chapter takes off directly from where it left off last chapter.

Also, this chapter is very long. Its a monster! 12.4k words ! I needed to fit everything in to explain Harry's whereabouts.

PLEASE READ : 

Also, the places, names and events I mention in this chapter are NOT factual representation and I have changed  information to fit the story. No offence was intended to these places or people. 

These places were just randomly picked.
 

Dont know if its a TW or not but there is mention of religious celebrations and cultural beliefs. There is also mention of physical and emotional abuse and captivity. Please read with caution if you are triggered by any of that. 

Ok, now that's out of the way, lets go.

  

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"Lou, hey, listen to me and listen carefully." Harry called out, hoping to gain the omega's attention.

Louis slowly blinked open his eyes, realizing that he was sitting on Harry's lap. He looked up, meeting Harry's concerned gaze. Harry's heart ached as he saw the tears staining Louis' face. Gently, he brushed a strand of hair away and spoke softly.

"Hey, don't worry, little omega. I would never take Bree away from you. I just want to get to know her, that's all. I won't come between you two, I promise. I understand why you might have felt that way, but there's no need to fret, omega. None at all."

Louis wiped his eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed by his emotional outburst. He felt exposed and vulnerable in front of Harry, unsure of how he would be perceived.

After mustering up all his courage, Louis finally spoke up and addressed Harry in a hushed tone. 

"Hey, Harry?" he whispered.

In response, Harry turned to him, his tone endearing yet curious. 

"Yes?" he asked with a warm smile.

Returning the smile, Louis' eyes sparkled with a mischievous playful glimmer.

"Hey, can you um, maybe put me down?" he murmured softly.

Noticing the blush on Louis' cheeks, Harry refrained from commenting and simply complied, his grip loosening as he set Louis down gently. A tender smile adorned his face, relieved to hear Louis' calmer voice once again.

As soon as his feet hit the floor, Louis turned away. The whole emotional outburst had caused him so much embarrassment. He didn't want to look at Harry now, afraid of saying or doing something silly again.

"Oh shit. Where is she?" Louis questioned anxiously, frantically scanning his surroundings as he spun around.

"Stay calm. Remember to relax." Harry reassured him, urging him to take a deep breath.

"Liam and Zayn are keeping her entertained outside. She didn't see or hear anything. It's all good."

Louis stood still, making the atmosphere feel uneasy.

"Let's grab some water from the kitchen." Harry suggested, taking a few steps before he realized Louis hadn't budged.

"Come on, Lou. Please." Harry expected Louis to put up a fight, but to his surprise, Louis nodded and followed him willingly.

Harry carefully handed the cup to Louis, scrutinizing him with a watchful eye to ensure that he drank the entire contents. Louis still bore the telltale signs of crying; it showed across his blotchy red face. Harry's alpha instincts urged him to comfort his friend, a rare impulse for him to heed. As Louis placed the empty glass down on the table, he seemed mortified and anxious to flee.

"I should go." Louis began to stammer.

Though he understood Louis' desire to escape, Harry refused to allow him to leave without addressing the situation that had just occurred, including learning of his last drop.

"We need to talk, Lou. Not necessarily today, but soon. There's a lot we need to discuss about Bree, and if you're willing, I'd be grateful if you'd let me take the time to explain why I left and why I couldn't come back."

Harry waited with bated breath as Louis stared intently at him, the tense silence stretching out for what felt like a lifetime. Finally, with a struggle, Louis managed to force out the words he had been grappling with.

"Ok."

Despite the unmistakable relief that flooded through him, Harry could hear the sound of raucous laughter and footsteps outside growing ever so closer, and he knew they were running out of time. Gathering all his courage, he made a valiant attempt to settle Louis' nerves once and for all.

"Good, but not today." he said firmly, watching Louis' face soften. "You need to go home and rest. Take a bath, read a book, do whatever it takes to unwind and relax. You deserve it."

Harry could see the stubborn stance of Louis' jaw set back in and knew he wasn't going to take the suggestion lightly, but he refused to back down. After all, he had promised to take care of Louis, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

"But Bree -" Louis hesitated, looking worried.

"Bree is going to be fine. Don't worry, I've got this." Harry promised, giving Louis a reassuring smile.

"Alright."

Louis' smile was cautious as he turned towards the door. Harry watched him go, his heart heavy with the weight of his friend's pain.

But Louis didn't get far before he stopped in the doorway. With one hand resting on the wall, Louis turned back towards Harry, his expression uncertain.

"Um, H?" he began tentatively.

Harry felt his heart skip a beat as he heard the old nickname. For years now, things between him and Louis had been so strained, but in this moment, it felt like they were back to how they used to be, even if it was only for a short moment.

"Thank you...for earlier, for stopping me from-"

Harry's heart broke at the thought of Louis thinking he had to apologize for nearly dropping. He stepped closer to his friend, his voice soft and gentle.

"No, don't do that. There's nothing to be sorry for, especially that."

Relief flooded Louis' features as he took in Harry's words. For the first time since Harry's return, he felt like he could properly breathe again. With the promise of regular updates and reassurance that Liam would be helping too and that they were both reachable by their phones, Louis felt a weight lifted off his shoulders.

Louis internally acknowledged that yes, Bree would be okay. It was himself that he needed to take care of. It was only himself that needed reassurance. Something deep inside of him knows that Harry means it all, he has nothing else to fear... or not now at least anyway.

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Harry's heart swelled with love as he gazed at his daughter. They were in the heart of the fall woods, the air was crisp and the sunlight danced among the colorful autumn leaves. The sun's rays sparked in Bree's beautiful eyes, as she clutched her father's hand tightly, admiring the array of iridescent leaves that lay scattered around them. 

Bree's face lit up with delight as she picked up the fallen leaves and began throwing them up in the air, giggling with pure pleasure as they fluttered down around her. Harry was mesmerized by his little girl's inquisitive nature; every new object and emotion was a pure adventure for her and he loved that about his daughter. As he watched on, he felt a deep sense of pride and comfort, knowing that he could protect her from anything that may come her way. The instant love he felt is something he doesn't think he could ever explain to anyone. 

He couldn't resist joining in with her game. Gently prying his hand free from hers, he began to play in the leaves alongside her. He tossed the multi-colored leaves high into the sky, watching as they twirled back down to the ground like confetti in the wind. 

As Bree continued her game, she spun around and observed the forest around them, taking in every beautifully detailed nook and cranny. Harry watched, admiring the way the world seemed to open up magically before her very eyes. He felt like he was experiencing the world differently through her eyes, as though the mundane was suddenly filled with wonder.

He knew that the memories he had already made were already etched deeply into his mind, but he wanted something more tangible, something that he could look back on in years to come and remember this day.

He glanced down at Bree who was still clutching a handful of leaves in her tiny hands. He thought about how much she had changed in a short amount of time since he last saw her, and how he would probably continue to marvel at her growth and development for the rest of his life. 

Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his camera.

"Hey, Bree," he said, crouching down beside her. "How about we take a picture and send it to mama?"

Bree's face lit up with excitement, as Harry pulled out his camera and began snapping several shots that captured the enchanting scenery of the autumn woods and the tender love shared between him and his daughter.

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Feeling grateful for the special opportunity to revel in life's beauty with his child, Harry cherished the day and held onto it tightly in his heart. He knew it was a moment they would both want to remember fondly for years to come.

As the day began to wind down, Harry and Bree made their way back home through the stunning woods. As they took their final steps out onto the path, Harry's heart overflowed with a sense of awe and contentment. He knew he wouldn't forget this magical moment with her, basking in the simple beauty of life and love. Today was definitely a complete success.

As they approached Liam, Harry didn't mean to pry or overhear, but it was hard not to.

"I will take a test tomorrow, baby. I won't be much longer here, ok? Yes, yes, love you too."

Harry didn't want to step on any toes or interfere by asking, but it didn't stop a smile creeping in as he thought of how much Liam and Zayn would be great as parents. Hanging up the phone and flicking his eyes between the pair, Liam's eyes brimmed with affection as he gazed at Bree, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

"Did you enjoy it out there today, sweetie? I know you love being out in the woods."

In response, Bree's little hands eagerly reached out towards Liam, her tiny fingers curling into grabby hands. Liam's heart melted as he scooped her up, feeling her soft warmth against his chest.

"Oh, yes, Li Li." Bree whispered, her voice barely audible. "Daddy is so much fun! But I really, really need to go potty."

With a knowing glance exchanged between Liam and Harry, Liam mouthed the urgent message to his friend. He understood that Bree felt more at ease with him, more familiar and comfortable, especially in moments like these where she knew Liam better.

Determined to ensure Bree's comfort, Liam gently took her hand in his, their fingers entwined as they embarked on their journey towards the pack house. As they set off, a familiar voice echoed through the air, catching Harry's attention from behind. It was his mother, calling out to him, her voice filled with warmth and love.

"How has your day been, my love? Did everything go smoothly with Bree?"

Harry wrapped Anne in a warm embrace, his arms providing a sense of comfort and security for her, once again happy at seeing her son on a daily basis.  As they strolled together, their steps perfectly synchronized, a gentle breeze danced through the air. Anne turned to Harry, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Well?" she asked eagerly, her voice filled with anticipation, urging Harry to share his thoughts.

"It's been absolutely incredible, Mum." Harry exclaimed, his face beaming with joy. "Bree, she's just beyond words, isn't she? My gosh, she's adorable, sweet, and absolutely perfect in every way. I can't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness whenever I'm with her."

Anne's heart swelled with pride, her smile radiating pure joy. Seeing her son bond with his precious little one brought her immeasurable delight.

"I'm so happy you two had such a wonderful time. Where is she? Has she gone already? Please don't tell me I've missed her?"

Concern washed over her as she wondered if she had missed Bree's departure.

Harry gently guided Anne towards the house, his hand resting reassuringly on her arm. "No, she's still inside with Liam, just taking a quick toilet break." he reassured her.

Just then, Harry's phone chimed with a familiar notification sound. A smile spread across his face as he read the text from Louis replying to the cute picture he had sent earlier. Anne couldn't help but notice the change in Harry's expression and playfully asked.

" Um, do I even have to ask who has you smiling like that? Or am I safe to assume it's a short brown haired Omega who goes by the name of Louis."

Harry's gaze lingered on Anne, a trace of long-held fondness still glimmering  throughout his eyes. She knew that look all too well, having seen it countless times over the years.
She returned his wistful stare, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. 

"Oh it is, ok, is he checking on Bree?" she replied with a hint of amusement. 
"It must be hard for Louis, and I can only imagine how his omega must be feeling. Speaking of Mr. Tomlinson, have you told him about the cure yet?" 

He had told his mother about the cure the other night when he had broken down crying in her arms. He had told her about everything that he and Niall had gone through and all the troubles of the last few years to get it off his chest, which had explained a lot to her as she had wondered relentlessly as to why her son had never contacted her.  But as hard as that was, telling Louis was going to be worse and he didn’t know what to say. So far, it's only Harry, Niall and now Anne who know about it.

" Ahh no, not yet. Kind of don't know how to, I guess. Like, there's a small part of me that doesn't want to tell him in case it goes wrong, or what happens if it doesn't work and I get his hopes up for nothing. I dunno. I will tell him when I feel the time is right." 

Anne nodded understandingly, her eyes reflecting unwavering support. They continued their journey together, their footsteps creating a rhythm of unity and strength. Finally, as they reached the front door of the house, a burst of energy came bounding towards them.

"Grandma!" Bree exclaimed, her voice filled with delight, as she rushed into Anne's waiting arms. The warmth of their reunion captivated the room, a testament to the love and connection shared within their family.

Anne's eyes sparkled with delight as she spotted her little cherub. She scooped Bree into her arms, feeling the warmth of her embrace

" There is my little munchkin! Did you have fun today?"

Harry stood nearby, watching with adoration as Bree rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Daddy is so much fun, but I miss mama." Bree murmured, her voice filled with longing.

Anne couldn't resist pouting playfully at Harry, her cuteness overflowing. "I bet you do, sweetheart" she replied, her voice filled with affection.

Harry gently took Bree from Anne's embrace, holding her tightly against his chest. "Let's get you home, alright? I'm sure mama is missing you just as much. Plus, it's way past nap time, I reckon." he said with a loving smile.

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Feeling lost and unsure without Bree by his side, Louis wandered aimlessly, unable to find any consolation in rest or cleaning. His thoughts kept drifting back to Harry and Bree at the pack house. Seeking a distraction, he found himself in the kitchen. When his mum walked in with Lotti, the sight of the mountain of cupcakes struck a chord in her heart, knowing that Louis hadn't needed them in such a long time. She understood though, with Harry's return, his Omega yearned for the familiar scent it had longed for.

"Don't say anything." he warned her, pushing past with a mountain of cupcakes in hand, making his way up to his room. Jay stood there, hands raised in defence, understanding his need for isolation. It's where he stayed for the rest of the day, right up until the moment he had gotten a text from Harry saying Liam and Bree had just left and were on their way back. 

Little Miss 2-year-old was beyond exhausted when Liam dropped her home earlier. Even after a mere hour's nap, Louis found himself putting her to bed way earlier than usual. She couldn't stop babbling about how Daddy was the absolute best and how their time together was the epitome of fun. It filled Louis with a mixture of overwhelming happiness and a touch of bittersweetness. Witnessing Bree's eyes sparkle with sheer delight and experiencing their long-awaited reunion surpassed all their wildest dreams. It was a magical moment that exceeded every expectation....for Bree anyway. 

Now in the depths of the evening, Louis laid in bed, his tired eyes fixated on his phone. The weight of the day pressed upon him, yet he couldn't resist the allure of opening Instagram. He knew that within the depths of the app, he might stumble upon snapshots captured by Liam, Harry, or even Anne. Uncertainty gripped his heart as he grappled with the conflicting desires to shield himself from the images and the insatiable need to quench his curiosity. Harry sending pics of Bree was one thing, but seeing them together, he isn't entirely convinced he wants to see them just yet.

Louis conceded and opened the app, immediately hit with a picture of Harry and Bree that Anne had posted. His heart skipped a beat as he stared at the photo. He couldn't believe how quickly things had changed over the past few weeks. The pictures of them together made him feel like an outsider, as if he was no longer a part of Bree's life. He knew it was just his own fear talking and that it wasn't true, but that was his omegas worries not his own. 

As he stared at a photo of Harry and Bree walking hand-in-hand, something else began to happen. Louis didn't know how to describe it, but it was like a switch had been flipped in his brain. Suddenly, he saw Harry in a different light. He saw the way he smiled at Bree so sweetly, the way he seemed to be so content with her by his side, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. Being a parent looked good on Harry, and Louis found himself daydreaming about what it would be like to have children of his own with him.

Louis knew it was utterly insane, the mere notion of reuniting with Harry after all the heartache, seemed like an unattainable dream, let alone the idea of having a child together, which in itself felt like a far-fetched fantasy. Yet, this notion had taken root in Louis' mind, captivating his thoughts, and he couldn't resist envisioning a life with Harry and their daughter. It was a treacherous path to tread, one that could potentially shatter his friendship and relationship with Bree and Harry forever. Nevertheless, for now, Louis couldn't help but indulge in his wild and captivating imagination.

Deep down, Louis knew that nothing would ever break the bond he shared with Bree. They had been through too much together, but still, as he continued to stare at the photo of them both, he couldn't help but wonder what their future would hold, what could have been? Would he still be a part of Bree's life with Harry around? 

Only time would tell.

Louis' heart races as his phone emits a delightful ding. Opening Harry's text message, a mix of nervous anticipation and pure joy jolts through him, causing an uncontrollable grin to spread across his face. The emotional rollercoaster he's been riding since Harry's return takes another exhilarating twist. Harry's heartfelt words fill the screen: 

"Lou, I can't thank you enough. Bree is an absolute vision of beauty. Your dedication to raising her when Brad and I couldn't is a testament to your incredible character. Her grace and impeccable manners come down to your exceptional parenting. I genuinely hope you're taking care of yourself and indulging in some well deserved rest. Thank you for allowing me to see her. - H."

Louis' eyes fixate on the screen, contemplating how to craft the perfect response. Before he can even begin typing, another message pops up, interrupting his thoughts. 

"P.S. I know it may seem rushed or pushy, but I've already missed out on so much already. Is there any chance I can see her again tomorrow? Pretty pleasssse :D" 

Harry's eagerness jumps off the screen, tugging at Louis' heartstrings. A surge of warmth and excitement fills him as he begins to type back. 

"Of course. Tomorrow sounds perfect. Bree will be overjoyed to see you again. She adores you, Harry." 

He stops typing and carefully tries to word this last part correctly. He knows what it is he wants to say, he just doesn't want it to come across as cheesy or maybe implying the wrong message. He signs off the last part with a simple;

" It's nice to have you home. Good night Harry." 

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As Harry and Bree ventured into the garden, their laughter echoed through the air, carried by the slight breeze. The sun, with its radiant glow, engulfed their faces with warmth and illuminated the vibrant colours of the flowers around them. Bree's giggles, like delicate petals dancing in the wind, filled the atmosphere with pure joy. Harry couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with happiness at the sight of Bree's carefree spirit. In that moment, surrounded by nature's beauty, their connection deepened, and the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by their shared happiness.

" What are these ones called?" She asked with such grace and curiosity.

" Sunflowers." He says softly. 

As the golden rays of the sun gently caressed the vibrant petals of the sunflowers, their beauty radiated like a burst of sunshine in a field. Each flower stood tall and proud, their faces turned towards the sky, as if seeking an everlasting embrace from the warmth of the sun. Bathed in the golden glow, they seem to come alive, their colors bursting with energy and joy. The rich hues of yellow and orange danced harmoniously, creating a mesmerizing symphony of colors that captivated the eyes and uplifted the soul. The way they swayed in the gentle breeze was like a graceful symphony, adding a touch of elegance to their natural beauty. The velvety texture of their petals added a touch of elegance to their already enchanting presence. It was as if nature had painted a masterpiece, a testament to the joy and warmth that sunflowers bring to the world. Sunflowers are purely nature's way of reminding us of the simple pleasures and the radiant beauty that surrounds us.

" They are so beautiful, just like mama." He whispers. 

Unfortunately for Harry, it wasn't quiet enough.

" You think mama is beautiful? Me too daddy, me too."

Harry gently plucked a couple of stems, their fragrant blossoms filling the air, and tenderly placed them into Bree's small outstretched hands. 

"For mama?" she asked, her eyes brimming with innocence. With a warm smile, Harry nodded and replied, "Yes, for mama." And so, a heartwarming tradition was born, where Bree would lovingly present Louis with a bouquet of fresh flowers each day, adding a touch of beauty and joy to their lives. 

As the days passed, Harry made it a point to visit Bree daily. They would have a blast playing, getting creative with crafts, and baking scrumptious cookies. Their bond grew stronger each day, and Harry cherished their quality time together.

But today, something seemed off. Bree appeared quieter and more tired than usual. Harry's heart raced with worry, fearing he had pushed her too hard the day before. Guilt washed over him as he sat beside her, gently stroking her back, trying to uncover the cause of her fatigue. Eventually, Bree confessed her weariness, and Harry suggested they have a cozy movie day instead, taking it easy. Bree eagerly agreed, ready to enjoy a lazy day with her dad.

Liam texted Harry, letting him know he wasn't feeling too well and would be running late for Bree's drop-off. Being the caring friend he is, Harry suggested that he take Bree himself. Liam agreed, and before they knew it, Harry and Bree were off on a little journey to Louis' house. It was an unexpected twist to the day, filled with anticipation and new experiences.

Louis' heart skipped a beat as he heard the familiar sound of a car pulling into the driveway. With a sudden rush of anticipation, he abandoned the tea towel and hurriedly dried his hands. Making his way to the lounge room, he cautiously peered through the curtain, his eyes widening as he caught sight of Harry stepping out of the car. 

Liam's absence sent a wave of confusion through him, and he instinctively turned to the mirror, taking in his dishevelled hair, the dark circles under his eyes, and his casual "home slacky dacks" attire. Panic surged through him as he frantically tried to fix his hair, desperately wanting to present himself in the best possible light. The doorbell rang, jolting him back to reality. 

Why was he so nervous? 
After all, it was just Harry, Harry and Bree.

Louis cautiously opens the door, his gaze fixated on Bree, determined not to let his eyes linger on Harry. Something feels off, as Bree's tired form clings to Harry's neck instead of running into Louis' arms like usual. As Louis approaches, Bree slowly turns, seeking solace in his embrace.

"Hey, babygirl." Louis whispers, his voice filled with tenderness. "Are you ready for your nap, huh?"

As the tension builds, Louis feels a flicker of anticipation pass between them, their eyes now locking in a powerful connection, causing Louis to momentarily divert his gaze away from Harry who is eyeing him up and down.  Harry's intense 'scrutiny' causes Louis to quickly avert his eyes, unable to withstand the intensity. 

Little does Louis realize just how deeply Harry cherishes him, If only he truly understood the depth of Harry's love for him. Throughout their entire lives, Harry has witnessed Louis at his highest highs and lowest of lows, and in every moment, Harry always held an unwavering admiration, as if Louis alone possessed all the colors of a vibrant rainbow. Harry gave no shits as to what Louis looked like, to him, he was always stunning. 

"Yeah, we took it easy today, we watched Frozen and Tangled, and she didn't even make a peep, she was a little flat too. Plus, she didn't want anything to eat for lunch." Harry shares, concern lacing his words.

Louis gently checks Bree's forehead, relieved to find no fever. "Hmm, maybe she's coming down with something. I'll keep a close eye on her. By the way, where's Liam?"

As Bree snuggles into Louis' neck, Harry explains the situation. 

"Well I hope he feels better and um, thanks for dropping her off. It was actually nice seeing you." Louis blushes, feeling bashful despite wishing he looked more presentable, not acknowledging the way Harry softens.

" I'm sure he will be alright, I should get going. I will call you tomorrow, Lou." 

Harry leaned over and kissed Bree's temple, sensing her tiredness. 

"See you tomorrow, princess." he said with a smile. Harry smiled at Louis and nodded his head, turning to walk to his car. But as he turned, Bree's desperate cry stopped him in his tracks.

"Daddy!" He hears her scream, turning quickly just in time to witness her squirm her way out of Louis' arms. She runs towards him, colliding with the side of his leg.

"Hey hey hey. What's the matter?" Harry asked softly.

"Stay." she pleaded. 

Louis looked at Harry with panic in his eyes, but Harry knew he couldn't stay. He tried to explain, but Bree's sobs drowned out his words. Harry knelt down, wiping away her tears, trying to comfort her. 

"I can't bubba. Mama is going to give you a  -" 

Bree begins sobbing loudly, not having any interest in what Harry was saying. Louis thinks on the spot, walking over to her and lowering himself to her level.

" How about, instead of Liam picking you up and dropping you off, we get daddy to do it from now on, would that make you feel better?" 

The look of astonishment on Harry's face says it all. He can't believe Louis is being so open and gracious. To be fair, Louis has no idea why he even said that or where it came from. 

Nodding her head yes, she clung tightly to Harry, not wanting to let him go. Harry kissed her forehead. 

" Go and rest sweetheart, and I will come back tomorrow, be good-" he whispered, leaning in close, his voice barely a hushed breath. "My little sunflower." he added, a hint of tenderness in his words. Bree's smile widened, her gaze shifting towards Louis, a silent acknowledgment of their little secret. 

Although Louis didn't understand the meaning behind Harry's words, he decided not to ask. Perhaps it had something to do with their tradition of flower picking whenever Harry had Bree. Either way, Louis found it overly sweet. Louis observed Harry's imminent departure, intrigued by the affectionate bond that had quickly formed between the alpha and little omega. It made him nervous and of course a tad scared, but more so, it made him happy.  

As Harry walked away from the door, he turned back to watch them both wave one last time, his heart feeling full and content.

" Oh Lou, it was nice to see you too." He smiles before disappearing into the car. 

As he sat down into his seat, he realized that no matter how much love he feels for the two people who are now peering out from the window, it's nothing in comparison to the pain he feels having to leave them. 

🐺

Louis felt the weight of Bree's distress as she tossed and turned beside him in bed. He was at a loss on how to calm her down, and now he was certain that she was indeed becoming sick. He had tried everything, from singing to telling her stories, but nothing seemed to work. He searched through the cupboards, but there was no medicine to be found. With his mother at work and his siblings all out at sleepovers, he felt a pang of desperation. That's when he had an idea – driving around town to soothe her, just like he used to do when she was a baby. It had worked back then, so maybe it would work now, right?

Louis, filled with urgency, snatched Bree's jacket and shoes, completely forgetting to grab a coat for himself. His sole focus was getting to the car as quickly as possible.

As he drove aimlessly, he tried his best to focus on the road while Bree's cries went on and on in the background. Louis began to zone out, only coming too when Bree’s cries turned into a hacking cough that makes him want to hit himself for not seeing the obvious, that she was sick and getting worse. He knows that when she’s sick it’s hard to settle her down and the only thing that helps is some medicine and sleep. As he’s about to turn around and head back home to see about finding her some medicine and putting her to bed, he realizes that he had subconsciously pulled up outside the Pack house. Bree continued sobbing, but Louis couldn't help noticing that she seemed to recognize Harry's house, even in the night's eerie sky.  

"Daddy " she called out, and Louis' eyes drifted off into the night's darkness. He considered calling Harry but didn't want to inconvenience him or seem like he was taking advantage, considering he had already had her all day, but what was he to do?  

His thoughts were interrupted by Bree's crying escalating, and he knew that he had to do something before she got too worked up. Her little nose was stuffy now and her cheeks were becoming flushed, and her coughing was getting worse. He sighed as he dug out his phone to message Harry but was taken aback by a knock on the car window. To his relief, it was Harry looking concerned as he peered into the car.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Harry asked, worry etched on his face as he opened up the back car door. "I was just coming back from an elder meeting and recognized your car. Is she okay?"

Louis felt a little useless as Harry unbuckled Bree and she became quiet almost immediately. Harry so it seems was a natural with kids, and the sight was somewhat humbling to him. He was grateful for Harry's help, and he couldn't help but feel like he had just found a home away from home.

" She's been cranky and crying since you brought her home today. I think she's sick, mums not home and I couldn't find any-" 

Louis' eyes followed Harry's every move, observing as he delicately picked up Bree's water bottle and iPad. A pause fell over their conversation as Harry's actions spoke volumes. Though Louis already knew what Harry was doing, he couldn't help but ask, his voice filled with curiosity.

"What are you doing, H?"

"We should go inside and get Bree warm and settled. I'm sure there's something we can find in the medicine cabinet, if not, I will call Clifford or Bruce."

Louis nodded reluctantly, understanding that it was probably the best course of action. As they made their way towards the front door, Bree let out a soft whimper, her distress evident. 

"I'm so tired, Daddy. My head hurts." she murmured, her voice filled with exhaustion. 

Harry instinctively moved closer to scent her, hoping to provide some comfort, but as Louis inhaled the same intense yet calming aroma, his head began to spin. The familiar scent stirred up a whirlwind of emotions, reminding him of the deep connection they once shared.

Once inside, Louis takes Bree from Harry who is heading straight towards the medicine cabinet. He finds a bottle of children's Tylenol and some apple juice and heads back to the living room.

"Do you want some juice to wash it down instead of water, sweetheart?"

She nods, and Harry hands Louis the bottle. He pours a small amount into a plastic cup and mixes the medication in.

"Open up, kiddo."

Bree willingly obliges, and they wait for the medication to take effect. Within a few minutes, Bree's eyes start to droop, and she begins to drift in and out of sleep. Harry takes the glass from Louis, and he nods towards the lounge room where the three of them settle down on the lounge as they sit in silence, Harry rocking her gently. The room is lit by only the yellow lamp and already Louis finds himself feeling sleepy, it's been a long day and being back in the one place he has always called home creates nothing but comfort.

"I'm sorry for just showing up here, Harry. I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I don't know what prompted me to come here but-" 

"No, don't be sorry. I'm glad you came. At least Bree has stopped crying. You look exhausted, Lou." 

Harry's hand falls to gently rest on Louis' knee, and an electric charge pulses through him - a feeling he hasn't experienced for a very long time. He smiles softly at Harry, who quickly removes his hand when he realizes what he has done.

"Yes, I am tired. But now that I'm here, do you um, do you maybe want to talk about how we're going to handle Bree? I know she's technically your daughter, and I have no rights over her, but I love her, Harry. I can't be without her."

They both knew it would be a difficult conversation, but it was one they desperately needed to have. 

"Are you... Are you wanting her to live with you?" Louis stammers, his voice trembling with the weight of the question that has consumed his thoughts since his return. Harry meets his gaze, but remains silent, causing Louis' nerves to intensify, his hands shaking uncontrollably. 

With Harry not responding, it leaves Louis to wrestle with his own doubts. For a moment, the only sound was the peaceful snoring of their daughter as Louis lowered his head, a wave of despair passing through him, confirming his worst fears. Finally, Harry musters up the courage to speak, his voice filled with honesty.

"I'm not gonna lie, Lou. Of course I do." Harry admits, his hand continuing to rub Bree's back as her snores grow louder.
Louis had been dreading this moment ever since Harry arrived back into town, but as Harry looked at him silently, Louis could feel his palms becoming slippery with sweat, his pulse quickening.

He knew that Harry's words were only the beginning of a long and complicated conversation. 

"What do we do next?" Louis asked, his voice barely audible, scared of the response. 

"We have to figure out how to make this work for everyone." Harry replied, stroking Bree's hair gently as he spoke. "It won't be easy, but we'll do it together, the both of us, if you want to."

A sense of belonging settled deep within Louis' soul, a wave of relief rushing through him. In that moment, he felt a calmness envelop him, knowing that no matter what the future held, they would hopefully face it together as a family.

" Like, Co-Parenting?"

Harry moved his eyes from Bree's peaceful face to Louis', searching for any hint of body language. With a determined yet gentle tone, he spoke.

"If you want to put a name on it, then yes, I'm happy to raise her together, Lou. It just makes sense, doesn't it? We can establish boundaries and rules, and I'm confident we can find common ground."

For the next twenty minutes, they sat side by side as they delved into the intricacies of co-parenting. They spoke of all the shared responsibilities that came with co parenting,  including things like jointly making decisions about her education in the future, healthcare, and extracurricular activities. When the topic of money arose, Louis frowned a little when Harry demanded he pay for everything, But Louis had always taken care of himself and Bree, so he didn't hesitate to express his desire to maintain his independence. 

"Harry, I can't let you pay for everything, I draw the line there. Sure we can split some costs, but you will NOT be paying for it all." Louis firmly stated. 

Harry paused, looking into Louis' pleading eyes, before finally relenting. "Alright, deal." he agreed, understanding Louis' perspective.

" Thank you." 

Consistency in co-parenting means having similar rules and expectations for the child across both households. For example, maintaining consistent bedtimes, rules about screen time, and discipline strategies that can help provide stability for any child is a must. Louis thought he was on a roll explaining all this, but there was something in Harry's facial expression that Louis took notice of. 

" What?" Louis asks.

When it comes to these rules and boundaries, it's important to establish guidelines that both parents agree on. This can include rules about behavior, chores, and responsibilities etc. Boundaries can also be set regarding communication and visitation schedules to ensure a healthy co-parenting dynamic, but sometimes, it's simply not that easy, especially when the alpha is having a hard time trying to agree to some of these, or should we say, one in particular to be more precise. 

" I mean, it all sounds good Lou, but um....Well..." 

Yep, Louis knows something is wrong by how nervous Harry has become.

" Well, what is it, something is bothering you, I can tell."

" I agree with it all. The discipline ideas, schooling, bedtimes, everything Lou. It's just....I want..." 

Harry's anxiety grew as he stumbled over his words, desperately trying to express his deepest desire. Louis, noticing Harry's nervousness, offered a reassuring smile as he probed for the truth. 

"Spit it out, H. What do you want?"
Louis encouraged. 

Harry's gaze shifted from their peacefully sleeping daughter, back to Louis, his heart pounding with anticipation, praying like fuck he isn't about to stuff all this up.

"I want us to all be together, to live in the pack house." Harry confessed, his voice filled with conviction. 

"It's not an option actually, it's a necessity. My alpha and I need both of you close to me, and I believe you might need it too." He said cautiously.

Louis shifted nervously as he looked up at Harry. It had been years since they had felt this close, physically and emotionally, but their past relationship still felt incomplete and unfilled, too many issues still left lingering unresolved in the air. He couldn't believe Harry had asked him to move back into the pack house, the very place where they had shared so many memories together. It was as if the universe was giving them a chance to rewrite their story, to find the closure they had longed for, only Harry nor Louis were ready to accept that just yet. 

Louis changed the subject, looking down at Bree, who was nestled comfortably in Harry's arms.

"We should probably get going home, it's getting late." he said, trying to keep his voice steady. 

Harry's eyes softened as he looked at Louis and then to their daughter. 

"Louis, wait. Please stay. She's comfortable and you said so yourself before, you are tired too." 

Louis felt his heart drop. He wasn't ready for this, especially not after the way they had ended things years ago. 

"Harry, I don't know if that's a good idea," he said hesitantly. 

Harry's gaze intensified, locking eyes with Louis. "You can have my room," he said firmly. " You and Bree can stay there, and I'll sleep elsewhere, and about what I said..." 

Louis was still taken aback by Harry's offer, his mind still racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He wanted to protect his daughter, but he also feared the consequences of living so close to Harry again. 

"Just think about it." Harry said, breaking Louis out of his thoughts. "Take some time to really think about it and we will re address it later, soon." Harry said making sure Louis understood the importance of the word ' soon.' 

" I'm just going to go lay her down." 

With that, Harry turned and headed up the stairs with Bree, leaving Louis still lost in his own thoughts. He wanted what was best for Bree of course, and to a degree he understood why Harry wanted this and deep down, it all came back to Harry being her real parent. He didn't want to fight with Harry, in fact it's the last thing he wants. He sighed as he looked around the room, knowing he had a very difficult decision to make.

As Louis silently waited, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching from behind. His heart skipped a beat as he turned to see Harry settling back down on the couch beside him. The proximity between them felt electric, the air thick with some sort of 'expectancy'. It was in moments like these that Louis couldn't help but wonder if their story was far from over.

" She's out cold. Thanks for sticking around tonight, Lou. My alpha would've gone crazy if you two would have left. Hopefully, she sleeps through the night, the medicine should have kicked in well by now." 

Louis nods in agreement watching Harry place the baby monitor down on the coffee table. Their shared nerves are evident as they both settle on the lounge, their eyes finally meeting, knowing it's time to confront the lingering elephant in the room.

"Well, this isn't awkward much, is it?" Harry smirked playfully. Louis pressed his lips together, a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he unknowingly shifted a little closer.

"Look, I just thought about it." Louis began, his voice filled with a mix of understanding and determination.

"Yes, I understand how and why your alpha needs this for Bree. However," he paused, his tone becoming more serious, "I have a condition of my own."

Harry's eyebrows raised in intrigue, his playful smirk fading into a more attentive expression. He leaned in slightly, encouraging Louis to continue.

The air around them seemed to crackle with tension, both unsure of what would come next. It was a moment that held the potential to change everything, to rewrite their story in ways they had never imagined.

" If I agree to move Bree and myself back into the house, I need one thing from you. I want to know where the hell you've been for the last two years. No lies, no sugar coating. I need the whole truth, every detail, I need to hear it all H. I can't move forward without understanding what happened."

Harry had always hoped to explain the situation anyway, but truth be told, Louis' request hit Harry like a bolt of lightning. He knew he couldn't hold back anymore. With a mix of shock and determination, he nodded, ready to spill his story, even the haunting details he had hoped to shield Louis from, the very ones he had planned to hide from him. If this was what it took to bring Bree back to her rightful home, he was willing to offer his upfront honesty without hesitation.

Harry's hands trembled slightly as he looked down, struggling to find the right words in order to articulate what it was he wanted to say.  

"I don't even know where to begin." he stuttered. 

Louis could sense the weight of the conversation already. It became clear to Louis just how hard this talk was going to be, knowing that it would be a challenging and emotional journey for both of them, not only for Harry to express, but also for himself to hear as well. He braced himself for what was to come, understanding that hearing Harry's story would require both strength and an open heart.

"How about you start from the night you left." Louis suggests softly, his voice filled with compassion, amazed at Harry agreeing to speak, but Harry's heart aches, and tears threaten to spill from his eyes. 

If he could turn back time, he would change everything, never wanting to leave to begin with. The pain he felt that night when Louis ended their relationship was too agonizing to revisit.

"Okay." Harry responds.

🐺Flashback.🐺
(The night Louis finds out about Brad's pregnancy and Harry vanishes) 

Harry's heart pounded against his chest as he watched Louis leave the room, tears streaming down his face. He didn't know how to handle the sudden breakup. All Harry knew was that he couldn't live without Louis, and now he had to.

As Louis walked out the door, Harry felt his alpha stir up inside him. Anger and frustration burned through him, consuming him from within. Without thinking, Harry grabbed the nearest object and hurled it across the room, shattering the glass into a million pieces.

Before Harry could do any more damage, Zayn burst into the room, his eyes scanning the situation in an instant. He knew Harry could be volatile when his emotions ran high, and he was prepared for absolutely everything.

Zayn didn't intervene as Harry unleashed his fury on the room. He understood that Harry needed this release, and he kept a watchful eye from afar, ensuring Harry's safety. Zayn knew that sometimes, letting it all out was the only way to cope with overwhelming emotions and this was how Harry needed to deal with it.

It took a while, but eventually, Harry's rage subsided. He sat on the edge of his bed, panting heavily, his eyes fixated on the broken glass scattered all over the floor. Zayn approached him slowly, carefully, his hand resting on Harry's shoulder.

"Are you okay, feel better?" Zayn asked softly.

Harry shook his head, his eyes brimming with tears. "No," he croaked.

"I know this is tough." Zayn said gently. "But you don't have to go through it alone. We're all here for you, you know that."

Harry nodded slowly, his body trembling with emotion. He knew that he would need his friends to help him get through this. And with Zayn by his side, he felt that he might just be able to make it.

Harry and Zayn made their way to the kitchen, where Harry wasted no time in tearing into the alcohol. For the next hour, he drank and drank and drank, while Zayn did his best to soothe and comfort his hurting friend. After draining every bottle, they returned up to Harry's room, Zayn hoping to settle Harry so he could return back to Liam.

In that moment, Harry felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards Zayn for his never ending support. But just as Harry was about to express his thanks, Zayn's phone unexpectedly rang.

"Oh wow, it's Niall!" Zayn exclaims, swiftly accepting the call as he slides his finger across the screen. 

"Hey, Niall... yeah, he's here. His phone? Well, um, he had a little accident with it." Zayn explains, gesturing towards Harry's phone lying in the corner, shattered and broken.

"Sure. I will give it to him now." Zayn passes the phone to Harry as Harry mouths;

"I'm gonna go outside and take this, walk to cool off." 

"Harry, just stay inside, I don't thin-"

"Shut the fuck up, I'm perfectly fine!" Harry snapped, his words sharp and unexpected as he stumbled on his feet. Zayn's annoyance was evident at his shocked outburst, as Harry lost control of his footing. 

"You can't even stand up properly and-"

"What do you think, you are my mother? Get the fuck out of my way!"

It wasn't his intention to be rude to Zayn, but Harry was anxiously awaiting an update from Niall. He was just really eager to hear the latest news.

Holding the phone tightly, Harry pushed past Zayn and made his way down the stairs, the excessive amount of alcohol making its presence well known, Zayn shaking his head as he watched Harry almost tumble multiple times. Harry's voice relaxed as he heard Niall's voice on the other end.

"Hey! Thank goodness, Ni! Where are you... You did?... Oh no, alright. You're leaving Vietnam now, boarding? Alright... and you managed to get the gac fruit? Thank goodness! So, you're on your way to... okay, I'll meet you there. This is incredible, Niall. I'll leave tonight. Yes, I'll hurry."

As Harry ascended the stairs, his heart sank when he realized Zayn was nowhere to be found. He approached Zayn's door, knocking anxiously, but there was no response. Unbeknownst to Harry, both Zayn and Liam had ventured outside, searching frantically for Louis, who had left in a state of distress earlier.

Feeling a surge of panic, Harry desperately scoured the room for a piece of paper, but his efforts proved futile. With time slipping away, he hastily considered what he needed to bring. Rifling through his wardrobe, he decided to pack minimally, opting only for his passport. Clutching Zayn's phone, he opened the message app and swiftly composed a note to send to Liam's phone.

"I'm going away for a couple of weeks to meet Niall. I'll get a new phone when I arrive. Please, Zayn, take care of Louis and Brad until I return. Let the elders know I'm sorry for the short notice. I don't plan to be gone for long. Give my mum a kiss for me. Sorry for snapping at you. Please forgive me. -H"

The text seemed sufficient in the grand scheme of things, covering everything. However, there was one small problem. In his frantic rush, as he went to place the phone on the table, his eyes momentarily left the screen, and his finger accidentally brushed the "unsend" button.

🐺End of flashback.🐺

Louis took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on Harry. The anticipation had built up for so long, and now, as he saw Harry growing restless, he couldn't help but feel unsure if he was ready for what else was to come. But despite the unease, he knew that this conversation was necessary. They both needed to address it. 

" What happened next ?" Louis said quietly, breaking the uncomfortable silence. 

As the conversation unfolded, Harry didn't know if it was relief or apprehension that he felt. Opening up about what led to his disappearance was a daunting task, but he knew it was necessary for him and Louis to move forward. Even in the comfort of his own home, the memories of the past two years lingered, refusing to be forgotten. But Harry mustered up the courage to face the pain, because Louis and his daughter were Harry's lifeline throughout the years, their unwavering memories the only thing that kept him going. 

All of the times he spent with Louis, the ultrasound picture he carried in his wallet, all of those thoughts providing him strength to carry on through the hell that he had faced, their importance in his life, remain unchanged to this day. 

From this pivotal moment onward, Harry vowed to leave behind the shadows of secrecy and misunderstandings. To become the devoted parent he aspired to be, he understood the necessity of working hand in hand with Louis. It was only through complete openness and vulnerability that they could build a strong foundation for whatever their future together looked like.

He sat restlessly in his chair, his body tense and uneasy as his fidgeting intensified, his eyes filled with fear and vulnerability.

"It all began in Mexico." he whispered, his voice trembling.
"That's where the nightmare really began."

Louis had never seen him like this before, not even during their most trying moments together. It was like something inside of him was fighting to break free. Taken aback by Harry's unusual demeanour, he paused for a moment before responding. He watched him closely, trying to make sense of the fear etched on his face.

"Mexico? What were you doing in bloody mexico?" he asked, fully perplexed.

Harry's frown deepened, but it wasn't due to annoyance. It was a reflection of the haunting memories that still gripped him. "Please, Lou." he implored, eyes begging for understanding. "Just let me finish. This is not easy for me to talk about."

Harry grimaced, his expression growing more pained by the second as he struggled to keep the memories at bay.

Louis nodded, softening as he grasped the weight of his words. "Alright, I'm sorry. Please, take all the time you need. I'm here for you."

Harry cleared his throat and let out a sigh. 

" After getting a hold of Niall, who had just left Vietnam, he told me he had landed in Mexico. Niall, who was on a mission for me, was exhausted and understandably so."

Harry wasn't making a whole lot of sense but his words left Louis intrigued, his mind racing to make sense of the fragmented information that seemed somewhat disjointed, leaving Louis with more questions than answers. Nevertheless, he made a mental note to let Harry speak uninterrupted, sensing the struggle behind his composed facade, not wanting to disrupt the fragile balance.

" We only needed one more ingredient to fulfil the potion. God Lou, I knew then at that point that I was so close, so close to fixing everything. I felt excited yet scared, there were so many different ideas and thoughts of how to tell you, and how happy you would be. I had it all riding on this last piece of the puzzle, all we needed was some bark, fucking bark of all things, but boy we had no idea the consequences that were soon to follow." Harry exclaimed, his words pouring out in a rush. 

Harry's excitement and fear mingled in his voice, as he spoke of this mystery potion. It was clear that Harry had a lot to share, and Louis silently urged himself to listen attentively, determined to understand the full story, but it was hard as Louis' confusion grew, his face contorted in bewilderment as he struggled to comprehend Harry's rapid words. His eyes darted across Harry's face, trying to absorb it all, but the torrent of information made it difficult to keep up.

"Hey, Harry, slow down. Take a breath." Louis gently urged, noticing the alpha's growing agitation. Beads of perspiration formed on Harry's forehead as he continued to mumble, seemingly lost in his thoughts. 

He didn't know if it would work or not, but he knew he at least needed to try. Louis reached out, stretching his arm across and resting his hand on Harry's knee. 

"Alpha." he softly spoke, capturing Harry's attention. And like a moth drawn to a flame, Harry paused, giving Louis his undivided attention.

"It's okay, H. Just slow down. No one is here to hurt you, it's just me." Louis smiled, his voice barely above a whisper. 

He gave Harry's knee a gentle squeeze, offering comfort and reassurance and Harry was secretly glad that it was impossible for Louis to hear the way his inner alpha preened at the contact.

" The first mistake we made was crashing through the Guelaguetza festival." 

Harry knew by the look alone that Louis needed more information. 

" The Guelaguetza is a vibrant and festive celebration that takes place in Oaxaca, Mexico. I never knew any of this before, but trust me, I know the ins and outs of it all now. It showcases the rich cultural heritage of the Zapotec and Mixtec indigenous people. The Zapotec people are an indigenous group from Oaxaca. They are known for their unique language, traditions, and craftsmanship. They have a long history in the region and continue to contribute to the diverse cultural tapestry of Mexico to this day. Traditional dances, music, and costumes are displayed, representing the diverse communities of the region. It's a joyful and colorful celebration that brings people together to share their traditions and celebrate their cultural identity." 

Seeing that Louis felt satisfied with the further explanation, Harry let his gaze wander into the distance, his mind lost in deep thought. It was as if he was staring into space, his eyes fixated on some unseen horizon, as if searching for answers in the vast expanse before him. With a contemplative expression, he continued to recount the events, his voice filled with the weight of his recollection, as he continued to reflect on the past, his voice carrying a hint of introspection.

"We needed to get to 'The Tule Tree'. We needed just a small piece of the bark from its trunk. Unfortunately, we were not aware that the tree holds great spiritual significance for the Zapotec people. It is believed to be a living connection between the earthly and spiritual realms. The tree is associated with various legends and there are many stories passed down through generations, symbolizing resilience, wisdom, and the enduring spirit of the Zapotec culture. It serves as a reminder of their deep connection with nature and their ancestors."

It was now that Louis started to get really worried as Harry sadly smiled back at him. 

" Harry, what did you do?"

Harry rose from his seat, drawn to the crackling fireplace. The flames reflecting in his eyes, conjuring memories of the torment he had endured. A wave of nausea washed over him, and he sensed Louis' concern lingering in the air.

"Well " Harry began, his voice laced with a hint of unease. "First, let me tell you about our first encounter with the pack leader. It was far from pleasant, I can assure you." 

Louis' brows furrowed, his curiosity getting the better of him. 

"Niall and I unknowingly stumbled upon their sacred Guelaguetza celebration, right in the heart of their religious temple." Harry continued, his words tinged with regret. "Having barely slept on the plane I was beyond exhausted. You know how clumsy I can be, especially when I'm tired."

A soft gasp escaped Louis' lips, his eyes widening. " Oh no" he uttered to himself.

Harry's gaze turned distant, his voice filled with remorse. "In my fatigue-like state, I accidentally knocked over a rare and sentimental artifact, a cherished treasure of the Zapotec people. The pack leader, Mitch, was far from pleased. We certainly didn't make a favourable impression, that's for sure."

Louis's omega screamed at him, urging him to comfort the alpha. Deep down, Louis felt the same pull. 

"To cut a long story short, Mitch wasn't exactly thrilled with us." Harry explained. "He scolded us and demanded an explanation for our visit. When we told him about the ingredient and why we needed it, he simply shook his head and spoke with a very dominant no." 

Louis' confusion grew, his omega growing restless at all this new information. He didn't like where this story was heading. 

"We pleaded with him, begging for a chance." Harry continued. "But he made it clear that touching the tree or taking any bark was out of the question, even for the locals and the Zapotec people." 

Louis' concerns deepened as he listened to Harry's account. Mitch was an intimidating alpha, worshipped like a god by his pack. Their customs and pack rules were vastly different from what he and Harry were accustomed to. 

Harry's sudden demand caught Louis off guard, his eyes filled with seriousness. 

"Promise me, right now, that neither you nor Bree will ever go to Mexico. I need you to do this, Lou. Promise me." 

The fear and desperation that projected from Harry, prompted Louis to stand up and walk over to him, gripping his hands tightly. 

"I promise, Harry." 

Louis could see the doubt lingering in Harry's pleading eyes. Without hesitation, Louis wrapped his arms around Harry's torso, resting his head against his chest. 

"I promise, Alpha." Louis whispered, feeling Harry's racing heart gradually calming beneath his touch. As Louis looked up at him and without any permission or thought behind it, he impulsively leaned in and scented the alpha. 

Startled by his own actions, Louis pulled back and cleared his throat. "Sorry." he murmured softly, but before he could see the way Harry smiled, he turned and headed for the stairs. "Just going to go check on Bree." he muttered, already climbing the first steps, eager to privately catch his own breath. 

Louis returned, his body shivering and his yawns escaping as he approached Harry, who watched him with curiosity.

"Is she alright? Still sleeping?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, she's all good." Louis replied.

"And what about you?" Harry inquired.

Louis smiled, trying to reassure his friend. "I'm alright, I guess. It's just been a lot to process. But I'm glad you're opening up. Should I ask if you're okay? Do you want to finish telling me your story now or wait for another day?"

Harry furrowed his brow slightly and patted the seat next to him.

"Maybe it's better if I just get it all out in one go. I don't really want to have to revisit this again. It already consumes a piece of my mind every day, and I don't want to let it consume me completely, you know?"

Louis couldn't help but feel drawn to the alpha once again, sensing the fear projecting from Harry's face. It was clear that the alpha was on edge, unlike anything Louis had ever seen before.

"After pissing off Mitch that first time and discovering we couldn't touch the tree, we went back to him the following day. We tried bargaining, offering him everything from money to free labor, even willing to share the potion, but Mitch wouldn't budge. He was stubbornly determined for us to leave the tree alone. That's when he asked us to leave and not come back. Actually he didn't just 'ask' us to leave, it was more of a calming 'demand'. But, Niall and I were so close to what we had been looking for that we simply couldn't just walk away."

Louis unconsciously picked at his fingernails, the tension building to the point where it felt like he might draw blood. 

" Fucking hell" Louis sighed, his voice filled with exasperation." You two went back to him, didn't you?" 

Harry nodded, his eyes avoiding Louis'. The memories of that day rushed through him, causing tears to painfully swell. It was a pivotal moment that day, one that forever altered the course of his life.

Mistakes.
Sometimes people make bad choices, it doesn't mean they are bad people, it just means they are human, and sometimes, in this particular case, they are only determined to make things right.

"Sort of." Harry sighed, his lips trembling as he let out a breath. He locked eyes with Louis, silently hoping he wouldn't have to say it out loud. But Louis' widened eyes revealed that his wish wasn't granted.

"No, you didn't, please tell me you didn't go to the tree." Louis stated firmly.

"We didn't have a choice, Lou. We needed the bark and-" Harry unintentionally let out a loud gulp, cutting himself off mid-sentence. He stood up and walked over to the fireplace, turning away. His alpha felt a twinge of embarrassment for appearing weak in front of the Omega. Louis gave him a moment to collect himself.

Louis watched from behind, at how Harry struggled to pull himself together. He stood up quietly walking up behind the alpha letting his hand rest on the middle of his back. 

" If you need a break Harry it's fine we can-" 

Louis observed from the shadows as Harry fought to gather himself, his inner turmoil evident in every strained movement. Stepping forward, Louis approached with a gentle touch, his hand finding solace in the middle of Harry's back once again. 

" Harry, it's perfectly alright. We can-" 

The words hung in the air, their proximity intensifying as Harry turned to face him. If this was some sort of fairytale, the moment could have been mistaken for a romantic turn of events, but this was no magical story. 

In that suspended moment, their eyes locked, the depths of Harry's piercing greens meeting the verdant pools of Louis' gaze. It was as if time itself held its breath, the possibility of a tender and heartfelt embrace lingering in the air. Yet, the spell was broken by the soft click of the front door closing, drawing their attention to the entrance. Their gazes shifted towards the doorway, where Liam and Zayn looking all loved up, blissfully unaware of their presence, embarked on their own journey upstairs.

As they retreated to the comfort of the lounge, Harry's voice trembled with vulnerability and simmering anger. 

"We were so careful, no one saw us take the bark." he whispered, his words pouring out with regret. 

" It was at the airport where everything went wrong. I insisted on taking it from Niall, commanding him to hand it over. I wanted to bear the burden if we got caught, to shield him from any potential danger. That way if I was to suffer any consequence, at least Niall would make it back safely.  He fought against me, passionately arguing that it should be him carrying it. Stubborn asshole, such a stubborn bloody asshole. He kept reminding me of what was waiting for me at home - an Omega and a precious new baby."

Louis' heart sank as he absorbed Harry's words, but then something unexpected happened. Harry, with delicate caution, reached out and gently took Louis' hand in his own, his thumb tenderly caressing Louis' palm.

" I tried everything I could to come home Lou, to come back to you, I promise you I tried, I really really fucking tried." 

At that moment, Louis understood that Harry's words were not meant for Brad, but for him. It was a gesture that would normally make Louis pull away, but instead, he waited until Harry dropped his hand, allowing Harry to cover his face, seeking solace from his actions.

" The moment the bark was detected it turned into chaos. God Lou, if you had seen the sheer panic on Niall's face, fucking hell." 

Louis opened his mouth to speak, but Harry forged ahead, unable to contain himself.

"I couldn't handle it, Lou. When the police apprehended us, it didn't take long for Mitch to show up. He...he, um, he-" Harry's voice trailed off, his gaze wandering around the room. He abruptly stood up and hurried to the other side of the room, flinging open the liquor cabinet and downing a shot of whisky. His head hung low, the room spilling once more into silence. 
Harry spun around tears flowing down his cheeks. 

"He used every single piece of knowledge against me, Lou." Harry confessed, his voice filled with anguish and resignation. 

"I took all the blame, trying to convince him to free Niall. But Mitch, he knew I was the pack leader, he knew what would hurt me the most."

Louis' panic intensified, torn between wanting to shield himself from the painful truth and the curiosity that compelled him to hear every word.

"What did he do, Harry?" Louis asked, his voice trembling.

As Harry closed his eyes, it was as if he was transported back to that dreadful night, his memories vivid and haunting. The omega within Louis urged him to provide comfort to the alpha, and he obliged. Louis positioned himself beside Harry, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. Harry jolted slightly in surprise at the unexpected touch, but soon relaxed as the omega smiled at him reassuringly. 

"Hey, we don't have to continue this tonight, H." Louis offered, sensing Harry's determination to push through and wrap it up. 

However, Harry remained resolute, determined to see it through and put it all behind him. He shrugged off his coat, feeling the heat of the moment getting to him.

"There was no trial, no negotiations, Lou. Mitch was furious beyond belief. He had no intention of going easy on us. In his eyes, we disrespected everything he held dear—the tree, his people, his pack, his religion, his celebrations, and he, himself. There was no mercy, Lou, none at all. For the first few weeks, Niall and I were locked in separate cells. I couldn't see him, but I could hear him. Mitch knew how to break me. I heard Niall being beaten every single night, his screams and cries echoing through the walls. It was unbearable, Lou."

Harry's sobs echoed through the room as he crumbled to the floor, his pain undeniable. In an instant, Louis rushed to his side, holding him in a tight embrace, offering the only thing he could ....... a cuddle. 

"They brought him to my cell one night, Lou." Harry choked out, his voice filled with agony. "The blood, oh God, the amount of blood. They lashed and burned his back so brutally, it's scarred beyond repair. And it's all my fault, all my fault, Lou."

Louis held Harry even tighter, his heart aching for him. "Harry, it's not your fault." he whispered, his voice filled with compassion. " Jesus, Harry, what potion was this for, what bloody potion?"

As Harry wiped away his tears, he made his way over to the locked safe in the corner of the lounge room. Louis watched his every move, his gaze fixed on the small vial that Harry held between his fingertips with the utmost care.

When Harry placed it into Louis' hands, it felt as if something magical had transpired, as if a surge of power coursed through him. He couldn't fully grasp the significance of it just yet, but after hearing what the boys had endured to obtain it, he wasn't sure if he wanted to uncover its secrets either.

"We did it all for you, Lou." Harry choked out, his voice heavy with sorrow.

Louis' heart sank, his frown deepening as tears streamed down his own cheeks. 

"What do you mean, for me, Harry?" he asked, his voice trembling with confusion. 

Harry stood there, his words caught in his throat, his entire being paralyzed. It was as if he had forgotten how to speak, how to function. The fear of revealing the truth to Louis consumed him. 

Harry's mind raced with worry. What if Louis absolutely hated it? What if he held a grudge against him for what had happened to Niall? 
The "what ifs" swirled in his head, filling him with unease and drowning him in a sea of anxiety. As Louis opened his mouth to speak, Harry braced himself for his reaction.

"Harry? You're scaring me." Louis whispered, his voice quivering with fear.

Harry could sense the overwhelming fear emanating from the Omega, prompting him to gather the courage to speak the truth. "The cure, Lou. We found a cure." Harry revealed, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

As Louis stared at the bottle, his mind raced, trying to process the magnitude of what Harry was saying. The weight of the words hung heavy in the air as Louis finally mustered the strength to ask. "A cure for what?"

Harry bit his lip, his own anxiety mounting. "The red moon." he declared, his voice filled with urgency. "Lou, if you drink that, you'll return to being an Alpha."

Louis' jaw dropped, his heart pounding in his chest. The realization slowly dawned on him, disbelief and astonishment washing over his face. As he locked eyes with Harry, who remained totally still, he began to slowly back away from him. Louis' gaze shifted down to the vial in his trembling hands, contemplating the life-altering decision before him.

" HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!" 

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A/N

So..... Guesses are open! 

Who thinks Louis is ready to drink the cure? 

Also, thoughts on Mexico?
 

Next chapter will give some more info to the questions left unanswered, but that was enough for now. :)

# Chapter 21 - Shift of Energy

A/N

Tw:

Mention of aboriginal tribes

Mention of g*n

Mention of violence/physical abuse

Not a mention but its implied, of r*pe.

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Upstairs, their little angel Bree is still currently sound asleep, completely oblivious to the intense conversation unfolding below.

In a slightly louder voice than intended, Louis blurts out. "You found a what?!?" The shock in his voice is evident, and Harry can't help but pick up on it, adding to his own nervousness. With trembling hands, Louis cautiously gazes at the vial, fear and awe coursing through his veins. The contents within seems almost too miraculous to comprehend. 

Whispering softly, Harry utters words filled with both hope and uncertainty. 

"A cure, for you Lou. I selfishly robbed you of a life you loved, but now, I offer its restoration, this will fix it all." Harry whispers, his voice tinged with remorse and hopeful redemption.

All Louis could do was fixate on the vial, his gaze locked onto it, unable to tear his eyes away.

"H-How? How did you find out about a cure? What's in it?" he stuttered, his voice trembling with astonishment and desperation, filled with many more questions. 

"That's another long story, and-" Harry began, but Louis cut him off, his voice filled with anguish.

"HOW?" Louis demanded, tears streaming down his face, consumed by thoughts of Niall and the excruciating pain he had endured. 

Niall had never been to Australia before, but Harry had insisted that he was the best candidate for the job of finding the cure for Louis. As the lead beta of their pack, Niall was responsible for finding a way to reverse the supernatural transformation of their friend. Harry had heard whispers about an ancient tribe in Queensland that may have knowledge of old testaments and legends of people being changed back. 

Niall didn't hesitate when Harry approached him about it, knowing full well just how much it would mean to both Harry and Louis. 

Niall had left not long after Louis had first changed, at the time when Harry was adamant of trying to fix his wrong doings. He arrived in Queensland and set out to find the tribe Harry had mentioned. After several days of hiking and navigating through unfamiliar terrain, Niall finally came across the tribe's settlement, the pack and its leader being one of the easiest and most welcoming packs he has ever encountered.

The aboriginal tribe was wary of outsiders and did not allow Niall to speak with their elders at first. However, Niall's kind demeanour and respectful attitude eventually won them over, and he was granted an audience with the tribe's spiritual leader.

Niall explained his mission and the situation with Louis. The spiritual leader listened carefully, his eyes filled with a deep wisdom that Niall had never encountered before. The leader spoke in his native tongue, and Niall could sense the great power behind his words.

After a few moments of silence, the leader finally turned to Niall and revealed the ingredients he would need to make the cure for Louis. Niall was shocked at the complexity of the ingredients and the amount of work that would be required to gather them all.

• 1 piece of Gac fruit, sourced and organically produced exclusively from Vietnam ( The Gac fruit is known for its high content of antioxidants, including beta-carotene, lycopene, and vitamin E. It's often used in traditional Vietnamese cuisine and is believed to have various health benefits.)

• 4 drops of venom from a Malayan pit viper ( Found in Thailand and Indonesia, contains venom with potential healing properties including proteins called contortrostatin, which has shown promise in inhibiting the growth of cancer cells and rehabilitation.)

• 1 pint of blood sought from a sacrifice of a male Indian peacock, only found in India.
( Considered a symbol of beauty, grace, and pride, the male peacock's elaborate and colorful tail feathers are often associated with prosperity and good fortune.

• 5 Larimar Stones/Crystals
( Larimar is one of the cardinal Water element stones, yet it is born from Fire in its volcanic origins. One of the few crystals to balance the polarities of these energies, Larimar cools tempers and calms fears, relieves stress and nurtures the physical and emotional bodies. It is powerful in meditation and in connecting to the Divine Feminine, and is particularly helpful in releasing emotional bonds, patterns or principles that no longer serve. A stone of clear communication, it provides the strength and courage needed to speak openly from the heart.

And finally, last but definitely not least.

• A handful of bark from the Tule Tree in Mexico.

But Niall knew it would be worth it. With this knowledge in hand, he set out on a journey that would take him through dangerous territories, treacherous waters, and even into the realm of the supernatural (that in itself is a tale all of its own for another day) With each ingredient almost secured, Niall felt closer than ever to saving Louis.

Finally, after weeks of searching and battling through various obstacles, Niall called Harry with the wonderful news, and flew to Mexico where he met up with Harry with all the necessary ingredients in his hands, except for the very last ingredient- the bark.

Harry was grateful to Niall for his dedication and bravery in finding all the information needed in discovering the cure. And Niall was forever changed by his encounter with the wise and powerful spiritual leader of the ancient Queensland tribe. Unfortunately, it also came with the distasteful reminder of meeting Mitch Rowland in Mexico, an evil leader, now and forever, always marked upon their skin. 

With trembling hands, Louis delicately holds the vial, his eyes filled with disbelief. He can hardly contemplate what he's seeing, the weight of its implications finally sinking in. After a moment of careful thought, he places the vial on the coffee table, as if handling something incredibly precious and fragile. The room is filled with a heavy silence, as the enormity of the situation hangs in the air.

He gazes at Harry, who's nervously biting his lip, clearly anxious about Louis' impending reaction. The room is thick with tension, and Louis, struggling to process the news, starts to hyperventilate, his breaths coming in quick bursts.

" Harry, this is unbelievable, it's freaking crazy. I'm at a loss for words, honestly." Louis exclaimed, his anxiety rising. Harry, the alpha that he is, pleaded with him to stay calm, sensing the omega's distress.

"Are you alright? Look at me, please Louis." Harry's voice brought him back to reality. As he met Harry's gaze, he saw nothing but concern and love in his eyes. Louis was torn. This cure could be his ticket to his former life, but the idea of changing back to an alpha after embracing his omega identity for so long now, left him scared and confused.

Gratefulness washed over Louis as he looked at Harry. He had spent years believing that Harry was dead or simply gone forever, only to have him miraculously return with a potential solution and a heart wrenching story. But he had to consider the consequences here. Did he truly want to become an alpha again? Was he ready for the responsibilities that came with it? And what about Bree, his daughter? The mere thought of her brought tears to his eyes as Louis retreated, finding his place back on the lounge.

Sensing Louis' hesitation, Harry knelt down, reaching out to hold his trembling hands.

"I know this is a lot to process, and I can see how overwhelmed you are. Please, take all the time you need. I'll be right here by your side, ready to support your decision whenever you're ready to revisit this. Your emotions matter, and I want you to feel comfortable with whatever decision you make. You're not alone in this, but for now, I think it's really important for you to go to bed and get some rest." 

Louis found himself in a trance, before finally rising to his feet, unable to tear his gaze away from the vial, its allure captivating his every thought.

"Hey, you know what? I've got an idea. How about I take care of Bree tonight? You go ahead and get some sleep in the guest room, Lou." Harry proposed, his voice filled with sincere concern.

"You look exhausted, and trust me, I'll take good care of her. I promise." He added on, hoping to reassure him. 

Louis hesitated, torn between his desire to be with his daughter and the persuasive gaze of Harry. After their heartfelt conversation, he realized that Harry needed this moment with Bree just as much as he did.

"Sure, yeah... alright." Louis murmured, his voice barely audible as he scanned the room to gather his belongings. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly accepted Harry's request. "Goodnight then." He took a solitary step before hesitating. "And Harry, please make sure she doesn't roll out of bed. She tends to squirm about in her sleep." Louis complied, giving in to Harry's plea.

As Louis walked away, a torrent of regrets and unspoken words raced through his mind. He wanted to express his profound apologies for the pain Harry and Niall had endured. He wished he could have told Harry that he shouldn't have ever left, but how he deeply appreciated his efforts. He wanted to explain how he found that the Alpha and Beta embarking on that adventure together was silly, yet somewhat endearing. So many emotions swirled within him, the highs and lows intertwining, leaving him feeling the need for rest. Tomorrow he will voice it all, tomorrow, he tells himself as he lays down on the bed. Louis' thoughts drift to how thankful he is for Harry's presence in his life and for all that he and Niall have done for him. 

Learning of the cure has thrown him in ways he could never imagine. Only twenty minutes prior he was full of thoughts of how well their talk had gone about Bree, and how Co-parenting with him was beginning to sound so effortless, and the love that their small family shared for Bree was enough to soothe even the most tired and exhausted soul and now, it's all been thrown up into the air. 

As soon as his eyelids fluttered shut, Louis found himself consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts, his mind racing at full speed. Yet, despite the tumultuous storm within, the exhaustion and tears of the day eventually carried him into a surprisingly light sleep. In that moment, nestled within the house of those who hold an unwavering love for him, Louis experienced a profound sense of tranquillity that can only be found in the presence of true and unconditional affection.

With Harry now left alone in the lounge room, a sense of relief finally hits him, a chance to catch his breath and gather his thoughts. The weight of the secrets he just shared with Louis about the cure and the truth about Mitch weighs heavily on his chest. He gently rubs his temple, trying to ease the ache that has settled there, but a quiet sob escapes him, a jumble of emotions swirling inside.

Harry can't help but feel disappointed in himself for not revealing all the details as promised. He's torn, unsure whether to follow Louis upstairs and disclose the rest or keep it hidden forever. Anxiously, he taps his knees, nerves tingling through his body. "Screw it." he thinks."Louis deserves to know the whole truth." he says to himself. 

With sudden determination, Harry jumps up from his seat and paces back and forth across the room. He rehearses in his mind how he'll express these painful truths, the ones he wishes Louis never had to hear nor bear. Each step brings him closer to the guest room door, his heart pounding in his chest.

But before he makes it there, he can't help but detour to his own bedroom door. He opens it softly, revealing Bree peacefully asleep in the middle of the bed. Relieved at the sight of knowing she's safe and undisturbed, and with deliberate slowness, he gently closes the door, ensuring her continued rest.

Continuing towards the guest room, Harry's steps are measured and filled with apprehension. He reaches out and knocks softly, hoping for a response. But there's only silence, no sign that Louis is awake on the other side of the door. Without any logical reason, Harry finds himself compelled to test the doorknob, perhaps blaming his insistent and protective alpha nature.

The room is bathed in a gentle, moonlit glow, casting ethereal shadows across the space. Harry tiptoes, careful not to disturb the tranquillity that elopes Louis as he peacefully sleeps. With a heart full of gratitude and unspoken emotions, Harry delicately settles himself beside Louis on the bed.

In this moment, Harry wishes Louis could comprehend the profound impact he has had on his life, a silent savior in the darkest of times. If only Louis understood the true extent as to how much he had saved Harry over the last two years. For all the times Harry thought he would never make it home, for the nights he cried and cried at the prospect of never seeing his face again. And more so, for the times when he was beaten. The times, that right now as he stroked his thumb tenderly down his cheek, those very details and images, he wishes he didn't have to scar the Omega with. 

Memories flood Harry's mind, the nights he feared he would never find his way back home, the tears that soaked his cheeks at the mere thought of losing Louis forever, and most of all, the painful moments when he was battered and broken, the very fragments of his existence he wants to shield Louis from.

As Harry's thumb rubs circles into Louis' cheek, he yearns to convey the depth of his appreciation, to let his touch speak volumes of the unspeakable horrors he endured. Yet, he remains silent, cherishing this tender connection, knowing that sometimes, words can never truly capture the magnitude of emotions held within.

In the depths of his heart, Harry acknowledges that it may be for the best to remain quiet. Though the weight of these untold stories gnaws at his soul, he understands that revealing them to Louis would inflict unimaginable pain upon his fragile Omega spirit. The mere thought of recounting the horrible things he had encountered nearly tips him over the edge once more. 

The haunting memories of those near-drownings, where Harry's very breath was stolen until his skin turned a chilling shade of blue, the agonizing hunger that clawed at his stomach during weeks of merciless starvation, and the heart-stopping moments when a gun was callously pressed against his temple by sadistic pack members, all send a bone-chilling shiver down Harry's spine.

But it was when Mitch, consumed by his own twisted desires, took pleasure in inflicting pain upon Niall and threatened to take his life, leaving Harry shattered and broken, that he found himself standing at the precipice of an impossible choice. With desperation in his eyes, Harry pleaded with Mitch, the pack leader, to spare Niall's life. In an act of unimaginable selflessness, Harry offered himself instead, willing to endure whatever torment awaited him if it meant protecting one of his own.

In a cruel twist of fate and after multiple times of denying the request earlier, Mitch agreed to spare Niall, but at a heavy price. Harry was to remain by his side, trapped in a nightmarish existence for two agonizing years. It was a sacrifice made in the depths of love and loyalty, as Harry's heart shattered into a million pieces, knowing the pain he would endure and the precious moments he would be robbed of.

As Harry sat in his cold desolate cell, the weight of his decision pressed heavily upon his heart. Clutching the ultrasound image, he knew that by saving Niall, he would miss the precious moments of his daughter's birth. The thought of not witnessing her first steps or hearing her first word brought tears streaming down his face. In that moment, his emotions surged like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him in a sea of sorrow. In the depths of his anguish, visions of Louis' radiant smile flickered in his mind, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. Unbeknownst to Harry, those fleeting images of Louis and the anticipation of what his daughter might look like would become his lifeline in the months to come. They would be the threads that held his sanity together, reminding him of the love and beauty that awaited him beyond those prison walls.

Niall, understanding the sacrifice Harry was making, pleaded with him not to go through with it. He believed that they shouldn't be controlled by someone as cruel as Mitch, and he was willing to give up his own life to protect Harry and Louis. But Harry, driven by love and a desire to shield his family from harm, knew that he had to make this sacrifice, no matter how painful it would be. 

There exists a vast ocean of unspeakable horrors that Harry cannot bear to relive, for fear of drowning in their darkness once again. Gazing upon the Omega with an overwhelming desire, Harry yearns to draw closer, to inhale a breath that would fill the void within him. Yet, he restrains himself, choosing instead to remain seated, releasing his own pheromones into the open air, like a silent plea to the universe for Louis to find comfort in a peaceful sleep, deserving of every ounce of rest.

As Harry gently closes his eyes, his heart wrenches with an overwhelming surge of feelings. The day he was finally set free from his confining cell, though basked with a glimmer of liberation, also carries a profound and poignant sadness. The weight of missed moments and stolen time settles heavily upon him, leaving him with an ache of regret. In that moment of freedom not too long ago, he couldn't help but feel the deep sorrow of all that was unjustly taken away from him, forever etched in the depths of his inner being. 

🐺FLASHBACK 🐺

Harry held his breath as he heard the familiar click of the cell unlocking. Standing before him was Damon, Mitch's right-hand man and, unfortunately, his most skilled torturer. A wicked smirk adorned Damon's face, sending chills down Harry's spine. Amidst the horrors of last night, Harry had completely forgotten that today was supposed to be the day of his and Niall's release.

"Thought you were done with me, huh? Well, guess again, you pathetic excuse of a so-called Alpha. We've got one last little rendezvous, or should I say, one last..doctors appointment. " Damon sneered, his laughter echoing through the dimly lit room. " Mitch's request, of course." As he spoke, a sinister smile sprawled across his face, highlighting the twisted pleasure he derived from Harry's torment. He leaned in closer, his eyes filled with sadistic delight, and spat at Harry's feet, the glob of saliva landing with a sickening thud.

Harry's heart sank as the realization set in. He should have known that Mitch wouldn't let him go so easily. The man was a master of manipulation and cruelty, always finding new ways to inflict pain.

Days had turned into an agonizing eternity since Harry had last seen or heard from Niall. The absence weighed heavily on his mind, each passing moment fueling his growing concern. The haunting thoughts of what might have happened, the relentless "what ifs" consumed him, leaving him restless and desperate for answers.

Fury ignited within Harry as he demanded. "Where the hell is Niall?" His voice trembled with a mixture of anger and fear, his eyes locked onto Damon, searching for any sign of a response. But Damon remained silent, his lips curled into a wicked grin, as he roughly unlocked the chains around Harry's ankles. With a forceful tug, he yanked Harry to his feet, the cold metal of the cuffs biting into his wrists, a cruel reminder of his helplessness.

Silence engulfed the air as Harry was led down the eerie, dungeon-like corridor. The very sight of this place used to instil terror in him, but now, he had grown accustomed to the pain and the bleak surroundings. Numbness had settled into his bones, a defence mechanism against the relentless torment.

Walking past rows of cells, each marked with a giant number, Harry's heart sank when he reached cell number 28. Dread filled his every fiber as he realized where they were headed - the dreaded torture and punishment room. 

With a cold detachment, Harry was placed on a hospital-style bed, its sterile appearance contrasting with the malevolence that lurked within these walls. His feet were swiftly locked back into restraints, the familiar click of the mechanism echoing throughout the room.

Harry's eyes widened as he surveyed his surroundings, a sense of unease settling in his gut. Something was amiss. The usual array of torture instruments were conspicuously absent, replaced by an eerie emptiness that sent shivers down his spine. His heart raced as Damon secured the final chain, binding him tightly to the chair.

Just as Harry's fear reached its peak, the door swung open, revealing the figure of Mitch himself. This was highly unusual. Mitch rarely ventured into this room, leaving the dirty work to his sadistic lackey, Damon. As Harry's gaze shifted to the medical tray, his heart sank. He knew what was coming. The clamps, the forceps - it could only mean one thing.

"No, please, Mitch! You can't do that! Anything but that!" Harry's voice cracked with desperation, his pleas falling on deaf ears as Damon forcefully gagged him with a cloth, silencing his cries.

A sinister smile played across Mitch's lips as he leaned in, his voice dripping with malice. "What's the matter, Alpha? It's a little going away present." he whispered into Harry's ear, relishing in the terror that shone brightly in his eyes. Tears streamed down Harry's face, a silent testament to the anguish and life changing event. 

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Only a mere couple of hours later, Harry was unceremoniously ejected from the confines of Mitch's packhouse, his body aching and weariness seeping into his bones. Deprived of any belongings, he stood on the footpath, the harsh warning from Mitch about never stepping foot in Mexico again was still ringing in his ears. With determination, Harry took a step forward, refusing to look back as he stepped out onto the footpath. 

"HARRY!" Niall's voice pierced through the air, causing Harry to spin around. Relief flooded his senses as Niall approached, clutching him into a tight embrace. "Thank fucking god! Where have you been?" Harry blurted out, his concern evident as he checked over Niall.

Niall gently took hold of Harry's arm, urging them to walk away from that awful dreaded place, both of them eager to escape its clutches. "Well?" Harry inquired, his eyes searching Niall's face. Niall appeared sad and embarrassed, his voice filled with a mixture of pain and shame. "Mitch... he, um, he locked me up with women betas and made me... he made me do it, I didn't want-..." Harry understood the unspoken words and quickly reached out, gripping Niall's arm.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. You had no choice, Ni. Always remember that." Harry reassured him, his voice filled with empathy and understanding.

"Im okay, but ah, are you alright? What happened to you?" Niall inquired, concerned as he observed Harry's slight limp.

"I'm fine, just a little sore." Harry tried to brush it off, but the discomfort was obvious in his expression. He winced as he shifted his weight, causing Niall to raise an eyebrow, not convinced by Harry's nonchalant attitude. "You don't look fine. What's wrong?"

Harry's voice quivered slightly as he gathered the courage to open up. Niall's supportive hand on his shoulder gave him the strength he needed. "I, uh... it's nothing serious, and-"

Niall looked skeptical. "Where are you sore?"

Harry flushed, not wanting to reveal the embarrassing truth. "Just... a few places." He shifted again, wincing as pain shot through his body.

"Mitch." Harry muttered, his voice filled with pain. Niall understood that it was a sensitive topic, so he just nodded, deciding to let it go for now. "I will tell you later." Harry reassured him.

Niall nodded as he pulled out their passports from his pocket, Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. It was like a glimmer of hope, that he didn't think he held anymore. " Yeah I know, i'm shocked too, but one of Mitch's sidekicks threw them at me when he tossed me out the door earlier." Harry studied the passports, thankful for the little miracle, But then, something else caught Harry's attention, a delicate necklace adorning Niall's neck, a crystal shaped vial. Harry's voice trembled as he asked. "W- Where... where did you get that?"

Niall's smile was bittersweet, their eyes reflecting the pain they had endured. "It was a gift from one of the beta girls." He whispered. "She was scared, just like me. And after showing her kindness and treating her gently, she thanked me with this."

Tears welled up in Harry's eyes as he realized the depth of Niall's compassion, even in the face of their own suffering. "Niall." he choked out, his voice filled with admiration and gratitude. "You have an incredible ability to touch people's hearts, even in the darkest of times, Jesus Christ Niall, even in the midst of captivity you still managed to charm a woman." Harry semi laughs. 

With a heavy heart, they cast one final gaze upon the haunting place that held horrid memories. The weight of their past clung to them as they navigated to the airport, a lingering fear of history repeating itself. But as they passed through immigration with ease, a shared look of relief spoke volumes. Boarding the plane, they couldn't help but exchange a silent "Thank fuck" - a cathartic release from the shadows that had haunted them for far too long.

Believe it or not, it was as they ventured through the mystical woods of London, that Niall's hands trembled with anticipation. Suddenly, he dropped his bag, revealing the collection of carefully gathered ingredients for the cure. "Might as well ditch those now." Harry mused, a hint of resignation in his voice, a reminder of how he had failed. But instead of doing just that, Niall's eyes sparkled as he unfastened his necklace, capturing Harry's intrigued gaze. The air crackled with curiosity, leaving Harry wondering what it was that Niall had in store.

Niall clicked the top of the crystal opening a small lid. Niall walked closer for Harry to see. " What is that?" He said looking at what seemed like dust. " Niall smiled. " It's the bark from the Tule tree. It's been grounded down finely but -" Harry lunged forward an absolute crying mess. "But How?" Harry asked as he pulled back. Niall leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Remember that woman I spoke of? I told you she appreciated my kindness and gentle approach, lets just say, she had connections in the airport."

"Haha, you're un fucking believable, Horan! Bloody hell, I could give you a big ol' smooch!"

"Ew, please don't. Well, if you really want to..." Niall teased, but Harry wasn't joking. He grabbed Niall's face with both hands and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Yuck, get off me! You stink!" Niall exclaimed, wrinkling his nose in mock disgust.

Harry sniffed himself and couldn't help but agree. Finding a shower ASAP became their top priority.

Taking a moment to compose themselves, the two sat side by side, united in their mission. With steady hands, they mixed the ingredients, completing the potion that held the promise of Louis' salvation. Carefully, they poured it into the vial that Niall had acquired, their hearts brimming with hope.

"C'mon Harry, let's get you home to your family. "

🐺 END OF FLASHBACK 🐺

Unable to resist the overpowering pull, Harry surrenders himself completely to his alpha, even though he feels a twinge of guilt for potentially disrespecting Louis in his unconscious state. Leaning in, he gently presses his lips against Louis' forehead, a tender gesture that speaks volumes of their unspoken connection. "Thank you, Omega, for saving me." he whispers, unaware of the depth of the bond shared between them, despite not being mated. 

In a way that will never be explained, a mysterious and inexplicable force takes place, right as his soft velvety lips meet Louis' skin, an indescribable type of magic takes hold. No words are needed, for the touch alone conveys the depth of how much he has missed him, how much love Harry holds for him.

His footsteps don't falter as he turns and leaves, his body, which is exhausted and full of anguish, seeks some rest, but every time he dares to close his eyes, the torment of his nightmares grips him tightly. As the door softly shuts, Louis jerks awake, gasping for air as he takes in what he just felt. The room is filled with the familiar scent of Harry, a bittersweet reminder of their times once shared. Overwhelmed by it all, Louis succumbs to the pull of sleep once more, seeking solace in the comfort of Harry's presence, even in his dreams.

🐺

Considering how much info he was flooded with last night, Louis still managed to acquire a restful night's sleep while Bree took an impromptu sleepover in Harry's room. He woke up feeling good, but something felt off without Bree not jumping on him or giggling with his sisters at home. He wasted no time climbing out of bed as he tiptoed down the hallway, hearing Bree's innocent singing voice joined by Harry's from downstairs, and he immediately knew everything was alright.

Louis walked into the living room and saw Harry sitting with his guitar, while his adorable daughter sat closely next to him, happily humming along to the words of baby shark. Bree noticed Louis and reached out her little hand, waving excitedly. "Mama! " with so much joy in her voice.

Louis felt a wave of warmth in his heart and couldn't believe how lucky he was to be a parent to such a beautiful girl, and right now, he was just glad to see how much better she looked, showing no more signs of being unwell. He sat down beside her as Bree encouraged Harry to continue singing. Harry strummed his guitar, while Bree clapped, danced and giggled.

As the song ended, Bree squeaked out, "Again, Daddy! Again! " and Harry smiled, leaning over to kiss the top of her hand. Louis had never felt more complete than he did at that moment.

"You're looking so much better, munchkin. Are you feeling okay now?" Louis asked, concern evident in his voice.

Bree glanced up at her daddy, then over at her mama. "I feel sooo much better."

"That's great, that's great. Are you hungry? I can go get you some-" 

"Daddy made me waffles, well, supposed to be waffles, but they looked like pancakes, mama." 

Harry pretended to be offended, a smile playing on his lips as he embraced Bree's unintentional insult. 

Harry noticed the way Louis' face fell. 

"I'm sorry, um, you were asleep, and I didn't want to wake you, so I thought I'd give it a try, and-" 

"No, it's fine, really. Don't worry about it." Louis reassured.

Bree looked up at Harry excitedly. 

"Time for the woods now?" 

Louis glanced at Harry suspiciously.

"I promised to take her for a walk when you woke up. She loves it when I take her out there."

Louis observed with delight as Bree's excitement caused her to jump up and down.

"Oh, I see. Well, if you've brushed your teeth, then you most certainly can." Louis replied, a playful tone in his voice.

Bree frowned, and Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"Oops, that was probably my fault. Go on then, teeth, coat, and mud boots, and we can get going." Harry said, glancing at Louis. "Did you get a good sleep? You look well-rested."

Louis, blushing slightly, nodded his head. "I did, yes."

As Bree excitedly skipped out the door, Harry turned to follow her, but Louis gently halted him.

"Hey, Harry."

Harry turned back, meeting Louis' gaze as he softly smiled.

As of 2023, English claims approximately 170,000 to 250,000 words in the language as a whole, and yet Louis Tomlinson is all of a sudden struggling to voice a single one of them. 

Love. 

They say that love is a feeling, just a word. But as you grow older and mature you tend to realise that love is not only that, it's also an action. 

Louis felt his heart swell as he gazed at Harry, the depth of his emotions transcending mere words. Ignoring any potential onlookers, he moved closer, his eyes locked on Harry's chest. With a gentle yet firm embrace, he wrapped his arms around Harry's torso, pressing his cheek against his chest, holding on tightly.

Harry's heart raced, shocked as he tried to process the moment unfolding before him. With tenderness, he raised his hand to caress the back of Louis' head, his own alpha instincts responding to the cherished touch. Harry braced himself for Louis to pull away, for regret to set in, but it never came. Instead, without breaking their gaze, Louis leaned in closer, their eyes locked, searching for any sign of what this meant for them.

"Thank you," Louis whispered, his voice barely audible to Harry. "For everything."

With a quick step back, Louis released his embrace, a hint of hesitation in his movements.

"You, um, might wanna catch up to Bree. We don't want her to spill the toothpaste. She tends to-"

"DADDY, MAMA, I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT!" they heard Bree's panicked scream from upstairs.

"Forget it, it's too late." Louis chuckled. "And Harry, don't forget, it's Oli's birthday today. Coffee and cake at 3pm."

🐺

Harry and Bree returned from their enchanting stroll in the woods, their hearts light and spirits soaring.
Harry guided Bree to her room, where he lovingly cleaned her up and carefully selected a new outfit, ensuring she looked her absolute best for Oli's eagerly anticipated birthday bash. The clock ticked away, reaching 2:50pm, and yet, Louis was nowhere to be found. Concerned, Harry fished out his phone and dialled Louis' number, only to be met with an unsettling silence on the other end. 

Just as disappointment started to settle in, a text message popped up on Harry's screen. It was Louis, assuring him that he wouldn't be too long, with a promise to join them soon. With a sigh of relief, Harry replied with a simple "okay. Call if you need me." grateful for the reassurance. In the meantime, Harry engaged in playful moments with Bree, relishing in the joyous laughter that filled the air as she gleefully interacted with the other children. 

The minutes ticked by, and as the clock struck 3:30pm, Harry's determination grew. He firmly grasped Bree's tiny hand, embarking on a mission to find Louis, determined to uncover the reason for his absence and hopefully bring him back to the festivities where his alpha would calm down. 

🐺

Sitting alone in the dimly lit lounge, Louis found himself surrounded by the distant sounds of laughter, talking, clapping, and cake cutting. He had slipped away from everyone, feeling drained and deflated, unable to shake off the heavy weight of hopelessness and guilt, and he can't even explain why that is. 

Maybe it has something to do with the way he was avoiding Niall that seemed to only intensify his unease. Catching glimpses of him from afar, Louis couldn't find the courage to approach him or even have any idea of what to say to him. How does one properly express gratitude for someone who has sacrificed so much and endured daily torment all on their behalf, for your own benefit? God, the temptation for a stiff drink grew stronger, the liquor cabinet beckoning after such a long period of abstinence.

In search of quenching his thirst, he reaches for the nearest bottle, finding vodka within his grasp. Without hesitation, he pours a shot and swiftly downs it, feeling the fiery liquid sear his throat as it goes down.

In that moment, something clicked in his mind as he remembered where he was. A surge of curiosity had begun to creep in as he looked at it multiple times, and then suddenly out of nowhere, he couldn't resist the urge to explore it further. He has never been the one to fight against his better judgement, but he felt drawn to it. Despite the internal screams telling him to turn back, he found himself fixated on it, a temptation whispering his name. 

Step by step, he moved closer, his finger automatically typing in Harry's unchanged passcode, granting him access to the safe. It was a risky move, but he felt compelled, as if there were no other choice. He needed to see it again, even if it meant dancing with danger.

With a satisfying click, the door swung open, revealing the hidden vial within. Slowly but steadily he lifted the vial with due care, holding it delicately in his hand, examining it as a part of himself chanted at him to drink it. The internal battle raged on, stirring up a storm of conflicting reactions. As he locked eyes with his reflection in the mirror, Alpha Louis stared back, but his heart continued to scream, "No, Omega." The struggle between his identity and his instincts intensified, leaving him torn and uncertain.

Louis found himself stuck in the midst of a mental prison; a war between two realities he couldn't reconcile. In one hand was the life he currently held, the one he'd built over the years and had come to cherish, and in the other was the promise of everything he'd always dreamed of returning to. The vial felt heavy and he wavered between the two, his eyes unfocused as he stared off into the unknown.

As he allowed himself to consider his options, a rush of excitement and adrenaline flooded his senses, threatening to drown him under its currents. Louis stood frozen, the vial of liquid temptation hovering near his lips. For a moment, he toyed with the idea of taking a sip, the seductive possibility of him regaining his former life was almost too much to pass up.

But just as he was ready to take the plunge, a small voice cut through the fog. "What are you doing, Mama?" 

The words struck him like a physical blow, jolting him back to reality and leaving him feeling raw and exposed. The weight of his temptation became too much as he fumbled to put the vial away, the shame of his near-temptation leaving him feeling small and defeated. He was left wondering whether he had made the right choice or not, but deep down, he knew that his past could not be erased so easily.

"Hey darling, what's goin-" 

In the middle of this unfortunate timing, Harry's face contorted with concern as he laid eyes on the open safe door. A flicker of fear sprung in his eyes, wondering if Louis had swallowed its contents. 

"Daddy took me to the potty all by himself, mama! He did, he did!" Bree's innocent voice rang out.

Louis swiftly shifted his gaze between Harry and Bree, his mind racing to find a way to defuse the tension. He crouched down to Bree's level, attempting to conceal the unease that lingered in the air.

"That's amazing, sweetheart. Mama just needs to finish something real quick, and then I'll be right out. How about you and daddy go and, um...um." 

" Get mama a nice, refreshing glass of lemonade." 

Harry chimed in, picking up on Louis' struggle.

"Okay, daddy."

Harry never said another word as he gently grasped Bree's hand, silently guiding her towards the exit.

Louis felt lost, torn between his heart and his instincts. A sense of uncertainty was growing and Louis knew that he couldn't hide behind his alpha/omega facade any longer. He needed to figure out who he truly was and what he wanted from his life.

He dug out his phone and sent a message. 

" I'm so sorry, do you mind keeping an eye on Bree, I need to go somewhere, will be back later on. Tell Oli im sorry but I will see him later. "

🐺

As Louis crosses the threshold, the familiar embrace of home greets him with open arms, the warmth seeming to hug him as he navigates his way through the familiar halls, finally settling in the small but cozy kitchen. 

He carefully selects a chair, its worn wooden frame creaking softly under his weight, as he positions himself to eavesdrop on the symphony of chaos unfolding upstairs. The harmonious blend of raised voices and slamming doors paints a vivid picture of his sister, Lotti, unleashing her rebellious spirit upon their weary mother.

Suddenly, amidst all the commotion, a door slams shut, its resounding echo reaching Louis' ears with a sense of urgency. He instinctively turns his attention towards the approaching footsteps, each heavy thud marking the descent of someone who knows him all too well. "Jesus Christ, Louis, you the scared the bloody shit out of me!" Jay's voice screeches, holding her hand across her heart trying to calm herself from being unexpectedly surprised. "Why are you here and not at the party? I mean, I have a valid excuse, but what's yours?"

Jay's eyes, brimming with curiosity and worry, scan Louis' face, seeking answers in the subtle nuances of his expression.

" Sorry I didn't mean to scare you, she is very um, vocal today, is everything alright?" he says, gesturing towards the second floor.

Jay nods in agreement, her expression reflecting her understanding. "Oh, those teenage hormones mixed with boys can certainly make life challenging, sometimes." she remarks, a hint of amusement in her voice. Her gaze sweeps across the room before she asks. "Where's my little bugalug? Is she with Harry?"

Louis smiles warmly, observing Jay as she blows her nose once again. "Ah, the joys of teenage antics." he says, his voice filled with empathy. " Yeah Bree is at the party, so I can't be too long."

Louis smiles softly, his expression filled with a mix of anticipation and concern. " Mum, I really need to talk to you about something important. It's kinda serious, so maybe you should take a seat." he says gently, motioning towards the nearby couch.

🐺

After an incredibly challenging yet enlightening conversation with his mother, Louis feels a sense of clarity and newfound openness to different possibilities. Jay's initial reaction to the news of a cure left her visibly shaken, her face turning pale as she sat in stunned silence for several minutes, unable to find the right words. Eventually, Jay's excitement began to shine through, understanding the depth of Louis' aversion to being transformed into an Omega.

As the discussion unfolded, Jay had shared her own thoughts and advice, but ultimately explained to Louis that the decision rests solely with him, regardless of how desperately he pleaded for her guidance. 

Returning to the pack house, Louis meanders through the bustling garden, where a lively crowd is still gathered. His eyes land on Liam and Zayn, snuggled up on a picnic rug, and he senses it's best not to intrude on their little romantic moment.

"Louis, hey, you're finally here!" Oli exclaims, his very intoxicated voice appearing from out of nowhere. 

" Sorry, had some stuff to take care of and-"

Oli forcefully shoves a drink into his hands, nearly knocking Louis off balance, and then bellows across the lawn. "Colin!"

Bloody hell, Oli is absolutely smashed, completely clueless about what he's up to. Louis scans the area, desperately searching for any sign of Harry or Bree, but they're nowhere to be seen. Determined, he heads over to the main house.

As he steps into the kitchen, his nose is hit with the sweet scent of fresh flowers. And there they are, Harry and Bree, standing by the counter, delicately arranging a bunch of vibrant blooms in a beautiful vase.

"Well, they look absolutely stunning, just like a little girl I know." Louis remarks with a playful grin.

Bree's head whips around at the sound of her mama's voice, her eyes lighting up. Without a moment's hesitation, she dashes towards Louis, leaping into his awaiting arms.

"You like them, Mama? They're for you." Bree says, snuggling into Louis' chest, her tiredness evident.

"Yes, baby, I do, and thank you so much." Louis responds, his heart swelling with love.

Harry's gaze holds a familiar look, silently asking for an explanation, and Louis knows it's only fair. Just as fate would have it, Anne steps into the kitchen, sensing the tension.

"Hey, Bree, come with Grandma. I know where they're hiding more cake."

Without even glancing at her parents for permission, Bree skips over to Anne, clasping her hand and excitedly chatting about her love for the strawberry sprinkle cakes and all the desserts. 

The moment they find themselves alone, Louis makes his way over to the sink, his eyes locked on Bree and Anne as they venture into the garden, their figures visible through the kitchen window. Lost in his own thoughts, Louis drifts into a slight daze, fully aware that Harry is on the brink of questioning him.
Just as Harry approaches, slowly mimicking his position by standing next to him and admiring the view, Louis breaks the silence first.

"Sorry for just taking off earlier." Harry listens intently but also smiles at seeing Bree running circles around Anne's legs.

"It's okay, Bree was fine. She enjoyed herself today. Are you alright though? You were gone for a long time." Harry asks, concern evident in his voice.

Louis takes a moment, his mind wandering as he contemplates his response. Finally, he breaks the silence. "Yeah, um, I just needed to clear my head. I went and spoke with my mum. She knows about the cure."

Harry's heart skips a beat upon hearing this unexpected revelation. A mix of relief and nervousness washes over him. He's always carried a sense of guilt for the impact the transformation had on the Tomlinson family dynamics and even though Jay forgave him, deep down, Harry knows that Jay would be ecstatic to hear about the cure.

Not wanting to pry or seem too nosy, Harry nods his head in understanding. Both of them continue to watch the lively scene outside, the sound of laughter and music filling the room. It momentarily lifts their spirits, providing a brief respite.

"Mum is still sick and I just wanted to ask if you are busy next week? My heat is due in a couple of days and I need someone to watch over-." 

"Yes!" Harry interrupts excitedly. "Like all on my own, for a few days? I might have a couple of elder meetings, but I can reschedule them around that for sure! "

Louis laughs a little at Harry's enthusiasm. It feels a bit strange to talk about his heat, but with Harry, it only makes him blush slightly.

" Mum is still sniffling, and I don't want to overwhelm her until she's fully recovered. Usually, I'd ask your mum for help, but since you're home now, I thought I'd reach out to you instead and well, first steps to co-parenting remember." He smiles. 

Harry's smile falters for a moment, his mind swirling with questions. The one that keeps resurfacing is whether Louis uses an alpha during his heat. Sensing Harry's curiosity, and even though Louis can't read minds, he somehow picks up on what Harry must be wondering. Louis responds, cheeks warming up. "I'll be in the heat house... alone." he admits, coughing slightly.

"Okay." Harry says, a sense of relief shining through as he tries not to let it show. "I'm really glad you trust me to watch over her, Lou. Thank you, really."

Harry feels a wave of relaxation knowing that no one else will be joining him, even though his inner alpha is stirring with desires. He wishes his alpha didn't know this information, as all he can now think about is taking care of Louis, cuddling him, providing safety and security, and pleasing him and-

Harry quickly clears his throat, attempting to distract his overexcited Alpha, because those thoughts just make him sad. 

" Are you hungry?" Harry asks, eager to change the subject. 

Ignoring the question entirely, Louis seems lost in his own thoughts, his gaze fixed on the heartwarming scene of their daughter giggling and twirling with her grandma as they dance. After taking a deep breath, Louis turns his head slightly towards Harry, his voice filled with vulnerability.

"I also let Mum know that I've made the decision to move Bree and myself back into the pack house."

Harry's eyes widen in surprise, his lips curling into a warm smile. He can't help but feel a surge of happiness and relief at the news. The thought of having Louis and their daughter back closer to him, returned to their rightful place, fills him with a sense of content and accomplishment. 

As Louis notices Harry's reaction from his peripheral vision, a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Seeing Harry's genuine happiness only strengthens his decision. However, that changes into nervous energy that quickly begins to seep in, causing him to let out a shaky breath. He knows that what he's about to say next holds immense weight and could potentially change their lives forever.

With a hint of anticipation in his voice, Louis looks directly into Harry's eyes.

" I've made a decision about the cure."

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A/N 

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Last guesses !!!!

# Chapter 22- It's for the best

A/N 

This is a long one !!!! 

14.7k words !!! 

PLEASE READ END AUTHORS NOTE, ITS IMPORTANT.
 

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Emerging from the seclusion of the heat house, Louis bore the unmistakable weight of exhaustion after enduring five days of separation from his family. Despite feeling drained, an eagerness ignited within him, propelling him forward with a singular purpose-to find Bree and Harry, the two people he had missed dearly, Bree, he means, yeah Bree, he has missed Bree dearly. 

Obviously the pack house is his first stop, it's where he lives now after moving back in there in a rush the day before his heat started, and he's hoping he can find someone to help him locate his loved ones.

To his dismay, the pack house is empty and eerily quiet. He calls out but receives no response, causing anxiety to fester in his chest. He tries to calm himself down by telling himself to keep going and ignore the feeling that something is wrong. 

Louis' next move is to reach out to his mother, who's now fully recovered from her flu. She reports that Harry had mentioned this morning about his intentions of taking Bree out for ice cream at the cafe, something that puts a smile on Louis' face instantly. He immediately jumps into his car, pulling out of the driveway at double speed, and heads straight into town.

Louis' breathing quickens as he pulls up outside, silently wishing and hoping that Harry hasn't left already. He scans the surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of the alphas car, and spots it in a parking lot.

Pushing out a deep breath of anticipation and excitement at the same time, Louis fixes his fringe that is still wet from the shower he took at the heat house. Satisfied with how he looks, he gets out of his car and walks into the café, his heart racing faster with every step. The smell of fresh coffee beans and ice cream stirs his senses, prompting him to keep moving forward, now realising how hungry he does indeed feel.

Upon spotting Harry and Bree laughing in a corner booth together, Louis' heart flutters with immense joy at the sight, ready to spend some promised time together. He decides to surprise them by sneaking up, wanting to take the opportunity of storing their expressions of happiness and cherishing them forever in his memory.

But as he gets closer, the sight of a blonde Omega catches his attention, causing him to stop in his tracks. Her hand lingers on Harry's arm as she joins them at the table, and her gaze locks with Harry's, a gesture that throws his emotions into chaos.

Louis' eyes dart between the three figures, trying to make sense of the situation. His mind races, thinking of the reasons for this stranger's presence in their booth. Meanwhile, Harry continues to laugh with Bree, seemingly unaware of the torture that Louis is going through.

As Louis watches the blonde Omega, she purposefully leans closer to Harry whispering something that Louis cannot hear, Harry's laugh then resonating through the cafe. Bree claps her hands, fascinated by the woman's animated behaviour, leaving Louis unsure of how to react.

From an onlookers perspective, it would appear that the three of them were a happy and loving family, especially with the way Harry's arm was wrapped protectively around Bree, and the blonde Omega's hand that still rested upon Harry's forearm. The sight before Louis made him feel instantly melancholic as he thought about turning around and leaving. 

Louis' heart aches as he continues to watch the three of them. Coming out of a heat, he was still reeling from its affects as he felt a cloud of jealousy set in, insecurity taking hold of his mind, affecting his emotions on a deeper level.

Despite all of that brewing inside of him, Louis' Omega instincts push him to defend his territory. He feels like rushing out of the door, but at the same time, there's a stubborn voice inside of him telling him to confront the unknown Omega, who he saw as a threat. 

Harry's laughter triggers another wave of jealousy, and Louis feels a visceral need to protect his family, feeling anxious around the unknown Omega, even though she looks like she wouldn't hurt a fly.

The Omega in question is bathed in soft warm lighting. Her vibrant red lipstick perfectly complements her flawless complexion, while her straight hair frames her face with elegance. As she sips her coffee, her blue eyes sparkle with creativity and confidence. It's a scene straight out of a magazine! 

Taking a deep breath, Louis walks towards the booth. Bree senses his presence and looks up, a large grin settling on her face. Harry turns, and Louis can feel a level of discomfort as they lock eyes.

The unknown Omega glares at Louis, sensing that he is getting too close to their space. But even though he feels threatened, Louis remembers his place as a parent and an Omega, taking care not to overstep his boundaries.

The desire to protect his family is still present, causing fear to take hold of his mind. But the warm smile on Bree's face gives him the strength he needs to face the unknown Omega head-on.

In the bustling cafe, Louis and Harry both speak at the same time, causing Louis to come to a sudden halt. Harry's nervousness is palpable as he glances back and forth between Louis and the woman engaging him in conversation. "This is Louis, Bree's other guardian." Harry stammers, earning a disgruntled look from Louis. "Bree's mother, I mean." Harry quickly corrects himself, but it only adds fuel to Louis' annoyance. 

The woman maintains her composure and addresses Louis directly. "Oh, yes, Louis." She says with a warm smile, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "We've actually sort of crossed paths before, on the phone a few months ago. You were acting as the pack leader, and you hired me to manage the heat and rut houses. I had some loose ends to tie up in Seabrooke first, you loved my working credentials and suggested I could start when I was ready. I just moved here, I begin work this week, remember? I'm Taylor, Taylor Swift." 
Her eyes twinkle with excitement as she extends her hand for a friendly shake.

Louis reluctantly shakes Taylor's hand. He can't deny the undeniable beauty standing before him, and a pang of jealousy jolts through him. If he had known she was this stunning, he might have thought twice about hiring her. He internally scolds himself for feeling this way, trying to push aside his irrational jealousy.

As Louis looks down at Bree, he can sense her frustration. She's trying to get out of her seat, craving the attention of her mama who was preoccupied. With a smile, Louis bends down to help Bree out of her chair, determined to give her the love and attention she deserves.

" Yes, I do remember now." he says softly, his eyes firmly on Bree. " Bree baby, you ready to head home?" Harry's eyebrows shoot up at Louis' sudden rudeness, Bree automatically blowing a kiss towards Harry. " Bye Daddy." 

Louis gathers the scattered belongings from around the table, an obvious tension hovering. An awkward silence hangs between them all, and with a final glance at Harry and Taylor, Louis turns his attention fully to her. "Apologies for the intrusion. We'll be on our way now." he says, his voice tinged with a hint of unease.

Taylor responds with a dazzling smile, her pearly whites gleaming. She looks at Harry briefly before turning her gaze back to Louis. "Oh, that's perfectly fine. I'm actually looking forward to getting to know Harry better." She clears her throat before adding on. " And yourself of course." she says, her tone warm and reassuring. "And Bree, she's such a delightful young child. So advanced and incredibly polite."

Harry senses it all too clearly-the tension, the subtle shift in Louis' demeanour. He can see it all, he can feel it, he can even smell it. It's as if a storm is brewing within him, and Harry can't help but feel its intensity.

"Here, let me walk you and -" Harry offers, his voice laced with concern but is interrupted.

Louis' response is curt, a clear indication that something is amiss. "No, it's fine. Please, enjoy your coffee and ice cream."

As Louis walks away, Harry watches him, confusion and sadness written all over his face. He waves to Bree, who now wears a puzzled and upset expression, her innocent misunderstanding of the situation shattered. 

Harry can't help but wonder what lies beneath the surface of Louis' discontent, after all they had discussed the cure decision last week, he thought it was sorted. 

🐺 FLASHBACK 🐺

As the sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the room, Harry's restlessness grew. With each passing moment, his nerves tightened like a coiled spring. The delay in Bree's nap, caused by the lingering festivities of the party, only added to his mounting unease. Every tick of the clock echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of the precious time slipping away. It was as if the universe conspired to test his patience, teasing him with the promise of a long-awaited moment. The air crackled with anticipation, thick with the weight of his expectations.

How does one feel both sad yet excited at the same time? He knows that Louis will now be better off without him and that changing back into an alpha is exactly what the pair of them need, more so Louis than Harry. In the midst of Harry's restless wait for Bree's nap to settle, a storm of emotions rages within him. The weight of sadness bears down on his heart, recognizing that parting ways with Louis is now inevitable. However, within the tempest of his misery, a spark of excitement emerges. Harry believes that this transformative journey of Louis reverting back to his alpha self, holds the key to their salvation. It's a delicate balance of sorrow and anticipation, as Harry embarks on a path that promises both heartache and healing.

In Harry's eyes, the realization loomed like a shadow: the path to a complete family, where Louis could have everything he deserves, his desire for a complete family and all that it entails diverged from what Harry could provide. 

Love, as powerful as it may be, couldn't surmount this formidable obstacle. Despite their deep connection and the belief in their destined union, Harry knew that this time, it wasn't enough to bridge the gap. The bittersweet truth settled in his heart, a poignant reminder of the sacrifices they must make for the sake of their individual happiness. It's a tough pill to swallow, but sometimes love isn't enough to overcome the challenges that life throws our way.

Telling Louis is going to be hard.

🐺

"Liam, are you still up for watching over Bree? She's fast asleep, and I hope this conversation with Harry won't drag on for too long. I don't want to impose on your time more than necessary."

Liam, who is guzzling milk straight from the bottle, plops it down on the table. Louis looks at him, a hint of confusion in his eyes, as Liam isn't usually one to drink straight from the bottle.

"Are you alright?" Louis inquires, concern etched on his face, as Liam gently wipes his mouth.

"Yeah, it's nothing." Liam dismisses with a wave of his hand. "Go ahead, talk to Harry. Take all the time you need. I'm more than happy to look after Bree. It's been a while since I've had a chance to spend quality time with her, so go on." Liam playfully shoos Louis away, a smile gracing his lips. "Thanks."

Louis shoots a quick text to Harry, eager to find out his whereabouts. Harry responds promptly, letting him know where he can be found. Nervously shifting, Harry listens intently to approaching footsteps. As the door unlatches, Louis walks closer, pausing when he reaches Harry. "May I?" he asks, gesturing towards the seat. Harry, overcome with nerves and feeling choked up, apologizes for not being more hospitable. "Yeah, of course, sorry." he stammers, scooting over slightly to make room for Louis on the swingset on the porch.

As the couple sat in aching silence, the weight of their unspoken words engulfed the air, casting a sombre and sorrowful aura. In that moment, their eyes met, revealing a shared sadness that made their reality all too tangible. It's often said that true pain is felt when you gaze into the eyes of someone you love, only to watch them look away. Harry can attest to this truth as he witnesses Louis' gaze shift to his lap, his head bowed low.

Letting out a loud sigh, Louis is picking at his fingernails as he braces to speak, Harry's heart racing in the meantime. 

" I want to take the cure." 

Although those words were hard to hear, they were both expected and difficult to bear. A complex interplay of emotions waged within him. A part of him found comfort in the fact that he didn't need to voice the deeper motivations behind his insistence, the sentiments he had yet to articulate to Louis. Meanwhile, another part of himself longed to share those concealed truths, to lay bare the unspoken depths of his thoughts.

His head and heart engaged in a fierce battle, unsure of who would emerge victorious. 

Louis anxiously awaited a response, any response, as the suffocating silence threatened to consume him. Tears welled up, teetering on the edge of his eyes. He knew Harry would be upset, but all he craved was the sound of his voice. Even if it meant Harry shouting at him, he just wanted to break free from this overwhelming silence, this heartache, this agonizing pain in his chest.

As Harry remained motionless, his stillness spoke volumes, leaving Louis unable to face him. With silence echoing in the air, Louis couldn't bring himself to meet his gaze. 

"I'm sorry, Harry." he murmured, his voice laced with remorse. 

Suddenly, Harry snapped out of his trance, his hand tenderly finding its way to Louis' cheek, guiding him to turn back around .

The touch of Harry's warm hand against his face drew Louis closer, and compelled him to lean into it, locking eyes with Harry once more. He could almost swear he saw tears welling up in Harry's eyes.

"No, Lou. Please don't be sorry, do not apologize. Listen to me, I never should've changed you to begin with. The reason the cure is here is because I, because I." He faltered. The words love you rested on the tip of his tongue but didn't dare to leave. "I put my selfish desires before everything else, and it was so wrong. As much as I want you to stay an Omega, I think it's for the best, for everyone. Bree will need time to adjust, but she'll be okay. She'll still have both of us, two loving daddies. That's all that matters."

Louis sets his eyes onto the ground in front of him confused and left to ponder Harry's words. Because what? He is still stuck at ' I think it's for the best.' 

Louis' mind had been consumed with thoughts of their daughter and the impact this decision would have on her. He had spent countless hours pondering, weighing all the pro's and cons back and forth. It was not a choice made lightly; Louis had changed his mind numerous times before finally settling on a decision.

" Lou?" Harry remarks, noticing Louis' distant expression. Louis nods, indicating that he's still engaged in the conversation. "So, any idea when you're planning to take it?" Harry asks, his tone unexpectedly empathetic. Louis looks at him in disbelief, wondering why Harry is being so understanding. "Um, I think after my heat. I kind of want to experience that one last time. I know it sounds crazy, but..." Louis trails off. "No, I think that makes perfect sense." Harry interjects, the ensuing awkward silence once again making an entrance.

"I don't know how to thank you and Niall enough. Seriously, Harry, I can't even face Niall. He probably thinks I'm so ungrateful. But it's not that, I promise. It's just... after what you and him went through, I feel so guilty and..." Louis' voice trails off, again filled with the utmost remorse. In a comforting gesture, Harry reaches out and gently strokes Louis' back to relax him. "He understands, Lou. We both had time to process what happened to us, but you only just found out. Niall is willing to wait for you to come to him. He loves you, just like I do."

Louis knows that those are two different types of love and he can see how much Harry is hurting. 

"Harry, I..." Louis begins, but Harry interrupts him, a sense of urgency in his voice. "No, please. I need to tell you something, and I need you to promise me that when I do, you won't change your decision. I won't let this alter your choice to change back." 

Louis looks a bit frazzled, shaking his head in disagreement. "I can't promise that, H." he admits, his voice filled with uncertainty. "PROMISE ME." Harry insists, his tone becoming more assertive, though not quite using his alpha voice. Feeling a mix of unease and fear for what is to come, Louis whispers. "Okay. I promise."

Harry takes a deep breath, knowing that he can no longer shield himself nor Louis from revealing the truth. He must share everything, even if it means their inevitable separation. "So, I didn't tell you everything about Mitch." he admits, causing Louis' jaw to drop and panic to set in. 

Harry proceeds to explain 99% of it, keeping only one last part hidden for now, with the hope of revealing it later, if he can.

Louis abruptly rises from his seat, his emotions swirling inside him like a tempest. He paces back and forth on the porch, his mind racing with thoughts he can no longer suppress. With a heavy sigh, he descends the stairs and finds solace on the grass, his body curling into itself as he tries to steady his breathing.

Harry follows, his eyes filled with a mix of empathy and worry. Seeing Louis in such distress, he feels a pang of defeat. "No, H, no! I can't change back." Louis exclaims, his voice trembling with anguish. "All that damn drama with Mitch, you, and Niall... It feels like I'm abusing happiness at the expense of your own torment."

Harry's heart sinks, but he stands his ground, determined to convince Louis otherwise. "This is why I told you to promise me." he says softly, his voice filled with a touch of sadness. "We willingly embarked on that journey for you to embrace it. You can't carry the weight of guilt, Louis. You need to take it, it's for the best."

Louis' mind buzzes with a growing suspicion as he hears those familiar words once more. ' It's for the best ' It's becoming clear to him that something isn't right, and he can't ignore it any longer. 

Something doesn't add up, and he can sense Harry's insistence on taking the cure. Determined to uncover the truth, Louis locks eyes with Harry ready to demand an explanation.

But frustration had crept into Harry's expression as he runs a hand through his hair, a telltale sign of his inner turmoil.

" So after your heat, it's settled, then." He says softly but sternly. 

Harry turns to walk off not wanting to address it any further, but like fuck Louis is going to let this conversation be done with, he is not finished. 

Louis, who is now watching Harry slowly walk away, refuses to let the conversation end just like that. Determined to get answers, he raises his voice, calling out to Harry with urgency.

"HARRY!!!" Louis' voice echoes through the air, much louder than he had intended. Harry freezes, his back still turned, but he doesn't turn around. Confusion and frustration are swarming within Louis, stirring up a whirlwind of thoughts. He had expected Harry to plead with him not to change back, maybe even beg not to. But this persistence and coldness feels unsettling and definitely out of place. This is not the Harry he knows. 

"HARRY!" Louis shouts once more, his voice filled with desperation, hoping that this time the alpha will finally turn around. But to his dismay, Harry remains stubbornly facing away.

Fed up with Harry's refusal to engage, Louis takes matters into his own hands and starts speaking, hoping that his words will reach Harry's ears, even if he's not looking. 

"Twice now, you've insisted that taking the cure is 'for the best'." Louis says, using air quotes with his fingers, a futile gesture considering Harry isn't even looking.

"What's the meaning behind it, Harry? Why is it 'for the best'? Please, just answer me." Louis pleads, his frustration mounting as Harry takes another step, further infuriating him.

"WHY HAVEN'T YOU ASKED ME NOT TO TAKE IT?!" Louis yells, unaware of the two elders nearby who quickly shuffle away, startled by the outburst.

Driven by a mix of emotions, Louis approaches Harry from behind, his chest pressing firmly against the alpha's back. "I thought you wanted me. I thought... I thought you loved me." He whispers softly as he blinks, two tears falling from his eyes. 

Inside, Harry is crumbling, absolutely devastated at upsetting the one person he knows he can't live without. It's the last thing he wants to do, but he knows he has no choice as the weight of that final hidden piece of information is about to come crashing down like a ton of bricks.

Turning around, Harry's eyes meet Louis', and his heart shatters into a million pieces. The ache in his chest becomes unbearable as he realizes the painful truth he must convey.

"I can't be your alpha, Lou. It tears me apart to say this, but I know you better than you think. Deep down, you're holding onto being an omega out of guilt and a desperate longing for us to become a family and we can't." Harry confesses, his voice quivering with sorrow.

Tears well up in Louis' eyes as he clings onto a sliver of hope. "We can though." he pleads, his voice cracking with the weight of his love, his Omega sobbing and cowering at what felt like total rejection.

Harry's voice trembles, his own heartache seeping through every word. "We can't." he whispers, his voice filled with a profound sadness that echoes in the depths of their souls as he entwines their fingers, lifting them to kiss Louis' hand. 

As Harry turns to leave, Louis' world crumbles around him not understanding what is happening. He reaches out, fingers trembling, desperate to hold onto the love they once shared.

"But I love you, Harry." Louis cries out, his voice breaking with the agony of a shattered heart. The pain in his words reverberates through the air, leaving a haunting silence in its wake.

" WHY HARRY?" 

Harry swings around, his anger radiating like a heat wave. Though it's not aimed at Louis, the intensity of his fury amplifies his own self doubt and despises himself even more.

"BECAUSE OF FUCKING MITCH THATS WHY!" Harry's words cut through the air, hitting Louis like a punch to the gut at hearing that vulgar name. 

Taken aback by the force of Harry's outburst, Louis instinctively shuffles backward, his heart pounding in his chest. Harry quickly realizes the impact of his words and immediately apologizes, his frustration evident.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. Fucking hell, I'm sorry Lou." Harry blurts out, his voice filled with regret and self-reproach.

Louis' emotions swirl, torn between hurt and understanding. He now realises that Harry's anger stems from the pain inflicted by Mitch. With a deep breath, Louis finds the strength to remain calm. 

Harry sinks onto the soft lawn, his fingers plucking at a piece of grass as he nervously fidgets. He musters the courage to explain to Louis why he wants him back as an alpha, but the pain is etched across his face.

"Mitch... he, um, he cut... he cut off..." Harry's voice trembles, his struggle to hold himself together evident. Mitch Rowland, that bastard, took something from Harry that shattered his entire life. Something he refuses to burden Louis with.

Sensing Harry's distress, Louis moves closer, wanting to offer comfort. But to Louis' surprise, Harry recoils, tears welling in his eyes, as if the simple act of closeness hurts him.

Louis' heart breaks at the sight of Harry's pain. He understands that some wounds are too deep to share, but he longs to be there for Harry, to help him heal. With a gentle touch, Louis silently reassures Harry that he's there, ready to support him in any way he can.

Louis' voice softens as he reaches out to Harry, their eyes locked in a mix of understanding and compassion.

"Whatever Mitch did, Harry, we'll face it together." Louis assures, determination shining in his eyes.

Harry's head droops, his voice heavy with sorrow. "I can't give you what you want, Lou. Mentally, I'm there, I promise. But physically, I'm unable to. Do you remember that talk we had while watching Bree not long after I got back, you told me how much you couldn't wait to have babies of your own." 

Louis' brow furrows, confusion clouding his features. He recalls the moment they were watching Bree playing in the mud puddles, a flicker of joy dawning in his eyes. But the pain etched on Harry's face extinguishes his smile immediately. 

Harry's words hung in the air, the weight of their unspoken dreams of starting a family weighing heavily on both of them. Louis' heart aches, longing to ease Harry's pain and uncertainty, to find a way forward together but Harry continues to speak. 

" On the day Niall and I were released, Mitch had me taken over to room 28." 

Louis winced, his heart sinking at the revelation and the horrifying details of now knowing what room 28 was used for. 

"Both Mitch and Damon, without any preparation or regard for hygiene or any fucking anesthetic, took a scalpel to my Bulbus Glandis, Lou." Harry confessed, his voice filled with pain and disbelief.

Louis sat there, stunned, as the weight of the situation slowly sank in. The realization of what had been done to Harry left him speechless.

"They destroyed your knot?" Louis asked, his voice barely a whisper, his eyes locked with Harry's.

Harry met Louis' gaze, a mix of sadness and confirmation in his eyes as he nodded silently. The bond they once shared, physically altered and now forever changed.

"Yes, I can't give you any children, Lou. I'm so sorry." Harry's voice trembled with regret, his hatred for Mitch and Damon growing with every tear that Louis shed. 

Unable to contain himself while his heart broke into pieces, Louis lunged over to him, jumping into the alpha's lap and embracing him tightly, the weight of their dreams crashing down around them. "I'm so sorry, Harry." Louis whispered, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Harry's initial instinct was to push Louis away, but as he felt the warmth of his embrace and breathed in his familiar scent, a flicker of comfort provided him a moment to relax. In that short span of time, the pain, the memories, the scars and all the heartache faded into the background, replaced by the strength of their bond.

"I don't care about that, Harry. We'll find another way to build our family." Louis whispered.
" We have Bree and that's en-" 

"No, Lou, no." Harry's voice quivered with a heavy mix of sorrow and determination. "This is why I said what I said. It's for the best. I know how much you wanted to experience pregnancy and your own pups, so if you stay an omega you will have to find another alpha, or, you change back to how you should have always been and find an Omega who will bare you children. As painful as that will be for me to let you go and witness you building a family with someone else, it will make every single moment we endured in Mexico worth it."

Harry's touch, soft and tender, wiped away Louis' tears, as if erasing the pain on his face. It was a silent reminder that in each other's embrace, they would always find love and strength, or so they had always thought.

" You and I will always be connected Lou, through Bree, and you will always consume a large part of my heart, always. When you mate with someone-" Harry chokes as he tries to finish that sentence. 

"When you find someone-" 

Harry smiles but Louis doesn't find it amusing whatsoever. 

" We might not be lovers anymore Lou, but you will always be my best friend, and just to have had you as my omega even just for a little bit, was the only thing that made my life so happy, so complete. You can have your own children Lou, just not with me." 

Louis' tears flowed uncontrollably, rendering him unable to form coherent words. Emotionally shattered, his omega bore the weight of the pain and bruises, a reality that he desperately wished to deny.

As Harry discreetly typed out a quick text on his phone, Louis was lost in his own struggles. His Omega cried out in turmoil, his Omega's distress signals reverberating through his body, like a howling storm. 

Meanwhile, Harry's Alpha raged within him, roaring and aching to break free and shower his Omega with the solace and protection they both desperately craved.

" Don't leave me Harry, please." 

Hearing footsteps behind him, Harry turned to see Liam and Zayn running towards them. He had texted them to comfort Louis for they knew Harry had to leave, he needed to get away, he needed to stay strong. 

" After your heat, let's have some fun together with Bree first, yeah? Louis look at me." Harry grabbed his face and pressed his lips to his. " You are going to love being an alpha again, just wait and see." 

" Okay." 

Louis agrees, but he has no idea what he is saying as he is zoned out. 

As soon as Liam and Zayn were within an arm's reach, Harry tore himself from Louis' hold and ran. He ran and ran as fast as he could towards the woods transforming into his wolf as he bolted throughout the trees, his alphas cry being heard for miles. 

END OF FLASHBACK

Louis stormed into the pack house, his anger easy to see, especially after slamming his car door. Despite his attempts to shield his emotions from Bree, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. 

"Why cry, mama? You not happy to be home again?" Bree innocently asked.

Louis gently placed his bags from the car trunk onto the bedroom floor, then knelt down to scoop her up. He tickled her playfully, pulling her close to his chest, wrapping her in the warmest of cuddles.

"Oh, my darling, how I've missed you." Louis whispered, his voice filled with longing. "Papa missed you so, so much."

Louis and Harry had planned to sit down together and gently explain the upcoming changes to Bree in the simplest way possible for a two-year-old. But now, with Harry having deeply angered him, Louis decided to test the waters and use the word "Papa" in Harry's absence.

However, little Miss Bree was having none of it.

"Papa? What is a papa?" she asked, her confusion evident in her innocent voice.

Louis playfully scrunched his nose at her, settling her down on his bed and taking a seat beside her. In a hushed tone, he gently explained that in a few days, he would become her papa.

"No! Mama!" she exclaimed forcefully, her little voice filled with determination.

"Mama, mama, mama!" Bree insisted, her loyalty to her mother unchanged. 

" Okay okay settle down, are you hungry or would you like to take a bath first?" Louis asked, trying to change the subject gracefully. 

Louis happily occupied himself with Bree for the next hour, delighting in bathing her and setting her up with a captivating movie in her own room. With a quick dash down the stairs, he planned to replenish her water bottle and grab a tasty snack. However, as he approached the kitchen, he halted just outside the door, intrigued by the sound of Harry and Zayn engaged in a lively conversation.

"It's not easy for me, Zayn." Harry confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "But she's so nice and easy to talk to, you know."

Yeah, nope, Louis doesn't want to listen to Harry talk about her. He can't fathom how or why Harry has seemingly moved on so quickly. To get over him? 

Nope, water and something to eat only, he doesn't want to hear any more of it. He walks into the room, completely disregarding Harry, and flashes a warm smile at Zayn.

"Lou, hey. Is Bree-?" Harry starts to ask.

"Asleep." Louis lies, cutting him off.

"Oh, well, when she wakes up, do you two wanna grab some dinner with me? I was thinking we could-" Harry suggests.

"I'm a little tired, Harry." Louis interrupts, his response laced with subtle dismissal.

Harry felt confused as he encountered unexpected hostility from Louis. He had hoped for a different dynamic between them, especially after Louis had brought Bree to him before leaving for the heat house where in that moment, things seemed okay between them, despite the pain they both felt about the cure decision. Deep down, they knew that Louis returning to his alpha status was 'for the best.' While Louis, in his human form, could understand Harry's encouragement to start a family with someone else, the Omega within Louis couldn't help but feel the sting of rejection from his beloved alpha.

The room grew eerily quiet as Louis stood there, waiting for the water bottle to fill. He grabbed a couple of juicy pieces of fruit and left the room without uttering a single word. Harry turned to Zayn, hoping for some insight, but all he received was a nonchalant shrug.

"I dunno, mate. I thought you said you two had sorted everything out and were on good terms." Zayn replied, his confusion mirroring Harry's.

"We were, I don't get it." Harry responded, his confusion evident in his voice.

"Maybe talk to Taylor about it." Zayn suggested, trying to offer a solution.

Harry pushed his chair back from the table and placed his mug in the sink. "Yeah, maybe." he replied, considering Zayn's advice.

Zayn stood up as well, stretching his limbs. "Well, I mean, that's what you pay her for, right?" Zayn trailed off, his mouth falling open as realization dawned on him.

"Oh shit, you don't think Louis believes you and Taylor are more than just friends or-" Zayn's voice trailed off, his concern evident.

"What? No." Harry quickly interjected, his voice filled with disbelief. "He has no reason to think that. I've shown no interest in her. I don't like her that way. He knows how I feel about him. Taylor is my therapist, nothing more."

Zayn nodded, but his scepticism still lingered. "Does Louis even know she's a therapist?" he questioned, seeking further clarification.

Harry paused for a moment, contemplating Zayn's query. "I mean, he must know." Harry replied, his brow furrowing in thought. "He hired her for the pack houses, so he must have seen her CV."

As Zayn leaves the room in search of Liam, Harry is left pondering. He shakes his head and retreats to his own room where he feels like having an early night. 

But of course, that doesn't happen.

Struggling to find sleep, he tosses and turns, unable to quiet his racing mind. Frustrated, he reaches for his phone, fingers poised to send a message. "She's just my therapist." he types, but something inside him urges him to wait, to have this conversation face-to-face with Louis tomorrow.

With a determined sigh, he pushes back the blanket and quietly makes his way down the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps barely audible. As he opens Bree's bedroom door, a wave of panic washes over him. She's not there. He follows the soft sound of giggles, leading him to another closed door and soon relaxes. 

The faint hum of a TV playing, tickles his ears. Curiosity getting the better of him, he leans in, pressing his ear against the door. And there it is, the sweet sound of his daughter's voice. "You're so silly, Mama! You smell like flowers, not me! Daddy said so!" Her innocent laughter fills the air, bringing a warmth to his heart. 

Little rat...he thinks to himself.

He can't help but stifle a laugh, trying not to give himself away. Glancing at his watch, he realizes it's still early, only 8:30 PM. A contented smile tugs at his lips as he hears Louis' playful response "Yeah, well, Daddy smells like poo." causing Bree's laughter to erupt even louder, filling the hallway with pure joy.

🐺

Louis and Bree strolled through the car parking lot hand in hand, enjoying the cool breeze that graced their faces. Bree suddenly spoke up, calling out a word that Louis didn't recognize. "Taytay." she said excitedly, causing Louis to scrunch up his face in confusion. "What's a Taytay?" he asked her, hoping for an explanation. 

Bree chuckled at how clueless Louis looked before pointing towards Taylor heading towards the heat and rut houses. "No, mama, there's Taytay." she clarified, and Louis breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that Taytay was simply a person. Her.

Giving only a hum in response, Louis continued to load Bree into the car. They were on their way to visit his mother, but his mind was preoccupied with "Taytay."

Little did Louis know that his paranoia about Taylor was about to change everything.

Bree had begged him to stay at Jays overnight and her dimples like always, were hard to say no to. 

Unsure of what to do when he returned home, the weight of unpacking still loomed over him, however, he lacked the motivation to tackle it. As the late evening settled in, Louis sank onto the couch and turned on Netflix. In an attempt to catch a quick nap, he chose something he knew wouldn't capture his interest. But fate had other plans, refusing to grant him that moment of rest.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize you were in here." Niall's unexpected voice caused Louis to jolt upright. Avoiding him all this time, Louis now found himself face to face with Niall, still unsure of what to say or do. The tension between them remained unchanged and as their eyes met, Niall, always perceptive as ever, saw tears welling up in Louis' eyes.

" Louis." 

They say, your actions will always speak louder than words, and it's absolutely true, well for Louis and Niall anyway. 

Without uttering a single syllable, Louis rises from his seat and approaches Niall, wrapping his arms around him tightly. Tears cascade down Louis' cheeks, dampening Niall's shirt. They remain locked in the embrace for a fleeting moment before Louis pulls away, realizing he had been clinging too tightly to Niall's back. Niall responds with a sad smile, as Louis attempts to sidestep him, Niall already figuring out his intentions.

"No, you don't wanna see that, Louis." Niall protests, but Louis persists with a silent plea for approval, and Niall eventually gives in. Slowly, he lifts his shirt over his head, while Louis retreats behind him, anticipation filling the air. Niall remains still, his nerves tingling as he waits for Louis to take in the sight.

Expecting a gasp or a freak-out, Niall is surprised when Louis' hand delicately traces his scars without a word. The pain in Niall's back had subsided a long time ago, the wounds now just everlasting scars, but it's still an unsightly sight to behold.

Niall's body jumps as he feels the warmth of Louis' lips pressed against his back, followed by a soft sob. Hastily, Niall puts his shirt back on and turns to face the tearful omega.

"I'm so sorry, Niall." Louis whispers, his voice filled with remorse. " Please forgive me."

Niall embraces him tightly, knowing that this is exactly what he wanted to avoid. He never wants Louis to feel guilty, no matter what. Whether it was the right decision to let Louis see his scars or not, Niall understands Louis too well. He knows that Louis will always carry the weight of guilt, regardless of what anyone says to him.

" Hey. I chose to go away, not you. I chose to find the cure not you, I chose to go into Mexico, not you. And you know what, I'd happily do it all again if it meant you were happy." 

At first, Louis remains silent, his tears flowing even more freely.

"You missed so much, Ni. And your back, what happened with Mitch and-"

"Louis, stop." Niall interrupts, his voice firm. Louis obeys, seizing the opportunity to walk over to the coffee table and grab a tissue.

"Harry and I, we wanted to do this for you, and yeah, maybe we should've talked to you about it beforehand. We get that now. But Mexico isn't anyone's fault, especially not yours."

Louis shakes his head in disagreement, but Niall quickly interjects with a flurry of words that catch Louis' attention.

"If it wasn't for me, if it wasn't for Mitch, if it wasn't for the canyon's red moon, if it wasn't for Harry!"

Niall trails off, realizing he spoke the last part a little too loudly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to shout. But if you wanna talk about guilt, Louis, try walking in Harry's shoes. From the moment he changed you, he despised himself. He knew he had hurt you, and it tore him apart. The very next day, he started searching for a way to turn you back. He couldn't bear seeing you upset and angry. You had every right to feel that way, but Harry was determined to make it right for you. He loves you so much, Louis. You'll always be his number one."

Louis sank onto the couch, a heavy silence falling upon them.

' Not enough to keep me.' He thinks to himself. 

" You make it sound like I'm not grateful, but I am. I really am and-" 

"Nah, mate, I didn't mean it like that. I get it, you're grateful, and I know that, we all do. What I'm tryna say is, whether you take the cure or not, Harry and I will always love you. Just promise me that your decision is based on what YOU truly want, not outta guilt or feeling obligated because of what we went through. Our priority is your happiness."

After spending a while chatting with Niall, they settled in to watch a captivating killer clown mystery thriller. As the suspense built up, Louis couldn't resist the drowsiness that overcame him, and he found himself gently dozing off, his head finding a comfortable resting place on Niall's shoulder. It was a tender moment, a testament to the trust and closeness between the two friends. 

🐺

Louis wakes up to an empty couch, he blinks a few times, trying to get his bearings as he notices the absence of Niall and the blanket now draped over him. He's about to sit up when he hears a woman laugh in the distance, the front door closing shut. It's a sound that's both melodic and familiar, yet he can't seem to place it.

He listens intently, trying to follow the sound to its source when he hears Harry's voice. It's clear that he's speaking to someone, and the conversation seems to be light-hearted and amusing. As Louis tries to make out the words, he recognizes the voice of the woman laughing - it belongs to Taylor.

His heart sinks a little but as Louis stands there quietly, he can't help the twinge of jealousy that rises in his chest at the thought of her laughing like that with Harry.

He tries to shake it off, reminding himself that he has no claims on Harry - they're just friends, nothing more. Plus, it's silly to feel jealous about something so petty. But the sound of her laughter just seems to intensify, ringing in his ears and making his stomach twist uncomfortably.

He picks up his phone and scrolls through it, trying to distract himself from the sounds of Harry and Taylor's laughter in the distance.

But just as he's about to leave and retreat to his room, the sound of footsteps draws his attention. Harry and Taylor are walking towards him and he has nowhere to turn. As they round the corner, he notices their arms linked and laughing as they approach. Louis tries to put on a friendly smile, hoping to conceal his jealousy. "Hey." he says, trying to act as if everything is normal. " I was just leaving." 

" Oh, hey Lou." Harry says, grinning. "How are you feeling?"

Louis shrugs, trying to put aside his jealousy. " I'm all good."

Taylor smiles at him and leans forward to give him a friendly hug. He returns it awkwardly, and as she pulls away, he feels a pang of guilt for feeling so possessive and irrational.

As they continue talking, Louis tries to put aside his jealousy and focus on the present moment. He knows that he's being ridiculous, and that Harry and Taylor are just friends. But as the night goes on, and they continue to laugh and joke with each other, Louis can't shake off the feeling that something is brewing between them - something that he might not be able to handle.

At 10:23 PM, Louis was startled by a commotion outside. Curiosity got the best of him as he made his way to the window, catching a glimpse of Taylor in a hurry, heading towards her car. The urge to explore and find out what was happening tugged at him, tempting him to venture down the hall or downstairs. But as fate would have it, he didn't have to go far. Just as he opened his door, Oli walked right past him.

"Hey Louis." Oli said, rushing towards the staircase.

"What's happening?" Louis asked, his curiosity piqued.

Oli glanced back towards Harry's room. "Well, out of the blue, Harry's going into an early rut. He's experiencing symptoms unexpectedly. Taylor left to prepare some food for him since the cupboards are empty. Liam forgot to go to the shops today because he and Zayn-"

Louis interrupted, "Wait, why Taylor?" 

Oli eyed Louis suspiciously, then gestured for him to follow downstairs. "Yeah, I gotta go fill in for Harry at the pack meeting tomorrow now. He asked me to grab some notes from the study, so I sent Taylor since she offered and-"

"Well, I was here." Louis interrupted.

Oli shrugged his shoulders. "Doesn't matter now. I'm more concerned about what triggered Harry's rut and why it's hitting him so fast. Just hours ago, he was fine. Now he is all over the place. Now he is panicky, sweaty, irritable."

Louis' face fell as realization hit him. Harry had spent the whole night with the omega. Taylor had triggered Harry's rut. And she would be back soon...

Oh, fuck. Louis quickly turned around and rushed back to the stairs. He moved swiftly, his legs carrying him with urgency as he pulled out his phone and frantically sent a text to his mother.

The sound of Louis' bedroom door echoed loudly as he slammed it. He paced the room, his thoughts racing. He couldn't let this happen again. 

Harry was horny.
Taylor was pretty
Taylor made Harry laugh.

Taylor was an omega.

Nope, Louis couldn't allow himself to entertain those thoughts. He walked in circles around his room, debating with himself. Finally, he entered the ensuite and stared at his reflection in the mirror, deep in thought.

No, if this turns out like he thinks it will, it would be a copy of a copy, a total repeat of the Brad situation all over again, and Louis can't bear to see Harry with another omega again. 

As he stared at his reflection, a naughty, yet thrilling idea crossed his mind. It may be wrong on so many levels, but the excitement was undeniable. With a mischievous smile, he wasted no time and moved quickly. After all, time was not on his side.

Meanwhile, Harry is packing his bag preparing to go over to the rut houses to spend it alone, when he hears his bedroom door creak open, which in itself is weird, he was sure he had locked it securely for ' precaution.' Not trusting himself at the moment. 

The sound of Harry's bedroom door seemed to shatter the fragile calm in the room, sending a shiver of panic down his spine. 

As Harry's eyes met Louis standing there, a wave of realization hit him. The puzzle pieces fell into perfect alignment. His heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement, knowing that yes, only Louis held the secret of the spare key above the door frame. Clad in grey trackies and an oversized jacket, Louis looked effortlessly beautiful, adding to the intensity of his own increasing hormones. 

They had a history, a complex tangle of love and pain, and right now, this was dangerous for him, for both of them. 

"Louis." Harry's voice weakened, his eyes betraying his vulnerability. "I... I can't do this right now, whatever you need, you need to find someone else, my rut is coming, and I can't bear the thought of hurting you again. Please, I need you to leave, now." His plea carried a weight of sorrow and longing, as the memories of their past love resurfaced like a tidal wave.

Louis, however, paid no heed to Harry's words. With a determined but gentle demeanour, he turned slightly, locking the door behind him. His timid exterior masked a hidden strength that had always intrigued Harry. Slowly, he advanced, each step echoing his nervousness. 

Harry's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he fought to restrain his alpha instincts, terrified of repeating the past. He loved Louis, more than he could ever explain, and the prospect of causing him pain again tore at his soul. A deep, tormented growl rumbled from within Harry, an expression of his inner pain.

As Louis continued to approach, the room seemed to close in around them, saturated with emotions that had been buried for far too long. Harry felt cornered, trapped between his love for Louis and the fear of destroying him all over again. In that moment, the past and the present collided, and Harry was teetering on the precipice of a life-altering choice.

Harry's fear was plain to see as he prepared to confront the Omega he had once loved deeply but had pushed away to protect.

Louis halted a few paces from Harry, the scent of their shared past heavy in the air. Slowly, and very deliberately, Louis unzipped his jacket, seductively revealing the lacy lingerie that laid beneath. 

Harry's alpha instincts battled within him. He had wounded Louis badly before, and the thought of doing so again was unbearable.

A low, agonized growl escaped Harry, a desperate plea for Louis to comprehend the turmoil within him. His hands trembled, knuckles white from the effort to restrain himself, as he resisted the urge to pull Louis close in a protective embrace.

Louis, however, didn't falter. He took another measured step forward, closing the distance between them, his jacket, as if in slow motion dropped to the floor. In that charged moment, they teetered on the edge of a decision that could either mend their fractured hearts or obliterate what little remained of their connection.

In the tense silence of the room, Louis finally closed the gap between himself and Harry. His every step, a bold declaration of his intent as he grabbed a hold of Harry's hand guiding them to lower his pants. " Jesus," Harry whispered, his eyes never leaving Louis'. The scent of their shared past hung heavily, like a promise and a warning.

Harry's inner struggle raged on, his heart torn between the love he had buried deep within, and the fear of repeating the mistakes of their past.

" Louis, I'm going into rut." Harry said again, in the off chance that Louis hadn't heard or understood him properly earlier. He wanted to be clear and make sure Louis had this chance and opportunity to leave. 

But Louis remained focused. He raised a hand, fingers trembling as they brushed Harry's cheek, a touch filled with longing and forgiveness. Their eyes locked, and in that charged moment, the weight of their history floating between them like a fragile bridge.

With an almost imperceptible nod, Louis closed the final distance, his lips meeting Harry's in a tender, bittersweet kiss. It was a kiss that held the promise of healing wounds that had festered for too long, and the possibility of a new beginning.

The taste of each other's lips lingered, a sentimental reminder of the love they had once shared, and also the pain they had endured.

Harry's heart pounded in his chest, the walls he had just begun to build around himself, the ones Louis is yet to know about, are starting to crumble already. He hesitated for a moment, searching Louis' eyes for answers, for reassurance that this was the right path. 

What they were embarking on was uncertain, fraught with challenges, but the spark of hope in Louis' eyes was undeniable.

Louis, with a soft, almost subtle smile, whispered. " I never stopped loving you."

Harry's breath caught in his throat as he nodded. " I know. "

Harry's mind was buzzing with countless thoughts, each one begging for his attention, to be spoken out loud. But in this moment, a rare tranquillity occurred, as for the first time in years, Harry finally felt at peace. He chose to savor the serenity, aware that it wasn't going to last forever.

Their hands intertwined, fingers interlocking as they faced the challenges of the rut and the complexities of their history together. With the past behind them and the future uncertain, they took their first tentative steps toward rebuilding what they had once thought was lost forever.

Or so Louis had thought, if only he knew that this was their goodbye. 

With Harry still lingering in the threshold between consciousness and dream, he moved with a quiet grace, enfolding Louis' legs around him with a tender strength. The Omega, an ethereal presence in Harry's arms, observed every nuance of the Alpha's actions with a gaze filled with attentiveness as Harry guided him to the waiting bed. 

"You look... you look..." Harry's voice trembled with an earnest admiration, his eyes tracing an intricate map of desire over every curve and contour of Louis' form. A subtle hint of anticipation clung to the corner of Harry's mouth, saliva almost dripping betraying his longing as his finger traced a deliberate path along the silk-clad outline of Louis' torso. 

The black lace, woven intricately with silk, wove a seductive spell that drew Harry in like a mesmerizing incantation. It was as if an unspoken need had surged within him, an undeniable compulsion to touch, to kiss, to convey his boundless adoration to the Omega who held his heart in subjection. 

"You look beautiful." Harry breathed, his voice a gentle affirmation as his lips pressed reverently against Louis' delicate belly. Another kiss, fervent and imbued with the depth of his affection, graced the expanse of Louis' chest. "You look stunning and..." Harry took a deep breath. "Absolutely gorgeous." Overwhelmed by sensation, Louis, momentarily rendered speechless and still, surrendered to the exquisite warmth of Harry's lips against his skin, a silent communion of love that transcended words, acting like a tranquilizer. "So incredibly pretty." 

Louis couldn't help but smirk, playful words dancing on his lips, even if Harry seemed clueless. "Prettier than 'Taytay'?" he teased. 

Harry looked at him, a mix of confusion and curiosity in his eyes. "What's a-" 

"Forget it." Louis laughed, brushing off the question with a playful wave of his hand. 

The tender and attentive exploration of each other's bodies continued for several minutes as Harry slowly and delicately kissed his way up to Louis' mouth, where he paused. Their lips lingered in front of each other, a silent understanding passing between them. 

" Let me love you one last time, Harry." 

With that, Louis moved beneath him, Harry following his lead as he re-positioned them, the omega now mounting the alpha. Harry growled deep in his throat, and when Louis began removing the Alphas pants, Harry almost lost his load at Louis' voice alone. " I'm going to make you feel good, alpha." And when Louis laid his lips to the alphas length, Harry all but died and went to heaven. 

He had forgotten how nice Louis' lips felt, how sensitive his own skin became just at feeling Louis' thin lips roam his own body. 

Louis could pinpoint the exact moment when Harry's inner alpha emerged, a mere 12 minutes later. Harry was now completely under, his dominant alpha nature on full display. It was when Louis heard a primal growl escape from Harry's lips, a warning that Louis belonged to him. "I understand, alpha. I'm all yours. I'm all yours. " Louis affirmed, as Harry left the intimate connection behind, now eager to pound into the willing omega. 

It's like a switch had turned on and as Louis felt a large amount of slick leak out his hole, and even though he had kind of expected it, it still shocked him at the way Harry grabbed his hips, flinging him over on all fours, his tongue gliding straight in to taste the omega abruptly, louis clenching a little at the tingling sensation that consumed his whole body. 

Harry sucked his rim, the slurping noise making Louis grow harder and harder by the second. 

Even in alpha mode, Harry's focus remained on Louis, causing Louis to momentarily forget that he wasn't in heat and that he needed to take care of Harry. However, there was a subtle shift in the air, a feeling of something different. Whatever it was, Louis welcomed it with open arms, eager to explore this new dynamic. 

Louis turned his head back to face the alpha, a seductiveness emitting from his smile as Harry takes hold of himself, pumping his cock roughly and Louis is ready, ready to experience Harry in his most vulnerable state. 

" Show me what you got, alpha." 

Yeah, Louis probably shouldn't have said that as he licked his lips, because the alpha lunged forward, the omega falling forward on his stomach. He feels Harry tilt up his ass and not a microsecond later he feels it. Harry is aligned at his rim where he soon pauses. Louis has no idea what Harry is thinking but Louis comes to a realization that there's no protection and almost pulls away, but then he remembers. 

He knows Harry is clean, Liam had mentioned it to him briefly, that getting tested was one of the first things Harry did when he returned back home. 

It makes him sad for a second before he confines it to the back of his mind. He leans back onto the alpha feeling Harry push inside of him. Harry wastes no time in building up a rhythm, Louis wincing at the burn of no prep. He had stretched himself before he came to Harry's room on the off chance Harry would allow him to stay, so he internally thanks himself for that little bit of prep. 

" Mine!" Harry roars as he thumps into Louis who is moaning at the alpha, the one who is perfectly hitting every right spot. " Yes, oh yes, such a good alpha." He praises, Harry soon shooting his come into the omega. 

For the following two hours and fifty-five minutes, a sense of normalcy settled in, flowing smoothly as one might anticipate during a rut.

That is... until Louis cries. 

After approximately four rounds already, Louis was in an absolute state of pleasure, a space where he no longer cared to think about the nasty things that held him saddened in the real world, for now he felt loved, he felt appreciated, he felt safe. 

But as Harry thrusted into him, Louis couldn't contain the flood of tears that stormed down his cheeks. As he laid there with Harry pressed up behind him, Louis felt a sense of relief that his emotions remained hidden. He silently prayed that Harry wouldn't sense the sadness within him, hoping to protect the moment they were in. 

The pair had only just stirred from a brief, fifteen-minute nap, and Harry, his Alpha instincts now fully awakened and lucid, initiated a tender assault of kisses upon Louis' back and neck. It was a fervent, almost primal display of affection. 

Then, as Harry's tongue traced a deliberate path across the curve of Louis' mating gland, a curious and unprecedented impulse overtook Louis. In a moment of surrender, he tilted his head to the side, willingly exposing his vulnerable skin to Harry, an invitation for the Alpha to sink his teeth in, to claim him as his own. 

Louis couldn't fathom why he'd acted on this desire, his Omega, whining and imploring from within, yearning desperately for the Alpha's possession. Harry, driven by instinct, lunged at the exposed gland, a dangerous yet intoxicating movement that left him uncharacteristically restrained. He closed his lips, a slow and deliberate force of sensuality, caressed the gland, marking Louis with an intricate and deliberate passion of kisses instead, the bond of their connection deepening with each electrifying touch. 

But alpha Harry soon re-emerged, re entering the omega with force and Louis was okay with that, he didn't feel neglected or rejected at Harry for ignoring his offer to mate, for he knew the reasons behind it, his omega however, was not on the same page. 

Then, it happened. 

Louis in the midst of his own impending orgasm swallowed sharply, his eyes squeezing shut, the words from Harry ringing in his ears. Louis had experienced immense pain the last few years, but nothing compared to the agony of witnessing Harry's alpha nature who is in full control and too out of it, to recognize its own suffering. 

" You like that Omega?" Harry huffed out as he pounded into him, sweat dripping down his face. Harry leaned forward in a bid to whisper but it came out much louder. " I'm gonna fill you with my puppies Omega, I'm gonna knot you good baby, you ready for it?" 

What Louis wasn't ready for, was the tears. 

It's true that rain only falls because the clouds can no longer contain their own weight, but it's also been known that tears only fall because the heart can no longer hold the pain. 

Louis paid no attention to the cascading tears that flowed freely from his eyes, his ears locked on the Alpha beside him. This Alpha, driven solely by primal instincts and the patterns of the past, laid perplexed, unable to grasp the depth of Louis' pain. The alpha forgetting and not understanding that no, there is no knot, there will be no children. 

Within Louis, a wellspring of anguish surged, a heartache that seemed to pierce his very soul. The complexity of their connection, the knife that felt like it kept getting twisted, the understanding between them, weighed heavily upon him, and he couldn't help but silently pray for a bridge between their wolf and human worlds. 

🐺

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, Harry stirred from a restive sleep. His mind was finally free from the haze that had clouded it during his rut, and he was acutely aware of his surroundings. The room was saturated with the unmistakable scent of Louis, a scent that has been his sanctuary, he inhaled it deeply, almost suffocating in the overwhelming emotions it stirred.

He blinked groggily, looking around the room, his heart sinking as he realized that Louis was nowhere to be seen. The room felt empty without him, and a pang of sadness washed over him. His past mistakes haunted him, and he feared that he had once again pushed Louis away.

Just as he was about to push aside the covers and get up, the door to the room opened slowly, revealing Louis with a tray of food and coffee in his hands. Harry's breath caught as he looked at the Omega he had longed for, his heart racing with a mixture of relief and anxiety.

"Morning." Louis greeted him with a shy smile, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. He entered the room cautiously, as if uncertain of his welcome.

Harry's heart threatened to leap out of his chest as he saw Louis' bashful demeanour. Panic had gripped him at the thought of having hurt Louis once again, but now, seeing him, Harry couldn't contain the rush of emotions. He reached out, his fingers trembling. "Louis, I thought... I thought I messed up again. Did I hurt you?"

Louis carefully set the tray upon a nearby table, the clinking of dishes a delicate echo in the room. He took a tentative step closer, his gaze steady, capturing Harry's like an enchanted spell. His voice, a gentle murmur, broke the silence.

"You didn't mess up, Harry." Louis replied, his tone carrying a soft sincerity. "I... I just thought you might be hungry, and well, it took you quite a while to wake up. I... I wanted to give you some space after, you know, returning to yourself, but then I couldn't help but worry about you. I'm here now, and I'm also sorry for how I barged into your room the other night, I didn't mean to intrude and I know you made it clear that you didn't want me and-"

Louis blinked, caught off guard by the torrent of words that had spilled forth without warning. He had intended to address Harry and offer his apology properly later on, but the words had tumbled out in an unscripted rush, leaving him feeling like a tangled mess. Yet, in that moment, he couldn't help but appreciate the authenticity of the exchange, a raw vulnerability shared between them, and a step towards healing the wounds that were buried deeply. 

Harry's heart ached as he sensed the distance that had suddenly grown between them, an invisible chasm that threatened to swallow their connection. Without hesitation, he reached out for Louis, the urgency in his touch revealing the worry within him. Louis, ever the obedient Omega, responded by stepping closer to Harry, the Alpha's expression marked by a profound sadness. 

In that moment, the misperceptions and doubts that had haunted Louis seemed to hang in the air like a heavy cloud. Harry despised that Louis felt this way, for the truth of his words couldn't be further from the misconceptions that had taken root in Louis' mind.

Harry pulled Louis down into his lap, a gesture so unexpected that it jolted Louis from his previously languid state. The rut had relinquished its grip, leaving Harry now fully alert and left Louis uncertain about what might transpire next. 

Harry, as if searching for the right words, opened his mouth but soon closed it, opting for a different approach. He gently clasped the back of Louis' head, drawing him closer until Louis's ear rested against Harry's chest. The Alpha's heartbeat resounded, its thunderous cadence almost palpable as if it sought to convey the depth of his emotions.

Kissing the crown of Louis' head, Harry let his lips linger amidst the soft strands of hair. His voice, a tender murmur, found its way into the morning air. "I've always wanted you, Louis Tomlinson, and I always will. You just deserve more than I can give you."

In that poignant moment, beneath the dappled canopy of sunbeams that danced with shimmering dust particles, their love was once again reaffirmed, their hearts laid bare, and the truth that haunts them both stays lingering between them. 

Harry, who is intimately acquainted with the intricate contours of Louis' heart, sensed the looming conversation, a weighty cloud still hovering on. Yet, as Louis nestled in his lap, warmth and beauty radiating from him, Harry could only find happiness in that moment.

"Thank you." Harry began, a tremor in his voice, determined to express his feelings before Louis could divert their course. " For being here with me these last few days. You can't possibly know how much it means to me, how much I'll..." Harry faltered, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

Louis, his gaze steady and filled with an unwavering commitment, interrupted gently. "Don't thank me, please. I wanted to be here, I wanted to help, I... I wanted you...... before I can't anymore." His voice strained, as if the weight of unspoken desires bore down upon him. Now, more than ever, he yearned for all of Harry, for this moment to stretch into eternity, a plea hidden within his words, a promise of enduring devotion.

He wants Harry, all of Harry, now and forever.

With measured tenderness, Harry drew Louis along, their entwined forms rolling back into the soft embrace of the bed. There, Harry enfolded his arms around the Omega, a firm and reassuring grip, while his Alpha nature desperately sought to soothe the storm within.

"Just lay with me, for a little while longer, please." 

Louis, acutely attuned to the depths of Harry's affections, felt a series of quick, fervent kisses pressed into the back of his head. " For as long as you need." Louis replied. 

A single tear, stubbornly contained until this moment, dared to break free, tracing a lonely path down Louis' cheek. It was a tear that spoke of their shared sorrows and unfortunately Louis knew that this tear ... was only the beginning. 

" Just let me know when you're ready to change Lou, I want to be there." 

That day was the following night. 

🐺

Harry lay ensnared in the clutches of a deep sleep when a delicate pressure upon his cheek shattered the tranquil darkness of his room. Startled from his dreams, he recoiled for a fleeting moment, his eyes locking onto Louis in wolf form. 

Bathed in the ethereal glow of the moonlight that streamed through the window, Harry's initial surprise gave way to understanding as he deciphered Louis' intent without a single uttered word. A subtle nod, a silent affirmation, conveyed his willingness to join Louis in the night's escapade. 

Louis wanted to go on a run. 

Louis, in his lupine grace, retreated from the room, dissipating into the shadows like an ephemeral wisp of smoke. He descended the stairs with patient anticipation, awaiting Harry's company. 

Minutes ticked by in measured silence as Harry roused himself from his sleepy state, the remnants of tiredness clinging to him like a filmy veil. Before surrendering to Louis' unspoken call, he sought a moment of solitary reprieve, the pull of nature beckoning him. 

Descending the stairs, Harry was greeted by the soft, silvery luminescence of the moon, casting sinuous patterns across the sky. Louis stood sentinel, his gaze persistent, a testament to the unique communion they shared. Together, they would embark on their nocturnal journey, guided only by the pale radiance of the moon and the joy of each other's company. 

Into the shadowy embrace of the night, they ventured together, their steps light and synchronized. Louis, the graceful Omega, walked beside Harry, the steadfast Alpha, under the cover of the ancient woods. 

A single exchanged glance ignited a spark, a shared understanding that sent Louis sprinting ahead with playful exuberance, his wolf forming a fleeting shadow among the towering trees. Harry surged forward in pursuit, his senses heightened in the moonlit night. 

The sound of Louis' wolf was a lilting melody that drifted through the night as he darted between trees, playfully nipping at Harry's heels. Each nip, a symphony of affection, drew Harry closer to their cherished destination. 

In the midst of their spirited chase, Louis, with a sly twinkle in his wolfish eyes, executed a sudden twist and a bound that left Harry momentarily off balance. With a surprised yelp, the Alpha stumbled, his massive form toppling to the forest floor in a spectacular display. 

Louis, the mischievous Omega, couldn't contain his glee. He wagged his tail excitedly, his wolf form conveying the sheer joy of the moment. It was as if he had played the best trick in the world, and the sight of Harry shaking off his fur and leaves only added to his amusement. 

Harry, the good-natured Alpha, couldn't help but join in the merriment. He shook himself vigorously, sending leaves and twigs scattering in every direction, a deep rumbling growl transforming into a hearty wolf-like laugh. His eyes sparkled with affection as he looked at Louis, who continued to wag his tail, his wolfish grin a testament to the joy they found in these playful moments. 

And so, under the watchful gaze of the moon, they resumed their spirited run through the moonlit forest, their playful antics weaving a tapestry of love and laughter, a reminder that even in the wildest of moments, their bond remained unbreakable. 

And then, as if guided by some primal instinct, they arrived at their sacred place - the waterfall. Its cascading waters shimmered under the silver embrace of the moon, a timeless testament to the beauty of nature. The sounds of rushing water circled them, creating an intimate sanctuary where their worlds converged. 

Harry's wolf eyes, brimming with wonder, scanned the surroundings and alighted upon a revelation. Louis had been here earlier, his presence etched into every detail. A smile touched Harry's lips as he noticed the arrangement - their clothes, a soft blanket, and a pillow that beckoned for them to relax in the tranquil night. 

However, it was the sight of the delicate vial that had been placed with the utmost care upon the rug that held Harry's gaze captive. With a deliberate shift, the Alpha within him conceded to the man he was, his naked form emerging back from the wolf's cloak. 

Fast to get dressed, Harry's gaze locked onto Louis, his heart swelling with gratitude for the Omega who had orchestrated this magical night under the moonlight. They were here, together, their bond unbreakable, their love rekindled, but Harry knew this night was not going to end well. Louis was going to change back, which was sort of bittersweet but it also meant, losing the Omega he loved.

In the middle of the moonlit forest, Harry and Louis stood opposite each other, now both back in human form, surrounded by a haze of mist. The rustling leaves and the symphony of crickets created a backdrop for the moment that had finally dawned upon them. Beads of sweat adorned Louis' forehead, his eyes darting anxiously as haunting visions of Bree plagued his mind. Sensing his distress, Harry reached out, interlocking their trembling hands, offering a comforting squeeze as Louis' picked up the vial.

"Are you ready for this?" Harry's voice, a gentle caress in the night, carried concern as he nervously rubbed his lips together.

With a deep breath, Louis mustered the courage to speak, his voice barely a whisper. "I don't know... I'm scared Harry."

As Harry drew nearer, his breath blew softly upon Louis' cheek, a gentle warmth that calmed his senses. With a mutual understanding, Harry scented the Omega. Their foreheads then met, a tender connection that bridged their spirits. In a hushed murmur, Harry's words carried a weight of devotion.

"I'm here with you, every step of the way." 

Harry ran his thumb across the Omegas bottom lip. "I love you." he whispered. " More than anything in this world." 

Louis' heart skipped a beat, and he felt a sudden warmth spreading through his chest. He looked up at Harry, his eyes filled with an overwhelming sense of love and desire. "Kiss me." he breathed. "One last time." 

Their lips connected with a magnetic force, igniting a cosmic explosion. In that single electrifying moment and within the walls of their tender embrace, the world around them faded into a blur of insignificance. Their love created a celestial harmony, a symphony of different sentiments cursing right through to their inner genders. Time stood still, captivated by their profound connection as the alpha and Omega within, clasped to each other in a breathtaking display of affection. 

Their hearts beat in sync, echoing the rhythm of the universe. The touch of their lips was a revelation, a profound realization that they were destined to be soul mates, forever entwined in a love that transcended time and space.

From every touch, to every breath that was exchanged, carried the weight of a thousand love stories. It was a kiss that whispered promises of forever, a moment where vulnerability and passion combined, leaving them breathless and forever changed.

It felt as if every atom in their bodies were on fire. It was a kiss that held the power to heal wounds, to mend broken hearts, and tonight, it ignited an eternal flame of a bond that would never be broken, never misunderstood nor misplaced ever again.

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When they finally parted, Louis went to speak "That was, oh god Harry, did you feel that? I don't want to - " but Harry shushed him by placing a finger on his lips as tears streamed down his cheeks. In the depths of Harry's core, a primal ache claws relentlessly, tearing at his soul. The once vibrant howls of his inner alpha are beginning to echo with a haunting emptiness, a mournful melody that is beginning to resonate throughout his entire body. Every breath is starting to already feel like a painful reminder of the void that will soon be left by his beloved Omega, a poignant sorrow that will now forever consume his existence. 

He rested his head against Louis' forehead and whispered. "I know, I felt it too, but it's for the best, remember." 

In that moment, all of Louis' doubts and fears melted away. He knew that he didn't want the cure anymore. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Harry, by his side for eternity. 

But Harry looked at him with pleading eyes, desperate for him to take it, to take back and reclaim his former self, to move forward and create a family. 

Louis held the vial in his trembling hands. It was a pivotal moment, a crossroads where the weight of their future hung in the balance. He looked at the vial in his hands then back again to Harry. 

Harry could only watch on, and with a nod of reassurance from him, Louis took a deep breath and brought the vial to his lips, a flicker of hope lingering in his heart that this wouldn't go ahead. Yet, as the seconds ticked by and after several prayers and pleas to the gods above, no magical intervention occurred, and the realization settled upon him like a heavy fog.

Harry wasn't going to stop him either. 

Louis tilted the vial. 

🐺

Louis' head pounded as he made his way downstairs, each step feeling like a hammer, thumping persistently into his skull. He stumbled into the kitchen, hoping for some comfort in a glass of water or maybe some aspirin. But instead, he found himself frozen in place, listening to Harry and Zayn's hushed conversation from the room across the hall. 

"What am I going to do now, Zayn?" Harry's voice was strained, his usual confidence shaken to its core.

Louis didn't know what the topic of conversation was, but the fear in Harry's voice made it clear enough. His hand gripped the wall for support as he tried to steady himself.

Zayn sighed heavily. "I don't know, mate. You guys always seem to figure it out together though, so let's just keep calm, yeah? "

Louis could feel the tension even though he wasn't in the room like an unmistakable force that threatened to choke him. He willed his headache to go away so he could focus, so he could understand what was happening.

" I hate this, but I can't live without him." Harry was hurt and by the sounds of it, a little concerned for what the future may hold. 

Louis felt a sudden coldness in his chest, a hollow feeling that devoured him. He realized they were talking about him and the events from last night.

He opened his mouth to speak, to let them know that he was okay, that he was there. But the words wouldn't come out, his throat feeling dry, and constricted.

He listened on as Harry and Zayn went back to their conversation, unaware of his presence. Louis felt like an intruder, like he was listening in on something he wasn't meant to hear.

Hearing Harry's plea for air, Louis felt a pang of worry surge through his veins. He knew something was bothering him, something heavy weighing upon his heart, and he knew exactly what it was. In a sharp movement, Louis concealed himself behind a nearby corner, careful to remain invisible to prying eyes as Harry stepped out through the front door, his figure glowing against the mid morning sun, yet his stature appeared burdened and weary. Louis' heart ached at the sight, and without a second thought, he decided to follow Harry, his steps cautious and filled with trepidation.

The grass felt warm under Louis' bare feet as he approached Harry, his presence shrouded in a veil of uncertainty. He stood a few feet away, the distance between them diminishing with each moment, and gently tapped Harry's shoulder. 

Harry startled, his eyes wide and filled with emotions that Louis couldn't quite decipher. Uncertainty turned into a smile as Harry recognized Louis, his love, his salvation within this tumultuous world. Louis' lips curled into a wide smile, beaming at Harry with affection and warmth that could heal even the deepest of scars.

Harry breathed out, the sound both a whisper and a plea. "What the hell am I going to do with you, little Omega?" he teased, his voice laced with tenderness and unwavering devotion. Laughter swayed between them, as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted, replaced with the lightheartedness of their affection. 

Louis, standing on his tippy toes to meet Harry's gaze, leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. In that moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the taste of love upon their intertwined lips.

" Hmm, well, a proper date sounds like a great start to me. " He laughs softly. 

🐺 FLASHBACK 🐺

Louis held the vial in his hand, its contents shimmering with an alluring glow. A moment of contemplation washed over him, as he pondered the best approach. Should he gulp it down swiftly, embracing the rush of the unknown, or should he savor each drop, etching the taste into his memory? The decision weighed heavily on his mind, for he knew that this moment would forever shape his destiny.

Louis tilted the vial slowly. 

The cure slid across his tongue leaving behind a bitter trail that tasted like a blend of medicinal bitterness and a touch of artificial sweetness. It was as if the essence of wood and earthy plants had been infused into its liquid, adding a subtle layer of complexity to the overall taste experience. The combination of these flavors created a unique disgust on his palate. But it wasn't just the taste that made him recoil, his body convulsing as he clutched his knees. The weight of this decision bore down on him, overwhelming his senses. At that moment, he realized that he couldn't go through with it. The fear, the uncertainty, it all became too much to bear. With a heavy heart, he expelled the contents, his body rejecting the path he had almost taken.

Bree and Harry, Harry and Bree, Bree and Harry. 

The memories, the moments shared, the highs and lows, the incredible power of being a loving and maternal Omega - it all surged within him, overwhelming him entirely.

The love he feels from and towards Harry sent his Omega to lunge forth and take control. To be fair, it was what Louis had prayed for, for he alone did not want to disappoint Harry.

"LOUIS!" Harry's voice echoed with urgency as he rushed to the side of the boy, who was now bent over, vomiting. Harry used every ounce of strength to support Louis, his protective instincts kicking in, as Louis persisted, his determination etched upon his face as he clenched his stomach muscles, willing himself to dry heave. Each convulsion was an act of desperation, a desperate attempt to purge his stomach and ensure that not even the faintest trace of the cure lingered within his system. The agony of the process was eclipsed and fueled by the fear of disappointment and the relentless love he held for Harry and Bree.

"You silly Omega." Harry murmured, his voice filled with tenderness and concern as he gently stroked Louis' back, trying to soothe him. Harry's Alpha, reawakened and alert, now stood guard, worried for his sick Omega.

Wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, he turned inwards towards Harry, seeking to fall into his embrace.

" I'm sorry, H, I'm sorry. I can't do it. I fucking love you, I love you, I love you, I love you." He repeats hysterically as he presses himself into Harry's chest. " I don't care about having other children Harry, Bree IS ours. She is enough. YOU are enough." 

Harry's grip on Louis tightened, his hand firmly supporting the back of the Omega's head. With tear-filled eyes, Harry gazed up at the sky, a mixture of questioning and gratitude in his heart. He whispered his thankyou's, for he knew that Louis loved him unconditionally, just as he did in return. The depth of their connection was noticeable, felt with every breath they took.

"It's okay, my Omega. Everything will be alright." Harry whispered, his voice soothing. He gently wiped away Louis' tears, offering comfort in his touch.

Louis sniffled, his emotions overwhelming him for a moment. But then, he pulled back, meeting Harry's gaze with a steadfast determination in his eyes, a silent affirmation of their desire to be together. 

" Take me home, Alpha." 

🐺 END OF FLASHBACK 🐺

" Daddy!" Brees' voice came from out of nowhere bringing them back to reality, as the little girl came running towards them, her laughter and the sheer joy radiating from her screams displaying her innocence and hope. 

Anne and Jay followed closely behind, their face alit with a mixture of concern and relief. The little girl paused, her tiny frame confused, as she sniffed the air with a playful curiosity. She eyed Louis suspiciously, then turned to her parents with confusion etched upon her face.

" Mama? Papa? Mama? You smell the same." she stated, the wonder in her voice causing Louis' heart to soar. He reached down, gathering her safely into his arms, peppering her rosy cheeks with a flurry of affectionate kisses. Her sweet giggles filled the air around them echoing with the promise of a love that would forever bind them as a family.

Louis held her tightly, embracing the preciousness of the moment, his voice barely more than a lullaby whispering into the night. "Mama, baby girl, daddy, mama, and Bree. Always." he murmured, the sentiment echoing in the day's hot air, intertwining their souls and sealing their love within an eternal bond.

Anne and Jays presence were finally acknowledged when Anne lets out a large sigh of relief. 

" THANK GOD ! "

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So what did you think of the outcome? Who thought Louis would change? Anyone mad at the decision?

# Chapter 23 - The Final Chapter

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Heres the 10k word final chapter. 

Im nervous you lot, so I want to make one thing very clear. I promised a happy ending and I delivered. I think. In my eyes it serves it justice. If you dont see a full circle bittersweet endearing ending, than you have mis read the final meanings. What happens at the end is left for your own open interpretation. I apologise now if I upset anyone but please dont come at me. 🥺
 p.s Mona, do NOT flick to the bottom, read from the top 🤣

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For the past few weeks, Louis and Harry had been immersed in a state of bliss, a prolonged honeymoon where life finally seemed to be aligning in their favor. Bree thrived in the loving embrace of the pack house, surrounded by those who cherished her deeply. Though Louis maintained his own room, most nights they were often found nestled together in Harry's, until eventually he caved and moved in there, well he kind of had to since they had mated. 

🐺 FLASHBACK 🐺

In the hushed stillness of the early morning, Harry and Louis lay entwined, cocooned in the intimate embrace of slumber. Yet, Harry's restless mind tugged at him, compelling him to share something deeply personal with Louis. The faint light of dawn trickled into the room, casting a gentle glow upon their entangled bodies.

It was 5:50 AM, and Harry believed the time had come. His fingers danced tenderly through Louis' silken hair, a soft caress that sought to rouse his cherished partner from his sleep. Leaning in, he planted a feather-like kiss on Louis' cheek, his voice a gentle murmur. "Lou, babe, are you awake?"

Louis remained still, his eyelids not even fluttering, but his tongue managed a playful response. "No, I'm not." he murmured, his voice laden with tiredness.

Harry's fond smile lingered as he brushed another tender kiss onto Louis' cheek, whispering softly. "I want to show you something."

In his half-asleep state, Louis mumbled, his curiosity piqued. "Show me what, love? If it's what I think it is, I've already seen it and to be fair, I'm still sore from last night and-" Harry laughed cheekily. " No, not that, maybe later though." He cackles.

Without a moment's hesitation, Harry began to offer Louis reassurance, assuring him that Bree would be cared for by Liam's capable hands downstairs if or when she eventually woke. Liam had been alert and awake in the kitchen only twenty minutes earlier when Harry had ventured there for a drink, putting any concerns to rest.

" C'mon, get up, I wanna show you." 

With a sleepy yet trusting nod, Louis gracefully unravelled himself from their intimate embrace. He followed Harry, his movements imbued with a dreamy languor as they ventured outside, poised to unveil the concealed treasure that had ignited Harry's excitement. Little did they know, their tranquil morning was on the cusp of an unexpected twist, a journey into the unknown that neither had anticipated.

Guided by Harry, Louis found himself breathless as they arrived at their destination, concealed deep within the heart of the woods. Louis had anticipated a journey to the waterfall, but what lay before him was beyond any imagination.

As they rounded a final bend in the forest trail, the scene unfolded, leaving Louis in awe. The sheer beauty of the moment took his breath away as he stood there, utterly captivated by what was stretched out before him.

The sacred chamber laid hidden deep within the heart of the forest, known only to the most trusted members of the pack. The chamber's significance is known for its mystic properties and is said to be a profound place where for generations, the pack's Alphas and Omegas can strengthen their bonds privately in the presence of their ancestors, or so Louis remembers from hearing the old tales, legends and myths.

The path leading to it was narrow and overgrown, as if nature itself is guarding the secrets within. Tall, ancient trees form a natural canopy, their branches interwoven to create a sense of seclusion and mystique. Shafts of dappled sunlight pierce through the leaves, casting a mosaic of light and shadows on the ground.

The entrance to the chamber is a massive stone archway, intricately carved with symbols that tell the story of the pack's history. These symbols, now weathered with age, gleam softly in the dim light. The archway leads into a small antechamber where ceremonial artifacts, such as wolf pelts and polished stones, are displayed with reverence.

As Harry and Louis enter the establishment, the air suddenly feels charged with energy, and there's a faint, ethereal glow beaming off the walls. In this place of ancient traditions, they're surrounded by nothing but the pack's history and Louis is sure he must be dreaming. 

Beyond the antechamber lies the main chamber itself, a vast, cavernous space hewn from the earth's residue. The walls are lined with paintings, each depicting the pack's leaders and key moments in its history. The paintings seem to come to life in the flickering light of torches, their eyes following your every move.

In the center of the chamber is the stone pedestal, the focal point of the rituals. It stands tall and smooth, almost as if it's been polished by centuries of use. The stone itself has a faint, glistening glow, and a soft hum of energy seems to emanate from it.

Louis gazed around in awe, his senses dazzled by the enchanting scenery. "This is totally insane." he admitted, his amazement tinged with a hint of disbelief. "Not gonna lie, H, I seriously thought all the myths about this place were utter bullshit."

Harry's eyes widened, not at Louis' skepticism but at his language, considering they were in what some might call a sacrosanct place of territorial worship. Louis, realizing his choice of words, immediately regretted it. "Shit, I'm sorry, shit, I did it again. Oh my god."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled Louis closer towards him. "Why wasn't I told about this place when I was pack leader?" Louis asked, even though he already knew the answer, but he was more venting than genuinely seeking an explanation.

"Because you're not an Alpha leader; you were only substituting as one." Harry replied planting a tender kiss on Louis' forehead, their warm embrace contrasted by the extraordinary surroundings.

"This place is beautiful, it feels so magical." Louis marvelled as he looked around. " I feel so honoured." He turned to Harry, curiosity in his eyes. "Harry, is this what I think it is?" He asked, nodding towards the pedestal. In response, Harry simply smiled, relishing in Louis' growing excitement but also nervous at the same time for the impending reaction. 

An unexpected shift in the atmosphere encouraged them to lock eyes, their gaze begging for a silent exchange of words, which were granted as Louis clicked on as to why Harry had brought him here, Louis' decision already very clear. "Are you sure?" Harry inquired cautiously, even though Louis was already nodding and taking a determined step forward. " Yes." 

But then, a sudden pause. "Wait. So, I don't need this?" Harry delved into his pocket, retrieving an item and handing it to Louis. With intrigue, Louis accepted the folded piece of paper, unwrapping it and reading its contents. A wave of sheer delight and amusement overcame him as he placed a hand across his mouth, and he couldn't help but break into a wide, genuine smile. 

Dear Mama,

Let daddy be yours forever. 

You love each other, you are best friends, just do it. 

Bree. X 

The mystery of how Louis managed to maintain his composure remains a puzzle, Yet, in the midst of it all, he couldn't prevent a single tear from escaping. "I mean, of course, I wrote it down, but I swear Lou , those were her own words." Harry laughs.

In that heartbeat, Louis seemed almost on the verge of leaping into Harry's arms, but instead, he took a deep breath and gently removed his coat. His heart raced as he took those first steps forward, knowing that this was it, the moment they had both waited for, the night when two souls would finally unite as one. 

Louis willingly places his neck on the pedestal, and in a ceremonial fashion, Harry slowly and delicately leant down, his lips pressed upon the Omega's neck, not once, nor twice, but with a deliberate rhythm that left a lingering warmth upon Louis' skin. They say that the third time carries an exceptional charm, and tonight would be a testament to that belief. Instead of a third kiss, Harry's canines, as tenderly as possible, punctured through Louis' supple skin, finding their place directly in Louis' mating gland.

It's a ritualistic act, a fusion of their spirits, and the bond they will now share, witnessed by the ancestors' paintings on the chamber's walls.

Louis' eyes rolled back as his vision suddenly blurred. He was drowning in a torrent of memories, each one like a cherished gem in collage of their life together.

The first time he had heard Harry's voice, a deep and comforting resonance that had sent shivers down his spine. The first time he saw that heartwarming smile that could light up the darkest of days. The first time he had heard Harry's laughter, a sound that was like music to his ears.

Then, there were the 'firsts' they had experienced together. The first time they transformed into their wolf forms and raced through the moonlit woods, the exhilaration of freedom coursing through their veins. The first time their arms had wrapped around each other in a tight embrace, the warmth of their bodies melting away the world's troubles. The first kiss, a tender and electrifying moment that had sealed their fate. Their first fight, a storm of emotions that had tested their friendship but ultimately made it stronger. The first time he had missed Harry, the ache in his heart, a constant reminder of the love he felt.

Through it all, there was longing, heartache, tenderness, devotion, and an unwavering sense of safety that only Harry could provide. But above all else, there was love, a love that had grown deeper with each passing day, a love that had become the very essence of their existence.

Louis felt it all as he became intoxicatingly dizzy. Speckles of blood trickled down his neck as Harry finally released his grip. Harry, his eyes intense with the primal energy of the moment, reached for his omega, lifting him up with a tender strength. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to lick the blood on Louis' neck, cleansing the wound with a mixture of possessiveness and care.

"Mine." Harry softly growled. " Yours." Louis breathed. 

Harry cupped his cheeks, blown away that this has finally happened.

Louis is finally his.

"You alright, my love?" Harry's voice was husky with the remnants of intensity from the bond marking.

Louis could only stare back, his senses still reeling as he tried to regain his composure. Louis frowned for a moment, then his expression shifted to one of wonder as he reached to place a hand over Harry's heart but he quickly faltered. Instead, he concentrated, his own instincts heightened by their new unique connection.

"Oh, my, Harry, Harry." Louis whispered, his eyes wide with amazement. "Do you feel that? I can... oh, my God, Harry, you're nervous. I can hear it, I can smell it, I... I can feel it."

In that electrifying moment, their bond unveiled a newfound intimacy. Harry and Louis now shared a connection that was unlike anything else seen within the pack. It went beyond the typical alpha-omega bond, transcending the boundaries of their roles. 

Their connection was marked by many new heightened senses including telepathic communication. They could communicate through unspoken thoughts, sharing emotions, ideas, and even simple conversations mentally. This allowed them to have intimate conversations without uttering a single word. Heightened Empathy was another, they could now feel each other's emotions strongly, very very strongly. If one was sad, the other couldn't help but share in the sorrow. It made their bond incredibly empathetic, reinforcing their support for each other. Shared Physical Sensations were now shared, too. When one was hurt, the other could feel the pain to some extent. This created a strong sense of protectiveness and care between them. 

Next, was Enhanced Senses: They could occasionally borrow each other's senses. If Harry needed to see something in the distance, Louis could use his eyes for that moment. This made them a formidable pair in any situation. This was one that was definitely going to take some time getting used to. Influence Over Each Other was next on the list. They had a unique ability to now calm each other, making it easier to manage their own instincts and emotions. This was especially important during times of stress or when Harry went into rut. 

Last, but most definitely not least, Unique Marks: Their mating mark was more intricate and vibrant than typical alpha-omega marks. It seemed to pulse with life, representing the depth of their bond.

Their connection was now a source of strength and comfort for both Harry and Louis. It bound them together in a way that was deeper and more profound than any other relationships they had ever encountered, and it was now and forever, a constant reminder of the extraordinary love they shared.

" I love you." Louis said softly, as those long curved eyelashes took total control over Harry. " I love you infinitely, my Omega." 

They say that the key to happiness is letting go of that idea of perfection. Perfect people aren't real, and real people aren't perfect. But as Harry stares into that shade of blue eyes that captivates his entire being every damn time, he will strongly disagree. 

" Take me to bed." Louis smirks. "Take me back to our home." 

🐺 END OF FLASHBACK 🐺

For an uninterrupted eight weeks, the future appeared promising, a bright horizon stretching ahead. However, a little hiccup emerged, one that would test the tranquillity they had cultivated.

It happened on a serene Sunday during their new family dinner tradition, where the pack house gathered to share meals and stories. It was on this day that Zayn and Liam, rising to their feet, delivered an announcement that, despite the happiness in their hearts, cast a shadow of sadness over two particular pack members. 

Liam's pregnancy.

Liam's pregnancy announcement sent ripples through the pack house, leaving everyone in a state of stunned surprise, everyone but Harry and Lou who had already had their suspicions. As Liam and Zayn shared the news, their expressions were a mixture of joy and trepidation. Liam was worried about what implications it might cause for Harry and Louis knowing this pregnancy would hit a little close to home. 

The room was filled with a cacophony of emotions. Louis and Harry, who had been enjoying their idyllic honeymoon phase, were initially caught off guard. They exchanged glances, their thoughts racing with the fears of this revelation. How would it affect their own family?

Bree, who had been playing with some of the other younger pack members, sensed the shift in the atmosphere. She looked up, her innocent eyes seeking an explanation for the sudden change in the room, but evidently didn't really get one. 

Despite the initial shock, the pack rallied around Liam and Zayn, offering their congratulations and support. 

Harry struggled with the urge to avert his gaze, knowing that looking at Louis would only reveal the pain he was anticipating. But, against his better judgement, he did look, to find Louis had his own head slightly lowered, focused on his own stomach. It was enough to make Harry clench his teeth and bite the inside of his cheek so hard that he tasted blood. But then, he watched Louis take a deep breath, raise his head, and force a smile. He walked over to Liam, embracing him tightly, asking him how far along he was. As it turned out, Liam was already three months along. He watched Louis rub Liam's belly and coo asking about how long they had known.

Yet, Harry couldn't ignore the turmoil churning within Louis, and Zayn, who had taken a seat beside him, seemed to sense it as well.

"Harry, we didn't intend to upset Lou. We know this is a sensitive topic and-" Zayn began.

Harry immediately stood up, discarding his speech. "Wait, no, Zayn, look, we're genuinely happy for you both. I promise you that - excited, proud, you name it. Don't feel bad. We made this decision together, and we'll be okay, I promise." Harry pulled Zayn into a warm hug, Zayn then handing him a beer. "Oh, God, Zee, I can't believe you're going to be a parent. That poor little pup." Harry laughed, and Zayn playfully swatted his arm in response. "I know, right?"

Six months later, little Ezra was born, a stunning son who carried the endearing qualities of his loving parents.

A mere ten months later, the boys found themselves plunged into another tumultuous ordeal, a real doozy, one that would test the very core of their relationship. It marked their first proper fight, an encounter with a genuine conflict, a battle that hung their bond precariously by a thread.

🐺 FLASHBACK 🐺

The beach scene unfolded against the backdrop of a serene, twilight-lit seascape. The sun, on the verge of disappearing beneath the horizon, painted the sky in soft hues of orange and pink.

The beach itself was a tranquil expanse of fine, golden sand that stretched out into the distance, its surface ruffled by gentle, rolling waves. The sound of the sea, a soothing symphony of murmurs and sighs, attempted to lull the troubled omega into a momentary calm, the rhythmic whispers of the waves futilely attempting to soothe the omega, who was unmistakably in a state of shock.

His cheeks were stained with tears, his heart pounded in his chest, and his eyes were red and puffy from crying. In this lifetime, he had never fathomed that Harry would be at home right now, packing his bags, preparing to leave him. The pain was almost unbearable.

As Louis sat there, he allowed his toes to sink into the cool sand, framed by the interplay of light and shadow, his silhouette etched against the fading daylight. The beach was both familiar and foreign to him, a place that once held memories of joy and love, but now mirrored the depths of his heartache.

Lost in his despair, distant laughter carried on the breeze, a plaintive contrast to Louis' joyless state. Three little wolf pups, full of youthful innocence, frolicked on the sand near the water's edge, their first taste of transitioning into wolves, their innocence a stark reminder of the world's relentless march forward, even in the face of his personal turmoil.

Louis rose from his spot, dusting off the sand from his pants, holding his shoes in trembling hands.

He wandered along the shoreline, each step weighed down by a multitude of thoughts, too many tears shed, and a profound confusion that consumed him on this heart wrenching night.

Approaching the car park, he stopped beside the lone bin, and with trembling hands, he reached into his pocket and retrieved the pregnancy test, its weight heavy with the chaos it had caused. 

Louis had stood there excited when two pink lines stared back at him from the pregnancy test, a glimmer of hope amidst his initial confusion. He had felt unwell lately, his body reacting in unusual ways, and when Harry had mentioned his scent was different, a spark of realization had ignited. Determined to share this unexpected news with Harry in a memorable way, he had first taken the test in private.

But as he presented the evidence to Harry, expecting joy and excitement, his heart sank. Instead of a loving embrace or words of celebration, Louis was met with a barrage of anger and accusations. Harry's fury was quick to act, accusing Louis of infidelity without giving him a chance to speak, adamant in making it clear that he could not produce any children. Louis stood there, the weight of Harry's harsh words hitting him like a ton of bricks. His alpha had condemned him quietly via the alpha tone, hurling insults and casting aside any explanations Louis might offer.

Louis felt a whirlwind of emotions. He was angry at Harry for his unfounded allegations, frustrated by his inability to defend himself, hurt by the cruel words, and overwhelmed by the sadness of what should have been a joyful revelation turning into a nightmare of misunderstanding and pain.

The worst part was feeling everything Harry was feeling. 

The anger, the frustration, the sadness, the pain. The pain was the most hurtful.

Carefully, he discarded the test into the bin, as though it were the physical manifestation of his shattered hopes.

The drive back home was marked by a silence so profound it felt deafening. Bree was safely with his mother, granting Louis a moment of solitude that he had mixed emotions about. He couldn't predict what awaited him when he returned to the pack house, but he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Liam, Zayn, and Ezra deserved better than the turmoil he and Harry had unleashed only hours ago.

Having engaged in a heated argument with Harry earlier, Louis was now grappling with guilt and remorse. The echoes of their shouting still vibrated in his ears, a stark contrast to the painful silence that surrounded him now. It had been a fierce, unforgiving clash of words, and Louis felt terrible for the display they had inflicted, especially after hearing Ezra's heart-rending cries not long after their confrontation.

As he approached the pack house, Louis made a vow to himself. He was determined to stay calm, to try to talk to Harry, to attempt to explain and mend the rift that had been created. The heaviness in his heart grew, knowing that the path ahead was fraught with challenges, and he was acutely aware that the sadness and regret that clung to him would be difficult to shake.

Upon his arrival home, he soon learned that Harry had gone to stay at his mother's house, which he had kind of expected anyway. It's where he stayed for an entire five days. At first, Louis understood that Harry needed some space to clear his mind, and he wasn't angry about that. However, the separation had left Bree feeling confused and out of place with Harry isolating himself.

It was on their final night apart and the only evening where Louis had finally managed to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, that he sensed Harry's presence. 

God, he had missed that smell. 

He hadn't slept in days, his omega too distressed to even consider rest. Louis didn't open his eyes; he simply laid there, listening to the sounds of bags being lowered onto the floor. Louis felt a mix of emotions, not quite fear but somewhat a hesitancy to move or speak, as if waiting for Harry to initiate whatever was about to happen.

Harry knew Louis was awake as he sat down beside him, his thumb gently tracing Louis' bottom lip, causing it to twitch slightly. "I'm so sorry." Harry whispered, his voice filled with regret and longing. Louis gently drew back the blanket, the implication clear.

No more words were said, that could wait until the morning. 

Harry nestled beside the Omega, his arm, whether by conscious intent or instinct, securely cradled Louis' stomach.

The morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows as Harry prepared breakfast for Louis. Despite the queasiness he felt, Louis sat at the table, a silent demonstration of his willingness to mend their relationship.

As they began their meal, Harry couldn't hold back his apologies any longer. He poured his heart out, expressing remorse for his outburst, his unkind words, and his insistence on distancing himself. He acknowledged that his anger had clouded his judgement and that leaving had been a poorly handled decision.

Tears welled up in Harry's eyes as he spoke, his voice filled with regret. He explained that he had needed time to think and come to terms with the overwhelming emotions he had been experiencing. He confessed that he had been terrified of losing Louis, and had allowed that fear to drive a wedge between them.

Louis listened attentively, his gaze soft and forgiving. He reached out and placed his hand over Harry's, a gesture of reassurance and understanding. Louis reminded Harry that they were a team, bound by a love that could weather any storm.

With compassion in his eyes, Louis suggested that they visit the healers together to unravel the " How" in how he got pregnant. He believed that finding answers would not only benefit him, but also ease Harry's worries, even after Harry had told Louis he did trust him, and it only settled into Harry's heart fully when he leant down to kiss the omegas belly, automatically inhaling the scent of what he now recognized as his own pup.

As they finished their breakfast, there was a sense of renewal in the air. Louis and Harry knew that they still had hurdles to overcome, but they were committed to facing them together, with open hearts and a shared determination to rebuild their relationship.

After several trips to the healers and an intensive yet somewhat embarrassing examination, it became clear that Mitch's attempt to cut and destroy Harry's knot had not been performed to the highest standard, therefore not fully successful. 

The crucial vein necessary for the knot to expand had not been fully severed; it clung to life by a mere thread. Over the months following the unsuccessful botched attempt, the skin and nerves had gradually regrown and regenerated, enabling the vein to once again receive a normal flow of productive semen. Unbeknownst to both of them, although Harry couldn't knot like a typical Alpha, when he ejaculated, a small knot did in fact form, just enough to allow the required semen to pass through, they just couldn't feel it. 

Harry's tears flowed freely during their first ultrasound, and Louis understood that they carried dual significance. First, they welled up in sheer joy at the sight of their offspring on the screen, the desire to have his own pups with Louis a dream he thought had well and truly sailed. Their hearts had brimmed with overwhelming happiness. Yet, it was the second layer of meaning that Louis saw in Harry's tearful gaze that made Louis produce a small saddened smile. As he looked at Louis, those tears were also a manifestation of self-pity, a testament to his tendency to jump to conclusions, to let mistrust cloud his judgement, and to allow anger to overtake reason time and time again. Harry hated himself, for once again, he had truly hurt the love of his life. 

This was meant to be a time of pure joy, a truly magical moment in their lives. Louis reached out to grasp Harry's hand, their fingers intertwining.

"We're having a baby, Harry." Louis whispered, his voice filled with wonder and love. " A little pup, half of you and half of me. Bree is going to be over the moon."

A radiant smile spread across Harry's face, impossible to contain.

🐺 END OF FLASHBACK 🐺

The most unexpected test came many years later-exactly 22 years to be precise. Harry and Niall, yes, Niall, still vividly recall that day as if it happened just yesterday. 

It had been a pleasant day at the pack house, seemingly ordinary. The clock neared 4pm, and most of the pack lounged in the living room, engrossed in an old black-and-white film. They had just enjoyed a sumptuous dessert, celebrating Oli's engagement to a lovely beta who was currently carrying twins. 

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, jolting everyone from their movie-induced tranquillity. When Harry returned to the room, he wore a shocked expression. Louis, concerned, asked what was wrong, only for Harry to quietly request a private conversation with Niall. 

As Niall followed Harry into the kitchen, a profound sense of concern was planted across his face. To say that Niall was bewildered would be an understatement. Before him stood an unfamiliar young man, of medium height and build, with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Niall glanced at Harry, seeking answers in his expression, and Harry took a deep breath before breaking the news. 

" Ni, meet Miguel, your son......apparently." 

Niall took two involuntary steps back, panic gripping him. He stammered, struggling to comprehend what he had just heard. "I've only had three beers, I know I'm not drunk, so please tell me I heard that wrong. My WHAT?!?" 

Miguel stepped forward, no hint of shyness as he extended his hand for a firm handshake. "My mother, she told me all about you. She passed away recently, Mitch, he um, he found out what she had done and-..." Niall's eyes shot to Harry, his disbelief evident in his trembling voice. "You... you're... you're Mexican?" 

As Niall approached Miguel more closely, the pieces began to fall into place. He noticed the tanned skin, the darker hair, the accent, and then, most strikingly, he saw himself staring back at him. 

"Yes, my mother helped you with the bark, and..." Before Miguel could finish his sentence, a resounding thud echoed through the room as Niall collapsed unconscious onto the floor. 

After Niall fainted and collapsed onto the floor, panic surged through the room. Harry and Miguel rushed to his side, their faces filled with concern. They carefully lifted Niall onto a nearby bench seat in the hallway, ensuring he was lying comfortably. 

Harry, while still shocked by the unexpected revelation and Niall's reaction, quickly assessed Niall's condition. He checked for his pulse and breathing, relieved to find that Niall was still breathing steadily and his heart was beating fine. 

He retrieved a glass of water and a damp cloth, his movements gentle. With the cloth, he began to pat Niall's forehead, softly attempting to revive him. Harry held the glass of water, ready and waiting to offer up some hydration in case Niall woke up thirsty.

It only took a few minutes, but eventually, Niall began to stir. He blinked his eyes open, his gaze unfocused at first. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he realized he was lying on the bench and that Harry and Miguel were anxiously watching over him. 

Confusion and shock still clouded Niall's expression as he attempted to piece together the incredible news he had just received. Harry and Miguel exchanged a worried glance, unsure of how Niall would react now that he was conscious again. 

" How did you find us?" Were the first words to leave Niall's lips as he re-positioned himself to sit upright. And fair question Harry thought, as he stared at the man they knew nothing about. 

Miguel goes on to explain how his mother, the one who had seen his passport before handing it back all those years ago, filled him in with the little details she knew. He tells Harry and Niall that after Mitch found out about his mothers betrayal to their pack, he viciously slit her throat in a spectacle in front of the entire pack, women and children included. Miguel had found refuge in the care of his aunt, who had wholeheartedly embraced the role of guiding and nurturing him throughout his upbringing, providing the love and support he needed up until now, where he had decided to seek out his other biological parent.

" What's going on?" 

Louis had become curious as to why the pair were taking so long and ventured towards them. The anxious expressions worn by the trio who now stood together immediately raised Louis' concern, setting off internal alarm bells.

Upon learning that Mitch might know where to find them, Miguel attempted to reassure Louis that he hadn't been followed and that Mitch was unlikely to leave Mexico. However, Harry had more concerns about Damon. Despite their efforts to convince him, Louis couldn't find any sort of peace of mind. Louis spiralled into anxiety, barricading himself at home for months. His daily routine turned into a panicked ritual of repeatedly checking doors, windows, and alarms. He avoided leaving the safety of the pack house, consumed by fear for a very long time. As time passed and nothing came of it, Louis managed to relax to a certain extent. However, the thought continued to linger in the back of his mind but for Harry, he found himself holding some scotch every night, the memories of Mexico now back with an intense vengeance, scared for his family's safety, and now reunited with new and old nightmares. 

After numerous deliberations among the elders, it was decided that Miguel could stay. Only a few months later, having settled into the house that Niall now shared with his Omega, Shawn, a special ceremony marked Miguel's official acceptance as a pack member. Upon Niall's return from Mexico many years ago, he had sought out Shawn, rekindling their love affair, and soon after, they had mated. 

🐺

Their very final test was a bittersweet one. A day that Louis became a blubbering mess, and Harry struggled with the idea of letting go of his precious daughter. 

Bree's wedding day.

Not long after Bree celebrated her 28th birthday, Ezra nervously approached Harry in his office one evening. His palms were sweaty as he locked eyes with Harry, asking for Bree's hand in marriage. Harry initially put on a stern face, trying to scare the young man, but he quickly dropped the charade when his own emotions got the better of him. He extended a hand, offering a firm handshake of acceptance before pulling Ezra into a warm embrace. The words that stood out the most for Ezra from their conversation were those Harry spoke of as he left the room, an elated man, tears swelling in Harry's eyes. "Look after my little girl, always Ezra."

It didn't come as much of a surprise to Harry, especially when he observed the way they had grown up together. Despite Bree being three years older than Ezra, their chemistry and connection surpassed all else, making it evident to both Harry and Louis that destiny was weaving its intricate threads into their own story.

🐺 FLASHBACK 🐺 

"Bree, come on, let me have the remote control. I'm not watching this reality show any longer if you're just going to keep reading your silly little romance novel instead."

Bree playfully nudged her knee against Ezra as they sat side by side on the lounge. "Duh, Ezzy, can't you see I'm multitasking? I can read and listen at the same time you know."

Harry, seated in the opposite armchair, continued to flick through the newspaper, glancing over at Louis who was scrolling on his phone. They both shared a look of understanding and amusement as they observed the two teens.

"You are so difficult." Ezra exclaimed. 

"No, I'm not. You're just whiny today, big sooky alpha, you are. And stop staring at me like that. I know these reading glasses make me look horrible." Bree stood up and left to get a glass of water, not hearing or seeing the way Ezra lowered his head towards his lap. "You look beautiful, actually." He muttered quietly to himself hoping it had gone unheard. 

It hadn't.

Harry observed Ezra's expression closely, recognizing a look of deep affection and devotion that reminded him of his own younger days. He couldn't help but recall the way he had gazed at Louis throughout his childhood, a look filled with unwavering love and admiration. As he turned the pages of the newspaper, Harry had an epiphany.

He realized that Ezra's love for Bree was pure and unconditional, just as Harry's love for Louis had been. The sight of Ezra's affectionate expression reassured him that one day, Bree would indeed become Mrs. Malik, and he couldn't have been happier for them.

This moment affirmed that the cycle of love and family continued to thrive within their pack, passing on from one generation to the next.

Upon Bree's return, she playfully tossed a packet of chips in Ezra's direction as she settled back closely beside the alpha, a honey cupcake held tightly in her other hand. As she snuggled into Ezra's side, Louis, discreetly watching the young couple, couldn't help but notice the subtle but significant change in their dynamics.

It was when Bree nestled her head into Ezra's chest, sneakily inhaling his scent deeply, that Louis' eyes widened in surprise. He glanced at Harry with excitement, but Harry merely raised his index finger to his lips, signalling for Louis to remain quiet as he too smiled back. Louis stood up and walked over to sit beside Harry, leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek.

"Will they?" Louis inquired in a hushed tone.

Harry responded with a soft whisper, "Yes, yes I think they will." Their shared excitement was evident, as the elder couple saw the blossoming romance between Bree and Ezra, and they knew that love was well and truly in the air. 

🐺 END OF FLASHBACK 🐺

Bree and Ezra's relationship is one that has blossomed over the years. At first, Bree, being three years older than Ezra, initially viewed him as a close family friend rather than a potential romantic interest. Their connection grew from a strong friendship into a deep and meaningful love that eventually led to their engagement and marriage.

They share a special bond, not only as a couple but also as two individuals who have grown together, supporting each other's dreams and aspirations. Bree's vibrant and vivacious personality complements Ezra's more reserved nature, creating a harmonious partnership.

Ezra's respectful and caring attitude toward Bree, reflects the deep affection and respect he holds for her. He values her not just for her appearance but for who she is as a person.

Their engagement and eventual marriage symbolize the continuation of their love story, supported by both their families, especially Harry and Louis, who have watched them grow and nurtured their relationship over the years. 

In summary, Bree and Ezra's relationship is a testament to the enduring power of love and how it can grow from friendship into a profound and lasting partnership, just like her parents. 

🐺 TIME JUMP 🐺 

Five decades had passed since the celestial event that had irrevocably altered Louis' life. In this new era, their grandson had ascended to the esteemed position of pack leader. 

Their grandson, a testament to the enduring legacy of their love and the resilience of their pack, had matured into the formidable position of pack leader after his father, Harry and Louis' son Hardin, stepped down not long ago. With the passage of time, Connor had grown to embody the strength and wisdom that ran through the family's lineage.

His leadership was marked by an outstanding sense of responsibility and a commitment to the well-being of the pack members. He bore the weight of the pack's traditions and decisions with grace, demonstrating an unwavering dedication to upholding the values that had been instilled in him by his grandparents.

Yet, amidst the demands of leadership, he remained deeply connected to his family roots. He carried the stories of Louis and Harry, their struggles and triumphs, like treasured heirlooms, passing them down to the younger generations as a reminder of the pack's history and the enduring bond that held them all together.

As the pack leader, he navigated the challenges of their world with courage and compassion, striving to create a harmonious balance between tradition and progress, all while honoring the legacy of his beloved grandparents. In his eyes, the future of the pack was intertwined with the lessons and love that Louis and Harry had shared, a torch passed from one generation to the next, ensuring that their family's story continued to unfold with strength and resilience.

However, as the years bore down upon him, Louis found himself caught in the relentless clutches of time. When Louis had reached the age of 60, his Omega body deteriorated with a rapidity that defied natural expectations, a confounding enigma that left all who cared for him in a state of perpetual wonder.

Now at 72, seated alongside Harry, the two of them embarked on a poignant journey through the memories of the past, their hands delicately turning the aged pages of photographs that whispered tales of days long gone. Louis' smile, tinged with the faintest trace of longing, graced his lips as he gazed upon images of himself as an Alpha. He spoke softly, his voice a blend of nostalgia and reminiscence. "How dearly I miss those days."

Together, they ventured deeper into the album, each photograph a poignant reflection of a time when Louis' Alpha nature reigned supreme. The images evoked cherished memories and summoned forth the bittersweet echoes of a past that had woven the threads of their shared history, now immortalized in the sepia-toned frames of their recollections.

Harry, burdened by the daily erosion of Louis' vitality, observed the scene with a heavy heart. Gently settling Louis into a plush lounge chair, he cocooned him beneath a warm blanket, the embodiment of care and tenderness. Louis succumbed to sleep quickly, surrendering to its embrace as exhaustion claimed him.

As Harry carefully set the cherished photo albums aside, their pages adorned with snapshots of Louis cradling their newborn pups, a profound ache welled within him. Tears glistened in his eyes as he reverently closed the album, placing it aside. The tea cups, now empty of their soothing contents, found their way into the sink, and Harry began to fill it with water, his intention clear - to attend to the dishes and change the bed linens before Louis stirred from his rest.

Yet, amid the humdrum of household chores, Harry found his thoughts wandering, drifting into the realm of contemplation. The running water, its murmurs a soothing backdrop, gradually faded as he became lost in thought. An unspoken resolve stirred within him, urging him to act. Suddenly, with the water tap shut off, his fingers moved with purpose, dialling his grandson's number.

"Con." Harry spoke with a blend of urgency and determination, his voice carrying the weight of his unspoken concerns "Are you at the pack house? I must speak with you immediately." The unspoken anxieties, like heavy clouds on the horizon, awaited release in the presence of the only other person he trusted above all others.

Louis' condition was not only a medical mystery, but defied all attempts at diagnosis and treatment. It manifested as a rapid and inexplicable deterioration of his physical and mental health. His body seemed to age at an accelerated rate, with muscle weakness, joint pain, and extreme fatigue, his major struggles. 

Despite extensive medical evaluations, no concrete cause or cure could be found. Specialists were baffled, and their efforts yielded no answers. It was a condition that defied medical science, leaving Louis and his loved ones grappling with a sense of helplessness and frustration.

As time passed, the enigmatic ailment continued to progress, casting a shadow of uncertainty over Louis' life and raising profound questions about the nature of his existence.

Physically, Louis' once-vibrant vitality had waned, and his strength had become a shadow of its former self. The telltale signs of ageing had manifested with a vengeance, manifesting as fragility and frailty that starkly contrasted with his once robust nature.

Mentally, Louis remained sharp and lucid, a testament to his free spirit. However, the frustration of witnessing his own physical decline weighed heavily upon him. His cherished memories and experiences served as both a source of solace and a reminder of days when he was an Alpha, commanding strength and vigour.

The absence of a definitive diagnosis had left them all clueless, a mystery that was a stark reminder of the limits of medical knowledge within their unique world. Like everyone else, Harry held the assumption that it was linked to the initial transformation, a change that might have wrought alterations within Louis, affecting his internal workings and very essence. Yet, Louis faced each day with a sense of grace, his resilience an inspiration to all who knew him. In the face of adversity, he drew strength from the love of his family and the never ending support of Harry, forging a path forward, even in the midst of uncertainty.

In their quest to find a solution for Louis' condition, a multitude of treatments had been explored, reflecting the depth of their concern and the lengths to which they would go to alleviate his suffering. These treatments included:

1. **Traditional Healing Rituals:** The pack had called upon traditional healing rituals, involving the use of herbs, chants, and ceremonial practices to invoke healing energies. These rituals were steeped in their cultural heritage and had been passed down through generations.

2. **Medical Consultations:** Leading experts within their unique world had been consulted, including Omega and Alpha specialists. Despite their expertise, the enigmatic nature of Louis' condition continued to elude a definitive diagnosis.

3. **Healing Packs:** Specialized healing packs, composed of herbs and elements found within their environment, were prepared and applied to Louis' body in the hope of stimulating recovery.

4. **Spiritual Guidance:** Pack members sought guidance from their spiritual leaders, conducting ceremonies and seeking insights from the spiritual realms. Prayers and meditations were performed in an effort to channel positive energy toward Louis' healing.

5. **Experimental Treatments:** As a last resort, experimental treatments were explored, pushing the boundaries of their medical knowledge. These treatments often carried risks, but the desperation to find a solution propelled them forward.

Despite their collective efforts, Louis' condition remained the same, challenges and limitations they would still face in their unique lifestyle. Each treatment had been pursued with hope, driven by the love and concern they held for Louis, but the answers they sought remained elusive.

Eventually, Louis drew the line. After a nice family picnic out in the woods, near their cherished waterfall, Louis looked around at his beautiful family, a smile reaffirming he had made the right decision all of those years ago.

Their firstborn son, Hardin, had matured into a man of remarkable fortitude, a reflection of Harry in every conceivable way. From his striking resemblance to his father to the echoes of Harry's personality that danced within him, Hardin had, for many years, made both Harry and Louis brim with pride as he effectively managed and led the pack. Not too long ago, he had taken the conscious step to retire from leadership, relinquishing the mantle to his own son, Connor. His motivations were rooted in the desire to savor more moments with his own cherished Omega, a legacy of love and responsibility passed on through the generations.

Amidst the familial illustration, Louis' gaze shifted to their second son, Bentley, a bundle of boundless energy. He had inherited Louis' vivacious personality, forever immersed in the thrill of mischief and revelry. It was an intriguing contrast to his Omega presentation, a quirk of fate that never ceased to amuse and puzzle those who knew him well.

Bree, their cherished daughter, had found her own happiness alongside Liam and Zayn's son, Ezra. Her contentment radiated like a beacon, a tribute to the love and fulfilment that had engulfed her life. Whenever Louis beheld her joy, it stirred something deep within him, often leading to countless tears.

And then, there was Harry, a presence that quite often transcended words. With Harry beside him, Louis found a profound and indescribable connection that had carried them through the peaks and valleys of their shared journey now known simply as life . As he surveyed his family, a realization washed over Louis, a life marked by happiness, a journey that, despite its twists and turns, had led him to this moment of contentment. Even in the face of the unknowns that lay ahead, he recognized that it was time to surrender to the embrace of fate, to let destiny unfurl as it may, to stop searching for answers and accept what is coming. 

It was time...time to let go. 

Harry's reaction to Louis' condition was a complex tapestry of emotions, the depth of their bond and the love that had endured through the trials of time. As he watched Louis' health deteriorate, a sense of helplessness gnawed at him, his alpha restless and unsettled for the first time in years. 

There was an undeniable heaviness in Harry's heart, a weight that grew with each passing day as he witnessed Louis' physical strength wane. He longed to shoulder Louis' burden, to alleviate his suffering, yet the enigmatic nature of the condition left him grasping at straws, searching for answers that remained stubbornly out of reach.

Beneath his stoic exterior, Harry harbored an undercurrent of grief and sadness. The knowledge that he was losing the love of his life, piece by piece, was a pain that cut deep. Memories of their shared adventures, the laughter they had once known, and the vitality of their youth were like bittersweet echoes that reverberated in his soul.

However, when faced with adversity, Harry remained a steadfast pillar of support for Louis. He treasured each precious moment they spent together, tending to their love and savoring the time they still had. Harry's devoted commitment and constant companionship spoke volumes about the enduring power of their bond, a love that defied the constraints of time and circumstance.

🐺

"Sweetheart, do you require some assistance?" Harry's soothing voice cut through the air, a lifeline for Louis who was caught in the labyrinth of his necktie's intricate folds.

"Please." Louis breathed, his words laden with a subtle plea for Harry's help. Beside him, Harry shuffled closer, his presence, like always, an unwavering belief that even at their age, no person on this planet could surpass the beauty that was Louis Tomlinson.

"You ready?" Harry asked, his fingers working with practiced ease, his fingers deftly manoeuvring the silk tie as he met Louis' gaze. Louis nodded in affirmation, though his stomach churned with nerves. "Yeah, let's go, sun."

As they descended into the heart of the celebration, the sheer number of people gathered took both Harry and Louis by surprise. The pack had expanded in size beyond their wildest expectations. Laughter echoed all around, and the lilting melodies of violins painted the air with enchantment. Food, an abundance of it, beckoned from nearby tables.

Louis clutched Harry's hand tightly as they found their seats, the setting sun casting a warm, golden hue over the clear summer night. A swarm of butterflies fluttered past them, eliciting a delighted laugh from Louis as one took refuge on his hand.

"I need to attend to something real quick, I'll be back soon, alright." he whispered to Louis, his eyes reflecting a mixture of fondness and nervous energy. 

Louis' gaze drifted off into the distance, where Liam and Niall, who are now known as elders, along with he and Harry, shared a moment of laughter while savoring a beer. A fleeting sense of sadness washed over Louis as he recalled the faces of those who were no longer with them, like his mother, Oli, Zayn, and several others who had already passed.

His emotions swelled, and a somber weight pressed on his heart as he revisited the memory of Zayn's death. It had been a tumultuous event, etched into the pack's collective memory. Zayn had been on a routine patrol, in his wolf form, when he encountered a group of rogues. What should have been a simple encounter turned into a fierce battle, one in which he found himself ambushed and isolated.

Fifteen years had elapsed since that tragic day, and the loss of Zayn had left a profound impact, not only on Liam and Ezra but on the entire pack. Devastation and heartache had gripped them all when the sudden news had reached their ears, a wound that proved time could never truly heal.

As a sense of distress settled within him, Louis scanned the surroundings for his alpha. Harry stood a few feet away, engrossed in what appeared to be a serious conversation between himself, Hardin, Bentley and Bree. At first glance, it might have seemed inconsequential, but the tight embrace shared by the four of them that followed, sent a subtle tremor through Louis' heart.

Suddenly, the music lowered, giving way to the familiar voice of Connor as he commenced his speech. Louis shifted his attention back to the gathering, a momentary distraction from his concern. However, when he sought out Harry and the children once more, they were conspicuously absent. 

"Tonight." Connor's voice rang out, commanding the attention of the entire pack now gathered around the roaring bonfire. " Tonight is a truly exceptional occasion. Only once every fifty years do we have the privilege, or perhaps the challenge of experiencing this somewhat debatable event." Louis cast a glance toward Niall and Liam, with whom are both wearing warm smiles that carried a genuine depth of sentiment.

"The red moon." Connor continued, his words carrying weight in the flickering firelight. "It can be seen as both a blessing and a nightmare. We, as a unified pack, have engaged in extensive discussions and thoughtful deliberations. And we have arrived at a collective decision: despite the undeniable temptations it may present, we shall not partake in or endorse the changes it may usher upon others."

Louis couldn't help but smile to himself as he observed Connor addressing the pack with eloquence and conviction, his pride in the pack's decision evident. He continued to scan the gathering, his heart growing increasingly troubled by Harry's continued absence.

"However. " Connor's voice carried an undertone of gravity, capturing the attention of all present. "Tonight represents the final opportunity for an individual to undergo a change. This night is a singular exception, a chance to rectify past wrongs." Louis' brow furrowed, and he swept his gaze around once more, now spotting Bree, Bentley and Hardin observing from across the bonfire. Still, there was no sign of Harry.

"With this in mind." Connor's words carried a dark weight. " It falls upon myself to facilitate tonight's transformation."

Louis tilted his gaze upward, fixating on the moon as the crimson red hue gradually and slowly began to disappear. "But it is also my pleasure and honor to allow this transformation for one individual who has truly earned it." Connor's voice resonated through the pack, people beginning to stir and whisper upon themselves at the unexpected news. 

Louis' heart quickened its pace erratically as Connor took measured steps toward him. In response, Louis turned his head, attempting to discern if anyone stood behind him, but Connor halted right before him, extending out his hand. Gasps of astonishment rippled through the assembled pack, and a sense of foreboding welled up within Louis.

'No, no, no, this can't be happening, not again. 

Louis' thoughts raced as Connor assisted him to his feet. He allowed Connor to guide him towards the flickering flames of the bonfire, still confused and shocked as to what the hell was going on, and just before they reached their destination, Connor bestowed a reassuring smile. But before Louis could fully process the situation, Bree's voice pierced the air, and her arms encircled his torso in a fervent embrace.

A/N 
Please stop reading and open youtube and listen to the following music as you continue from here. Trust me. 😭
Type in " Brooklyn duo you are the reason." 

"Mama." The endearment, one he hadn't heard in many years, fell from her lips. Louis regarded her with a mixture of surprise and concern. "Thank you, Mum, for raising me as your own, for loving me unconditionally the way you did. You were the perfect Omega parent, I love you, Mama." The sincerity in her voice lingered in the air, an acknowledgment of the unbreakable bond that connected them.

"Did you know about this?" Louis inquired, his eyes searching Bree's as she wiped away her tears.

"Only just now." Bree replied, her voice filled with raw emotion.

Hardin and Bentley materialized beside Bree, Hardin's eyes puffy and red, unable to find the words that could express the depth of his feelings. Instead, he simply reached out and embraced Louis, a silent but profound display of his emotions. No words could do justice to the complex mix of sentiments he experienced at that moment.
His gaze flicked beyond Louis, prompting him to slowly turn around.

And there he was, Harry.

Harry, his alpha, stood before him in a tasteful light brown suit, holding a bouquet of radiating fresh flowers. Although Harry's smile appeared strained, it didn't dampen the chorus of excited "woos" that emanated from the surrounding onlookers. Harry leaned in and gently kissed Louis' cheek, a simple act that triggered an outpouring of tears from Louis.

"You've always reminded me of flowers, Lou." Harry whispered, Louis' tears transforming into a powerful testament of love and gratitude, for Harry was his infinity, his very source of support and the guiding force that allowed him to blossom into his true self. 

In that precise moment, it was as though the world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them in existence. Harry reached for Louis' hands, anchoring them in a shared reality that surpassed their surroundings.

"I asked Connor for your transformation tonight, my love." Harry began, his voice brimming with heartfelt emotion. " Don't be mad." Harry smiled, Louis returning it softly. " I want to thank you, Lou. You cared for Bree, bore and delivered our two beautiful sons, all while treating me as if I were your everything. You dedicated your life to me, to our children and to us, and I will never be able to adequately convey not only my appreciation but also my continuing respect and devotion to you."

Louis trembled, this unexpected turn of events shattering his earlier apprehensions about facing the red moon once more. He had feared another within their pack might be stripped of their inner gender. Now, he saw that his apprehension had indeed been warranted.

"Harry, I..." Louis began, but when Harry glanced at Connor, the alpha gestured towards the moon, the redness nearly diminished. Harry took over, the words catching in his throat, reluctant to utter them aloud. "You were born an alpha, and now it's time to return to an alpha before, before...." Harry chokes the words that do not want to leave his lips. "Before I die." Louis finishes, Harry's eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Harry enfolded Louis in his embrace, holding him tightly, unwilling to let go. "But our bond, H, our mark." Louis interjected, his voice shaky.

"I know." Harry sniffled, his own tears welling up. "Are you ready?" Connor inquired, acutely aware that time was running short. Still gripping each other's hands, Harry reluctantly stepped back, their arms stretched out, Louis' reluctance palpable. "H?" Louis sobbed, and Harry suddenly found solace in Bree's reassuring arm that was now draped around his shoulder. "I love you, Louis." Harry whispered softly, a vow that would outlive the limitations of their mortal lives.

Tick-tok tick-tok tick-tok

Connor commenced his howl to the moon, and Harry, along with the gathered pack, joined in, their voices resonating in harmonious unison. However, Harry paused, taking a moment to gaze at his beloved Omega, Louis, who had yet to break their intense eye contact.

Their journey had been nothing short of extraordinary, marked by a shocking transformation that had initially rattled their world, followed by the heartaches and tears that had tested their relations. But then, their family had blossomed, ushering in an era of laughter, smiles, and an undeniable love that knew no bounds.

Louis briefly shifted his gaze to their children, who stood nearby, and then back to Harry, their shared history etched in their eyes and hearts. Louis, with a hand placed delicately on his chest blinked rapidly as tears cascaded down his cheeks. 

" No matter what, you will always be my Alpha, Harry. "

🐺🐺🐺🐺

THE END.

A/N 

Im not crying, IM NOT! 

Seriously, I would like to thank each and every one of you. Some of you who support me in every fic know how much writing my first a/b/o scared the shit out of me. I hope on some degree that I didn't fail you guys and gave this story some sort of justice. 

Suselat, your continued support has been the driving force behind the creation of this story. In the initial stages, you patiently listened to my moments of uncertainty and doubt, which ultimately spurred me on. Thankyou for always listening and pushing me to venture into a trope I was scared about. Tracey, you've played a pivotal role in refining my writing during the latter half of this journey, serving as both a guide, a beta reader, and now my friend. My gratitude knows no bounds for the both of you, and I cherish the newfound friendship we've cultivated.

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