His Majesty (Slide Away)

16.

(A/N - Sorry for no posts. I don't tend to post on the weekends, I'm usually busy lol. Anyway, as it's a Sunday evening now, why not give you all a treat 😉)

Paul was scared.

He had locked himself in his room, laying flat on the silk sheets and staring up at the chandelier above him. To say he was scared was an understatement, and the dread of what would happen when he actually left the room...

He was scared that as soon as he opened the door, things would be how they should. John would have been told by Mimi that he would also be in great trouble if he decided to disobey her for any longer. George would stop treating Paul with respect, the beta could get into trouble too, maybe even fired!

Paul had only been here for three days, and yet he had already caused so much havoc and distress to everyone else. He always seemed to cause upset and trouble, maybe if he was to do what he was told...

He could hear what was going on in the drawing room, only slightly, but he still could. John had re-entered the room, with what sounded like a rather agitated voice.

"Is he still in there?" John asked Stuart.

"Yes, sir. He is."

"Has he left at all?" The Alpha questioned.

"No, your highness... He has been in there since you left."

John sighed, very loud.

"Macca... Please come out... I must talk to you."

Paul's eyes flew wide open, and tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. It was really happening, John was going to scold him too.

Although John was actually very concerned, Paul could not see that. He had somehow managed to convince himself that John was going to yell at him, and treat him how an Omega should be treated. The idea was like a stab in the chest, and he couldn't help letting out a sob.

"Paul...." John repeated.

With a sniff, Paul sat up. He knew he had to face up to what was going to happen to him, as he couldn't leave. He had nowhere else to go. The Omega was stuck, as going home was not an option either. So with slow footsteps, Paul managed to drag himself over to the drawing room doors, and hesitantly opened them. John was now alone, Stuart not in sight.

With a shaky breath, Paul bowed his head to the floor, before going down onto his knees. He didn't dare look up, he knew it would remind him of what everything was like just the day before.

"Oh, my darling..." A sad voice whispered. "Please don't do that..."

Paul looked up in confusion.

"W-What...?" He asked timidly.

"Come head." John replied back, his voice barely above a whisper. His arms were held out wide, and Paul gladly threw himself into them. "You don't have to kneel to me, Macca..."

Paul just whimpered into John's neck, as the two of them stood in the doorway. The Alpha caressed the hair at the back of Paul's neck ever so gently.

"She didn't mean it Paul. I won't let her do anything to hurt you, Macca..." John spoke with determination. "Over my dead body... You're a part of this family now, Omega or not...."

Paul abruptly pulled his head back, staring John in the eyes. It was silent for a few seconds, until Paul's head began to inch forward. He was slow, and his eyes were still open, as well as his mouth being closed. Paul was trying to see if John would move too, and thankfully, John did just that.

When their lips joined, both boys closed their eyes, feeling eachother's lips on their own. John's lips were softer than he imagined, and so soft. They were honestly like heaven.