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Harry was told what was expected from him. He was betrothed to the heir of the Tomlinson pack even before he was born. Surrounded and raised by biddable omegas, whose only purpose in life was to serve their alphas, he became on...
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"What do you mean I am not affectionate enough?"
Louis hissed, features morphed in a tiny scowl as he leaned against the front of his desk. "What? Everyone thinks you two are just pretending to be a couple." Niall huffed out, brows pinched together as he slouched down slightly, looking the least bothered.
"That—that is not true, at all."
"Dude, you two are never seen outside together." The blue-eyed omega scoffed, a small smile twitching up his lips when he noticed that Louis had his 'thinking' face on. "That is not true, we were together at that dinner party? Remember? You scared him with your creepy personality." The blue-eyed alpha responded, brows creased in a frown as he tried to remember any other time, he and Harry might have been together outside. "Yeah, but even then, you were acting all 'I-am-your-Alpha-and-you-should-be-aware-of-that'."
Louis pulled an offended face at the accusation, narrowing his eyes at the blond, who was staring back at him with a smug expression tugging up his features. "I was not." Louis scoffed, shaking his head before he stood up straight, smoothing out non-existent crumples on his dress shirt. "Eat your food, Harold." Niall imitated a high-pitched tone, trying very hard not to burst out laughing, face flushed red.
Just as Louis was about to retaliate, Niall held up his hand to halt him as he spoke, "look, I am not trying to be nosey or something, but you have been cooping up that boy inside that house of yours. Lord knows that kid needs some human contact or some fresh air."
When Louis did not respond, the blond omega breathed out a soft sigh as he stood up. "Liam and I are going out this evening to some Italian place, be there with that boy and we can turn it into a double date. I will text you the address."
And with that, Louis was left alone, only his thoughts to accompany him.
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"'Ello?"
Harry sighed, tiredness evident in his tone as he pressed his face further into the soft pillow, seeking comfort. "Check your messages." A frown made its way on his features at the familiar voice that was tinted with annoyance. The voice was familiar, yet too distinct for his glazed-up mind to decipher. His frown deepened when his phone let out a loud beep, signaling the end of the call. The boy groaned, willing himself to turn around and possibly lose the comfortable position he had found after so much time.
Pressing his face further into the fluffy pillow that smelt potently of pine trees and lilies— undoubtedly, Louis' possession, but it was not like Louis was here to scold him for using his pillow, and besides, cuddling the pillow for a few hours would not do any harm, right? He quite liked the way the pillow calmed him from within, calmed the pit of restlessness that was augmenting with every passing second. He could stay here forever, cuddled up to Louis' pillow, laying across the whole bed in such a way that his head rested on Louis' side of the bed, while the lower part of his body rested on his. It was peaceful, or at least, he told himself so.
