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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 you are calling the date off?" Niall's anger was detectable through the device, making the blue-eyed man let out a wince. "I am not calling it off, it is just—"
"It's what, Louis? You cannot keep him cooped up in that house, for fuck's sake! God—"
"I am not!" Louis' voice went up a few octaves higher, anything to stop his omega friend from rambling his ear off. "I am not, I— we are at Maria's, he was in the mood for some greasy food instead of your high-class Italian cuisine." He elucidated softly, leaning his back against the polished counter of the diner's restroom. "That's good, then," Niall answered back after a beat. The boy sounded a lot calmer now, a little relaxed.
"Yeah." Louis breathed out, checking his wristwatch, noticing it had been over ten minutes since he had left Harry at the table. The boy was ought to feel weirded out, by now. "Okay then, enjoy your date."
"It is not a dat—" He was cut off by Niall disconnecting the bloody call.
He huffed out a breath, pocketing his phone in the pocket of his work trousers. Taking a deep breath in, he walked out of the room, eyes roaming around the expanse of the old diner. He quirked an eyebrow in amusement when he noticed that Harry had already ordered a drink for himself, the boy sipping his chocolate milkshake as his curious eyes peered around his surroundings, taking everything in. The green-eyed omega had his forearms rested on top of the table, as he took tentative sips, looking every bit of an angel with his doe eyes and soft curls.
He watched as the boy's gaze caught his own, green eyes lighting up discernibly in the dim lights of the diner. He quirked an eyebrow in question, gesturing towards the milkshake with a nod of his head. With mirth swimming in his eyes, he observed how the apples of his cheeks tinged a pretty pink, contrasting well with his otherwise pallid face.
"I was hungry." Harry shrugged nonchalantly once he was settled on the seat across from him. Before he could utter a reply, he sensed the presence of an alpha. "Hello, I am Evan. I will be your server for tonight. Are you two ready to order?" Louis squinted his eyes up at the brawny teenager, eyeing the younger alpha up and down before he flickered his gaze towards Harry, who was looking at the server with a polite smile on his face. "I wil—"
"He will have a cheeseburger with a side of fries." Louis interrupted promptly, choosing to ignore the confusion on Harry's face. "I am sure your omega can order for himself, sir." The teenager responded, eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Can you shut the fuck up, and mind your own business, kid?"
"I mean, there's a good chance he is not in the mood for what you ordered. So, how about you be a good, considerate alpha, and let your mate choose for himself, hm?" The dark-haired teen countered back, unbothered. "Listen, you fucker—"
"Sir, you are violating the rules of the diner. You cannot curse at any worker—"
