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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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When Louis finished his work, it had already been half-past one in the morning. The blue-eyed man cracked his knuckles, stretching his arms above his head with exhaustion coating his actions. He supposed he could have a lie-in tomorrow morning (technically, today). Closing the door shut behind him, he ambled his way to his and Harry's shared bedroom, scratching his tummy absent-mindedly as a soft yawn pushed past his lips.
He still hadn't gotten the chance to remove his work clothes, and as much as he rocked the whole formal look, sleeping while looking stunning had its drawbacks. He quietly entered the room, the door already left open for him by Harry. The room was lit by the bedside lamp placed on Harry's side of the bed, the table lamp casting a soft yellow over the omega's sleeping form. He stared at the boy's bare back for a good minute, letting his eyes roam around each curve and crevice of his back.
Harry always wore clothes at night. Louis had never seen him without clothes— well, except that night where he had fortuitously walked in on him changing clothes, but even then he hadn't seen him stark naked.
The dip of his spine was nice to look at, he supposed. His muscles were well-defined, not rippling out like those of a bruiser's, but accentuated flawlessly. Louis also noticed that the usual tautness he always seemed to have in his posture was absent now. He looked peaceful, tranquil. Like nothing could bother him.
Not even your ignorant behavior?
He frowned, shaking himself out of his trance before he trudged forward towards the direction of the walk-in closet. He quietly opened the wooden doors, walking towards where he kept his nightclothes at. His fingers grazed the soft material of his sweats before he thought better and picked up the jersey shorts from the shelf beside. He then proceeded to change himself out of his tight dress pants, and into the ebony shorts, which barely reached above his knees.
Thereafter, he picked up the black tank top from the shelf above, figuring Harry's nest would be warm enough, and there might be a chance of him getting suffocated with all the thick quilts and pillow. After brushing his teeth, emptying out his body fluids, he was ready to get under the comfort of his blanket (Harry's nest, really). He scrutinized the now messy nest, before he breathed out a sigh, and traipsed towards the unoccupied side of the bed. He slowly and quietly flung himself inside the protective layers of the nest, landing directly next to Harry, who merely twitched at the sudden entrance of another person in his nest.
He wiggled around for a good minute or so before he found a comfortable position— lying supine with his arms folded beneath his head. Blinking rapidly, his eyes followed the circular motions of the ceiling fan. He wanted to sleep, he really did, but he could not let his eyes rest when he was sleeping next to Harry without any barrier whatsoever. He stared at the ceiling mindlessly for a good half an hour, mind numb and misty with the sweet scent of the omega sleeping serenely beside him.
Just as his eyes fluttered close, an arm flung itself on top of his torso, followed by a leg being thrown over his hip.
