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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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"It's bloody freezing today, do you think the workers will be okay, Louis?"
Louis snorted at the solicitude in Harry's voice, merely shaking his head in response before he sprawled himself across the expanse of the couch. "Shall I make some cups of hot chocolate for them?" Harry asked earnestly, an eager smile tugging up his features as he shuffled around till he was sitting on his haunches, upper torso leaned towards him from where he was sitting on the recliner, just adjacent to the couch. "Why don't you make me some hot chocolate instead?" He proposed, waggling his eyebrows suggestively before he stopped, an immediate blush flushing his cheeks as he mulled over his childish actions. Waggling his eyebrows? Had he really succumbed to this?
"Of course, but don't you think they need something to keep themselves warm?" He winced at the words, fully aware of the fact that he would be forced to move away from the comfort of his warm blanket and go out in the nippy evening. "They have each other to keep themselves warm, and besides, I have told them that they do not have to feel pressured to make it by Christmas Eve. I have assured them numerous times that they can take as much time as they need." He fibbed, avoiding Harry's eyes as his mind recollected the vivid memories of him threatening the workers to get the shed done before Christmas (well, three days before Christmas, so his property would be void of unfamiliar scents of other alphas by his birthday).
"B-But the hot chocolate?" Harry questioned, blinking down at him, and there it was. The pastel blue miniature scrunchie wrapped around the alabaster skin of his wrist. He breathed out through his nose, trying to be as discreet as he could while Harry was just inches beside him. Harry used the things he had bought for him. "You can make it for me?" He suggested again with a nonchalant shrug, shifting in his position a little to get away from the breathing perimeter of the omega's heady scent. "Of course, I'll make it for you, Lou. But what about the work—"
"It's their job, Harry. We can't interrupt them in the middle of it. How would you feel if someone interrupted you during— never mind, it's more about the fact that we can't interrupt construction workers while they're working."
"Why?" He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, forcing a wide tight-lipped smile as he turned around to face Harry. "Well, when we interrupt them, they throw their tools at us." That wasn't probably the most sensible thing to say, he grimaced as Harry laughed wholeheartedly, dimples and all. "Are you really this stupid or do you think I'm that stupid?"
He merely curled an eyebrow at the brazen words, pulling an offended face to masquerade the chuckle that was to leave his mouth any moment now. "Well, I like to think that the former is the truth." The residual nerves slipped away from Harry's face at his playful tone, a dimpled smile taking its place. "So, can we give them hot chocolate?" The omega questioned eagerly, bright eyes staring at him expectantly. "No. They'll probably leave anytime soon now. You can give them something tomorrow, okay?" He proposed softly, sitting upright on the couch as the blanket fell off his upper torso, laying loosely around his lap. "Okay, then," Harry murmured in response, reclining back in his spot before he was focusing on the television again.
