A Twist of Fate // L.S.

Chapter Two

Months went by, and Harry could not be happier. Finally, today was the official day that William was his. He was able to adopt the little boy he delivered, and the omega couldn't tell you how blessed he felt. After months of paperwork and background checks, Harry was able to take the boy home officially.

His family thought it was strange that he gave the baby a different last name, but Harry didn't care. Having William be a Tomlinson just felt right to him. Just like adopting the little boy. The moment he held the baby in his arms, he knew he was his.

Watching the boy grow was the best for Harry. Each milestone the boy hit gave Harry a boost of pride. They were currently sitting in the living room when suddenly a knock at his front door.

Harry placed the sleeping baby in the bassinet he had in the living room before walking to the door.

Upon opening the door, he noticed a man. The man who happened to be the most beautiful alpha he had ever seen. Standing a couple inches shorter than him, he had feathery light brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. Although he looked exhausted with bags under his eyes, Harry still found him handsome. Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of ease with the man who looked oddly familiar to him.

"Hello," he greeted with a smile. "How can I help you?"

The name in front of him shook himself out of whatever his thoughts were when he realized he didn't reply right away.

"Um," he cleared his throat. "Are you Harry Styles?"

Pausing for a moment on why this man might know his name, he replied. "I am. Do I know you?"

The stranger sighed with relief at Harry's answer. "No, you don't know me, but I've been looking for you for months. My name's Louis Tomlinson, and I believe you helped my ex deliver a baby a while back. Her name was E-"

"Eleanor," Harry cut him off. Eyebrows furrowed. "Yes, I remember. What can I do for you, Louis?"

"This might be a long shot, but do you have any information on the baby?" Louis asked. "I talked to Eleanor, and she told me the baby was put up for adoption, but you were the person that delivered the baby. So please, I need to find him. I never wanted him to be adopted, and I just wanted him to come home."

Harry stood there in the doorway, staring at the man in front of him. This Louis fellow was familiar to him because he was the father of his son. The little boy that's asleep in the living room, the boy he fell in love with instantly, the boy who has this stranger's last name.

Tears started welling up in Harry's eyes. He tried to hide his sniffles, but the man in front of him saw his tears.

"You adopted him, didn't you?" he asked, a sad expression on his beautiful face.

"I did," Harry responded, wiping his eyes. "I had no idea he had a father out there who cared for him. When Eleanor and her boyfriend said they didn't want him, I thought he was his father."

"Well, now that you know," The alpha stranger said, walking closer to the omega. "I'm going to need you to give him back."

"Excuse me?" Harry exclaimed as the alpha pushed himself inside. Harry found himself running to his son and scooping him up, holding him tightly to his chest. "You are not going to take my son away from me."

"That's where you're wrong, omega. That boy is mine, and I am not leaving here without him," he said as he walked closer.

"Please, you can't do this," Harry said, crying. "I have legally adopted him. I have raised him for the past six months. You cannot just take him back."