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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 Harry woke up the next day, he was surprised to find the other side of the bed empty. He opened his eyes, thankful for the closed drapes that filtered the sun rays into feeble beams of light. He traced his fingers against the soft sheets absentmindedly, the sheets where Louis laid were cold to the touch— it manifestly bespoke the alpha had been awake for quite a long time.
A drowsy smile took over his face as he recollected the events that had taken place the night before, how out of the world the kiss had felt, he was pretty sure that was the only purpose of his life; to kiss Louis (that was so embarrassingly exaggerated but alas, it was what he had felt amidst the thousands of butterflies that had sprung up in his stomach the moment Louis had caressed the apple of his cheek as if he was some precious cargo).
It still felt like a dream— maybe, it was one, he mused. But the mnemonic butterflies in his tummy still flapped their wings against his insides excruciatingly. "You awake?" He craned his neck to the door of the room, squinting his eyes as the natural light of the hallway peeked inside the room along with Louis who was standing in the doorway, only his silhouette visible to him as his features were eclipsed by the blinding light.
He licked his lips before answering, mumbling out a quiet affirmative. "Good, get going then. We are going out to eat." Louis announced, walking further inside the room after slamming shut the door. He watched as the alpha went to stand in front of his vanity, fixing up his shambolic hair with the mere aid of his hands, ruffling the already tousled hair into another shamble of disarray.
"It's Christmas, pretty sure everything's closed." He responded quietly, sitting up slowly while making sure he looked presentable enough— it entailed things like rechecking his face for any dried trails of drool, picking out any crud from the corner of his eyes, and lastly, making sure his hair didn't look like a dried-up bird's nest. "There's this café opened in Blodwyn and that's where we're going," Louis said as he came to stand near the edge of the bed, smelling potently of the citrus body wash he liked to use. "Oh, and Merry Christmas, love," Louis added with a smile (the one that had the side of his eyes crinkling in the most adorable way, more so the one that tugged at his heartstrings in slow and painful pulls).
"Merry Christmas," he smiled back, carding a hand through his curls one last time before he was standing up from the bed and making his way to the ensuite. It took him a good hour and a half to get ready for their breakfast, and after ensuring he looked pretty enough, he was rushing downstairs. "Took you long enough." Louis snorted, glancing up from his phone. "I took a quick shower." He muttered in his defense, smiling sheepishly. "Didn't you just shower last night?"
"You're the one stalling time now. Let's get going!" He rushed out before dashing into the living room, pulling on his checkered, dull grey coat over the ecru-colored hoodie he had picked out in a hurry. He heard Louis' approaching footsteps when he bent down to pick up his threadbare winter boots, hastily pushing his feet inside before he was standing up straight and speeding towards the little key dish to retrieve the house keys. "We don't have to catch a flight, Harry. Take your time." Louis spoke while shrugging on an oversized white jacket, zipping it up to his neck before putting on an ebony baseball cap that did nothing to conceal his messy hair that still fell straight onto his forehead in a smooth swoop, the ends of the strands narrowly missing the top of his brows.
