I Want You So Much (But I Hate Your Guts)

Chapter 14

When Louis woke up, it was to the smell of freshly brewed tea and toasted bread with strawberry jam. Blinking his eyes open in momentary confusion, he noticed Harry sitting at his desk, phone in hand and a small breakfast arranged on the table in front of him. His head snapped up and towards Louis, though, as soon as he realised he wasn't the only conscious person in the room anymore.

They shared smiles, wordless and tired. Louis wound the duvet tighter around himself and sat up to lean against the wall, making grabby hands for his cup of tea and Harry graciously complied and handed it over.

Louis didn't feel much like talking. However confounded he might have been upon waking up, seeing Harry, relaxed, in just his underwear, sitting around his dorm room and feeling the lingering ache in his own body from two days of sex and little else reminded him quickly of his situation. All the trouble he would have to face today and all the consequences that would surely follow him for a long time yet ...

But the tea was good for now. And Harry's company was better. The silence that engulfed the room was anything but stifling. Instead, Louis felt comforted by just the certainty of Harry being here, with him, caring and attentive and present.

Louis knew what he had to do, and soon. Still, despite the panic and dread and utter terror that were turning his stomach sour, he couldn't help but be overly glad that he had Harry. His Alpha. Knowing that no matter what the day would bring, Harry would stick with him was the only relief he could fathom of finding right now.

And truthfully, yes, they've not actually talked about anything yet. In fact, they hadn't even broached the whole "He's my Alpha, I'm his Omega" business at this point. But then, Louis knew what he wanted and he knew how Harry had acted in the last days. If he hadn't been just as sure and confident in his feelings, he wouldn't have stayed in the first place. When Louis had called him Alpha, Harry hadn't hesitated to accept. Accept the fact, the truth, Louis and everything along with that. Still, that was a whole other topic that needed talking about. Just not today, not now.

"We should take a shower," Harry offered up after a while, sniffing the air and wrinkling his nose as if to emphasise his point. Louis snorted, but agreed readily. He ate up the last of the toast Harry had prepared, considering it to be the greatest food he's ever consumed, although that could just be because he hasn't eaten properly and consciously in a while, before standing up and grabbing his towel.

They went showering separately, mostly to hinder themselves from doing more than just cleaning up the messes they've already made. After the heat they just shared, Louis knew a barrier had been broken down. There was nothing holding them back from each other any longer. Louis wouldn't have to keep his Omega-secret, since it wasn't really a secret anymore, but most probably common knowledge to everyone that mattered and cared. The consequences would come rolling in anyway, which is why Louis wouldn't even bother with restraint. If everything else was going to be taken from him, then he would at least grab at this one opportunity of love with both hands.

It took them a while to get themselves properly in order. Since Harry didn't have any fresh clothes with him in Louis' dorm, he borrowed some loose joggers and a hoodie that was oversized on Louis anyway. Louis made the effort of actually wearing some nice, dark jeans and a cosy, woolly pullover. He knew that Coach Collins wouldn't care, that the conversation they were about to have would be unpleasant whatever clothes he was stuck in, but Louis was all for leaving at least a dignified impression. He knew he had catapulted himself into this all alone, that he deserved all the harshness and punishment for breaking so many rules so severely, but he wouldn't just give up on himself because of it.

He had a right to defend himself. And he would use it, too. It most probably would be for nothing, in the end, but it had never hurt to try. Louis was too young, too talented, too stubborn, to just resign himself to the unavoidable.