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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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Warnings- some sensitive stuff pertaining to infertility (?) and miscarriage, please skip the third segment of the chapter if you are triggered by these matters.
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As a kid, Louis had always wondered where the stars got their light from. At the fine age of ten, he had discovered his new hobby: stargazing. That pass time more or less stayed with him throughout his life, from catching a meteorite shower in late 2015 in the deep forests of Caspia to espying the milky way band out of the blue, he never truly believed that there existed something that could outshine the joy that had zapped through his body back then while witnessing the wet dreams of any astronomy nerd. He supposed seeing Harry writhe below him could totally rival those moments. "Happy birthday, love." He leaned down to press a light peck across Harry's flushed cheek, relishing in the shaky exhale that the action elicited from the omega.
"A great way to start off my birthday," Harry mumbled against his lips, circling his bare arms around his neck. "Wanted to go along with breakfast in bed but felt as if giving you a rim job would please you more than burnt pancakes or overly-salted eggs." Harry laughed, a genuine one that told Louis it was great that he had gone along with his gut instinct. Eating out, sexually and literally, was the best option available— well, best for Harry, at least. Surely, the omega would enjoy high-quality pancakes drenched in maple syrup over a poorly-created stack of pancakes that would certainly have a subtraction or addition of some random ingredient.
Roughly two hours later, they were sitting in Harry's favorite bistro, a small-scale eatery owned by an elderly couple. "So, now that it's my birthday, do you think we could plant a weeping willow in the lawn?" Harry's tone was as serious as it could get, halting mid-bite to peer at him intently. "You do know that the roots of the tree could invade our drainage and water supply system?" It was a rhetorical response that brought a deep frown to Harry's face. "It takes a plant more than a decade to grow fully."
"If you like willows that much, I could take you to a place that is absolutely surrounded by them." He decided to change the matter, still not keen on planting a deciduous plant in his lawn. "Willows are dormant in winters," Harry responded matter-of-factly, pushing a forkful of pancakes in his mouth subsequently. "I know. I never said anything about going there right now." Crestfallen, Harry continued eating his pancakes, stabbing the rogue piece of blueberry with a vigor that could rival a hungry lion. He looked genuinely upset. How not planting a tree could influence someone's happiness was still out of his brain's reach, but he supposed he could, at least, make some efforts to bring a smile on Harry's face. A smile suited him better, with the dimples and all. "Liam texted me, the pup's all good, so far."
The mention of the baby did lighten up his features, but only in the slightest. "I know, I talked with Niall earlier in the morning." Harry was slouched, unbothered by his posture for once. "I put my clothes in the laundry bin today after showering." He tried again, albeit a little weak with his content. It was a lie, a rubbish one at that, but he could always try to outrun Harry once they reached home, and actually stuff his discarded clothes in the bin. Harry furrowed his brows, peering up at him before he nodded his head hesitantly, confusion clouding his features. "Thanks?" Nodding, he went back to his own plate of food, biting his lower lip as he tried to scrounge his brain for other things that got Harry all excited and bushy-tailed. "How was work?"
