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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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Very early chapter cuz the response from the last chapter drove me up a wall.
Also, fumbled about with collages/moodboards for the fic, loved this one made by khaoulaaasss ^ ——————
"What's goin' on?"
He stumbled out of the bed, hastily switching on the lights as he plodded to the bathroom, squinting at the sudden influx of fluorescent light. He barely suppressed a sigh at the sight of Harry hunched over, throwing up as if his life depended upon it. His face was as pale as a late winter's moon, tear tracks evident on his cheeks as he stared up at him, breaths erratic.
He helped the omega get back on his feet after ensuring he wasn't about to throw up again, pushing his hair away from his forehead. Harry was pliant, like a ragdoll, allowing himself to be poked and prodded at. Louis only noted a crack in his state of indifference when they were standing by the sink, Harry standing completely still while he sifted through the cabinets for the mouth freshener and a new tube of toothpaste.
His bottom lip wobbled before the first tear fell, streaming down his cheek with the speed of light. "I am booking you an appointment. And no amount of blowjobs is going to help you out of this." He mumbled, wetting the bristles of Harry's toothbrush, keeping an eye on the omega through the mirror. "It's not even six in the morning." Harry sniveled out, rubbing his eyes with the long sleeves of his nightshirt. "Pack doctors are available 24/7, c'mon, brush your teeth before we set off." He pushed the toothbrush towards Harry, plucking out his own from the holder. "I don't want to go. Please, don't make me go, Lou." Harry took the brush from his hand before speaking, stumbling over his words in the most enchanting way known to mankind. He looked on the brink of crying, the color of his cheeks returning with each passing second— which somewhat settled the blazing fire of worry in his stomach; not completely putting it off but waning it into an invariable ember.
"Why? They won't give you any injections if that's what you are worried about—"
"I wanna try and sleep it off, that always helps." It was hard for him to decipher Harry's facial expressions when the omega had his head ducked down, one of his toes tracing circles on the porcelain floor. "Always?" Harry's head shot up in a brief moment of panic, eyes wide. "Mhm, y'know in the car? And then, yesterday when I took a nap after breakfast, I woke up feeling much better."
"If you've settled into a routine for its cure then you definitely need a professional's help. Freshen up quickly, I'll go see— I'll be back in a few." He entered the bathroom again after checking on Cliff— only for the sake of Harry since he didn't need the omega worrying about the puppy wandering off. "Any better?" He asked Harry, leaning his back against the countertop. Harry uttered out a quiet 'yes', drying his face off with a towel. "Sure?" When Harry attached himself against his back, rubbing the tip of his nose against his shoulder blade nonchalantly, Louis couldn't resist the smile that took over his face because dammit, Harry was so fucking bewitching and spellbinding when he was all needy and clingy.
