Larry one-shots

Hold out the palm of your hand

Summary: where Louis is just out of his heat, and he accidentally lets another alpha scent in their apartment, and Harry gets pissed.

Fighting, Convincing, Loving

NO SMUT

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Louis is trying to figure out how he found himself in this situation, but it's not like he can think very clearly with his body and mind this tired; eyes still slightly glossed over and lips parted to take in short puffs of breath. Well, actually , Louis may know how he ended up here, but he refuses to acknowledge how he is literally just out of his heat and, still, is seated in a closed-off corner towards the front of the class among other alpha, omega and beta classmates.

He knows he shouldn't be here, at least not right after his heat ended — because his mind is not yet cleared out, the last bits of the heat dullness still ran through his blood and, let's not forget, his mind and body are still vulnerable after heat — but he couldn't follow his alpha's scent, even tho he needed it the most.

Louis leans over Niall, who's sitting beside him, rubbing his thighs softly to calm down, and rests his head on his shoulder to breathe in his omega scent to soothe himself a bit.

Now, you see, Louis is a bright student, but today his hands are shaking, unable to grip the pen properly or concentrate on whatever the teacher is saying — and that was the reason he decided to wear a big black hoodie: to avoid getting the teacher's attention.

He feels absolutely restless and needs his alpha, right fucking now . He wants to be comforted — in his bed, sleeping, relaxing, with his alpha. Being extremely exhausted from his heat, his eyes started to get wet with tiredness, and he struggles to keep them open, having to frequently wipe them.

Louis slowly turns around to look for his alpha in the big classroom, and finds him quick enough — sitting in the last row, wearing an outfit much similar to Louis, with his best mate, Liam. Louis whines low into Niall's shoulder when said alpha, unlike any other time, did not turn to look at him instantly, but, instead, kept looking ahead at the teacher and the board.

Louis and Harry had been bonded for the last four years, and mated for the last two. Now, at twenty-two, they find themselves sitting in the same lecture hall, yearning for each other and still not doing anything about it.

Louis sniffles into Niall's shoulder and turns his head back around, slouching in his chair with a big sad pout. He bites the eraser at the end of his pencil, recalling the events of last evening.

Flashback start

Harry was sleeping peacefully in the large, comfortable nest that they had made on their bed — one in which Louis had rubbed himself excessively after Harry was done scenting it.

Louis' heat was approaching its end and they both were exhausted completely. Harry had drifted into sleep as soon as they were done changing the sheets and he had showered them both clean, hitting the bed and snoring as he cuddled Louis.

Louis was not feeling sleepy enough for some reason, and he was very hungry, so he decided to order some food.

The food had arrived about fifteen minutes later, but Louis was not in the same state now as he was before; his mind had gone back into slight heat fuzziness, making it difficult for him to think clearly, so, without registering much, he found himself standing at the door of their apartment, wearing nothing but a loose translucent shirt that reached his mid-thighs and short black shorts underneath — which weren't even visible below the shirt, opening the door for an alpha delivery man.

The delivery man stilled as soon as the door opened and he saw Louis and smelled his heat clearly — but Louis was unphased about it, didn't even realise what was happening and how it was wrong, and just shut the door in the alpha's face. He didn't realise that, now, he had a bit of his scent on him.