Subtletys

Chapter 2: In Your Honor

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The moment Louis spotted Harry stepping through the threshold of the gym, he knew he was doomed for the rest of game. Hell, not just the game. He was doomed for the rest of the day.

His jaw dropped when he caught sight of impossibly tight lilac leggings the omega had on. They looked like a second layer of skin, clinging to every curve of his body. The omega had paired it with a white crop top with their Uni's logo splashed across the front.

That sliver of skin, slightly tanned from their volleyball camp in the summer, boldly revealed itself when the omega bent to talk to Steve, a beta substitute player. The omega's chin length curls were tucked into a scrunchy on his head and when he leaned in to listen to Steve's reply, he brushed back a loose curl from his cheek.

"Incoming!" He barely heard Liam's warning shout to his left before a ball smacked him right in the back of his head, making him howl in pain.

Niall instantly burst into cackles as Louis cupped his head, turning angrily to seek out Liam who was already high-tailing to the other side of the court.

"You're gonna pay for that!" Louis let out a war cry as he sprinted after Liam, picking up speed as he rounded on the alpha setter.

"I set a hit for you, bro! Who knew you were busy gawking at—" Louis lunged, tackling Liam to the ground before the alpha could finish his sentence.

"Shut your mouth!" He sat astride the other alpha, feeling Liam's blunt nails digging into his thighs.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The rest of the lads had clustered around and were egging the two alphas on as they wrestled.

"Stop it, knotheads!" Harry appeared, looking disapprovingly down at the two alphas as the omega put his hands on his hips. "The Staffordshire team is gonna be here any minute. Behave yourselves. Stop acting like children!"

Louis reluctantly rolled off of Liam and grumpily accepted the hand the alpha thrusted out to help pull him upright.

"You guys can let the unresolved tension loose through sports, not through immature play fighting." The omega continued to scold, folding his arms over his chest.

"Why are you looking at me and not Payno?" Louis grumbled.

The crowd dispersed as Coach Vines blew into his whistle, alerting the team to assemble and greet their friendly match opponents from Staffordshire.

"You were the one that started it." Harry said matter-of-factly as he dropped his hands.

Louis opened his mouth to argue, but he couldn't get his suddenly very parched throat to work as his eyes zeroed in on the faint outline of Harry's nipples through his crop top. It looked like the omega was wearing his piercings today...

"Look where you're going, Cap." He stumbled against Matt, the outside hitter, as the alpha steadied him.

Louis cursed the inventions of crop tops, leggings and nipple piercings all the way to the net. During the practice game, he didn't let himself spare another glance towards the sidelines.

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Louis was currently perched on top of a toilet in one of the gym's loo cubicles. No, he wasn't avoiding clean up duties. He was tired and the aching in his arm was annoying him to no end. These were valid reasons for him to take a rest, weren't they?

He should've brought his phone, he thought remorsefully, as he rolled his eyes at some of the scribbles on the cubicle walls.

His eyes lingered on a messy scrawl which announced "Would Poop Here Again". He smirked before his gaze flicked over a pun "I'm on a roll" which he was sure Harry would love. Then, his eyes travelled down and settled on the next one that said, "Tom+Patrick=Always".