Subtletys

Chapter 4: But What Are We?

This time... Not only a dash of angst, but a buttload of it! Told from our beloved omega H's POV!

WARNING: A bit of unconsensual touching and scenting, please do not continue if you are easily triggered!

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"Wake up, Haz!"

Harry grunted in his sleep, swinging out an arm to fend off someone's insistent prodding.

"You promised me brekkie!" Again, Niall's voice penetrated through the pleasant haze of his sleep.

"It's already eleven for fuck's sake!"

This finally made Harry stir unwillingly. He flipped to the side, stretching before squinting against the brightness of the sunlit bedroom.

For a moment, he was almost convinced he could feel Louis' arms around him just like they were in his dream. At this thought, he reached up, tracing his finger over his lips. He found the ghost of the kiss from last night lingering there as he licked his lips, discovering the faintest taste of vodka and fudgy dark chocolate.

"If you keep sitting there and smiling like a deranged idiot, I'll starve to death and I'm blaming you for it. Carve it out on me tombstone too so everyone'll know you're the culprit." Niall flopped back onto his bed, kicking his feet much like a child before turning to give Harry his best puppy eyes.

The omega laughed, tossing away the blankets. "We can't have that now, can we? I'll give you the biggest portion so make sure you go and wake up the others."

Niall was gone in a flash, whooping in his wake as Harry trotted into the bathroom. He stared into the mirror, unable to fight off the huge grin splitting his face. He watched as his dimples sank into his cheeks in the mirror as he, once again, ran his fingers over his lips.

They had come close to kissing on many occasions. So many that Harry had lost count. There was that one time when they were stuck under the bleachers during an unexpected thunderstorm that had hit mid practice run. Also, that one time when Harry had snuck some Christmas eggnog into Louis' cocoa and the alpha ended up losing Scrabbles. Too many times they had both leaned in, eyes shining with a shared motive, the same undeniable desire.

It was there in his eyes, Harry saw it. Last night, Louis had even said that he wanted a kiss and he, being so weak when it came to the alpha, had obliged. He had wanted to tease, to test the waters, but Louis had suddenly sealed their lips and didn't stop after that.

Even though the alpha had fallen asleep on the floor and it took both Matt and Steve to carry him back to bed, Harry had been so aroused and affected by the kisses that he had stayed awake the whole night, not managing to fall asleep until the crack of dawn.

Speaking of which... He should get dressed and ready so that he could cook up the best English for Louis. Not only Louis, of course, he quickly reminded himself as he brushed his teeth, Louis and their team. He spent a few precious minutes picking out his clothes and lamented the fact that he hadn't brought his see-through blouse. He wanted Louis to get a glimpse of his nipples through the new baby pink chiffon blouse he had gotten online. Making the alpha blush while trying not to stare at him was something that he took pride in.

He settled on a white tank top with a short dark blue cardigan over it and hopped down the bed and breakfast inn stairs, gathering his curls in a headband and smacking a bit of gloss onto his lips.

He swung into the kitchen which was already abuzz with activity. Scanning the crowd, his shoulders slumped when he couldn't spot Louis' disheveled bedhead.