THE FINALE is here! Hope you enjoy the sap, the smut, the giggles and of course, the jealousy :)
BTW, this isn't the LAST chapter, just the last chapter to the main story, more bonus chapters are coming!
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TWO MONTHS LATER (DECEMBER)
"And we're live! BBC here with Louis Tomlinson, captain of Brunel University's volleyball team and also winner of the annual Winter Cup curtesy of the British Volleyball Association. Louis," The hyper reporter, an omega named Gibson, thrusted the mic under Louis' nose with so much force that the alpha grunted lowly in pain.
"Oops! Sorry! First time 'M doing a big gig." Gibson giggled nervously as Louis massaged his nose.
"What was the question again, mate?" Louis asked, waving Gibson off as the omega reporter hastened to read off of his flashcards.
"Could you tell us your thoughts on the competition? Your motivations? How your team managed to beat the long-standing champions from Lancaster?"
"That's a load of questions, Gibby." Louis smirked at the camera.
"First off, I'm not gonna act humble." He snickered. "We won coz me lads put in the hard work. We practiced more than anyone else and we deserve this. Each team member worked their way to be here today and I think we have every right to take this beauty home." He turned to snatch the polished silver cup from Coach Vine's vice like hold and brandished it at the camera.
"Is your coach your main motivation?" Gibson prompted, glancing between Louis and a glowering Vines.
"No way." Louis shoved the cup back at the coach. "He should spare us the endless pep talks."
"Fuck you too, Tommo." Coach Vines held the cup like a newborn close to his chest.
"You asked me what my main motivation is?" He turned his attention back to Gibson. "Well," He looked right into the camera. "My team and my... Babygirl. They're the reason I'm standing here now."
He winked cheekily at the camera as his team jeered behind him. Isaac eagerly guided the cameraman in the right direction. The camera turned to pan in on Harry who blushed at the sudden exposure, holding up the volleyball in his hands to block his face out of shyness.
"Um... Hi?" The omega peeked out from behind the ball, bashful and lovely as Louis laughed.
Gibson and his camera crew wandered off in search of the opposing team for an interview, leaving Louis to seek out his omega.
"Was I hallucinating or did you call me babygirl on national telly?"
"Not national, no, just the part of the UK who cares about volleyball."
Harry pouted as Louis led them through the cheering crowd and back to the safety of the locker room.
"How come you only dare say it when you're on national telly?"
"Come here, babygirl." Louis chose to ignore this question as he pulled Harry into him.
Today, Harry was decked out in his best, long legs clad in Lacoste joggers which were a little short (they were Louis' obviously), revealing his ankles and a custom-made baby blue cropped top with the team's crest.
Before he could so much as kiss him or get a feel of those perky nipples, Harry was shoving his face lightly away, attention zeroing in on the dull pinkness of Louis' left forearm.
"Your arm is acting up again?" His omega fussed, pulling out of Louis' embrace in search of his medical kit.
"Not that much." Louis lied, letting Harry pull him down onto a bench.
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