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all this devotion

Summary:

He takes a deep breath. "So this party?" he says, eyes firmly on the road. "I'll do it, if you want."

"What?" Louis says, voice quiet beside him.

"I'll come to your sister's party. It's going to look weird if I don't now, right? Like, she'll wonder what happened."

"I guess, yeah. You don't have to though, I get that it's weird. Pretending to be my alpha, my boyfriend," the omega says, not understanding what Harry is just now fully realising for the first time.

He wants to be that. More than anything.

or, Louis is Harry's work wife. The already blurry lines of their friendship are smudged further when they get caught up in a web of lies.

Words: 38,047

Author: princelouisau on Ao3

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Harry is late.

He slept through his alarms (all ten of them), got stuck in traffic on the motorway (shocking), and then couldn't find a place to park (despite having his own space). So now, here he is, in the lift twenty minutes after his start time, without his usual coffee and sorely missing the caffeine. Also, feeling a little bit like punching Michael from accounts square in the jaw for parking his stupid fucking Tesla in his space.

The lift opens onto his floor and he steps out of it quickly, checking his watch for the hundredth time.

"Thank god you're here, I was just about to call you," a soft voice calls from the reception desk, bringing a smile to Harry's face for the first time this morning.

"Scared you'd miss me too much?" Harry asks, forgetting that he's supposed to be rushing and stopping by the desk, leaning against it and fiddling with one of the pen pots.

Louis, exasperated, bats his hand away. "No, scared you might miss the emergency nine thirty meeting your uncle called five minutes ago. Rough morning? You look awful."

"Such a charmer, omega. I overslept. What sort of mood is he in this morning?"

"Terrible. He's threatened to fire me three times already," Louis answers, eyes roaming Harry's figure, frowning. "Who the fuck dressed you, a toddler?"

Harry looks down at himself, confused. And, oh, fuck. His tie is all crooked, barely even done up, and his shirt has a stain on it from god knows what. "I was in a rush! You're being awfully rude this morning, I thought work wives were supposed to be nice."

Getting up from his chair and rounding the desk, Louis is rolling his eyes at him. It's hard not to find it endearing. "You started the work wife thing, I don't recall agreeing," he teases, delicate hands coming up to fix Harry's tie. "And I'm not being rude on purpose, I'm just tired, he called me up at stupid o'clock asking me to get shit for him as if I'm his bloody personal assistant."

Harry frowns further, taking in the omega and the bags under his pretty blue eyes. He does look more tired than usual, usually the light of the office, practically bouncing off the walls and cheering everyone up. His uncle's actual PA, a beta called Tyler, is fucking awful at his job but the idiot won't fire him because he's the son of his latest omega conquest. "Do you want me to talk to him?" Harry asks quietly, concerned.

Louis shakes his head, patting Harry's chest gently when the tie is sorted. "No, you know what everyone's like. I don't need the gossip that comes with getting an alpha to fix everything for me, especially not the boss's nephew. Thank you, though," he says with a small smile. "You're a good work husband," he adds teasingly, taking a step back.