Baby Honey

July

"Is that Louis Tomlinson?" Niall shouts in his ear over the booming bass of the club music. He points over Harry's shoulder, bouncing up and down to the beat.

Harry's head has never turned so fast in his entire life. He nearly passes out right then, because across the club is the actual Louis fucking Tomlinson. Otherwise known as the charismatic pop star alpha Harry has been crushing on for years. Harry grips Niall's wrist hard, pulling him closer to scream.

"Oh my god, Niall! That's him! That's actually him! Oh my god, I'm gonna throw up!"

His friend laughs loud and bright. "Don't do that ya cunt! How're you gonna go talk to him if you're throwing up?!"

Harry balks, eyes bulging. "Talk to him?! Are you mad? I can't do that!"

"Sure you can!" With that, Niall uses Harry's grip on his arm to pull the taller man towards Louis and his group of dancing buddies. When Harry lets go of him in a panic, trying to pull away, Niall grabs him by the elbow and shoves him forward.

Of course, Harry trips right into his celebrity crush.

"Woah there love, you alright?" Strong, albeit small, hands hold him around the waist, steadying him. Harry knows that voice, he'd know that voice anywhere. Flushing, and hoping the group of alphas and betas can't smell his embarrassment, Harry takes a step back.

He's caught in place by electric blue eyes, the very same that stare at him from the poster taped to his wall. "Uhhhh, sorry I, my friend he–" he looks back over his shoulder, but Niall has disappeared. "Well, I didn't mean to run into you. I'm sorry." He can't decide whether to keep his gaze on the singer or look down at his shoes in shame. He picks the latter, scuffing his toe against the sticky floor of the club.

"Hey, it's okay." Louis tips his chin up with a warm finger, startling a gasp from the curly-haired omega. In the flashy coloured lights, his smile seems to glitter with the edge of something dangerous. It takes Harry's breath away. "Would you like to dance?"

Wordlessly, he nods, allowing the shorter man to lift his hands and place them on the alpha's shoulders. His head spins, but he knows it's from more than the alcohol. He can't believe he's dancing with the Louis Tomlinson. A world famous pop star has their hands curled around the small of his back, their chests pressed close as they sway to the music.

As the song speeds up to something more high tempo, Louis leans in close, his breath hot against Harry's neck and making him shiver. "You said you came with a friend. Is he–?"

"Oh!" Harry pulls back, losing himself in those blue eyes once more. "No, Niall, he's just a friend. We just wanted a night out."

"Well lucky for me we ended up at the same place. You're very beautiful."

Harry feels the blood rush to his face, hates the way he flusters so easily when he's drunk. "Thank you, Louis."

The alpha raises an eyebrow. "I see you know my name, but I still don't know yours."

"I'm Harry! Harry Styles!"

Louis laughs, twirling Harry around with one arm. "That sounds made up!"

Harry is giggling too, but he pouts teasingly as he spins back around to face Louis. "It's true! That's my name!" He pulls his hands from the alpha's, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Okay, okay! I believe you! Come here!" He pulls Harry close against him, pressing his smile into the warm skin of Harry's neck. Harry breathes in sharply at the feeling, turning his head to the side to provide the alpha with more room to explore. Louis scents him unashamedly, breathing deep against Harry's pulse point. The action makes the omega shiver, arousal spiking hot and sudden in his blood.