State of Grace » stylinson

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"What are you doing here?," growls the Alpha on the other side of the counter, bristling more and more as the seconds tick by. "I think I told you to be careful," he adds, taking a step forward, Louis taking a step backwards. "Can you not follow orders, pup?," he asks, eyes flashing dangerously, and Louis accidentally gasps when his back suddenly hits the door that he came in through.

Louis doesn't have the wherewithal to judge how the small sound would effect the Alpha, and doesn't have the instincts to react before it's too late and he's being crowded up against, crushed into the door. "H-Harry─," he gasps in surprise as he is lifted off of the ground, wrapping his legs around the strong body of the Alpha. "What're you doing?," he asks slowly as Harry starts to burrow his nose into his neck, digging his fingers into his sides like he can't hold on tight enough.

"You should not have came here...," Harry murmurs, fighting with his own body, shaking his head from side to side a bit, tickling Louis' face with his long hair, "Should not have. Can't hurt you- You have to l-leave." Louis doesn't even comprehend that Harry has let go of him ─ his sides will probably be bruised from how tight his grip had been ─ he just subconsciously tightens his legs around the Alpha's waist, tucking his own face into his neck against his better judgement. "What─"

"Don't make me leave," Louis interrupts, becoming nearly nauseated by how pungent Harry's scent is becoming. "Cold...," he garbles, suddenly aware of all the hairs on his arms standing on end, goosebumps littering his exposed skin. And the tight grip is back, only this time it's all over his body, trying to warm him up.

Louis' whole body shudders, betraying him as he reacts to the Alpha ─ an effect of the Claim ─ and he tilts his neck in open submission, an invitation. "Why... are you out... in October... without a jacket," Harry growls, nipping as Louis' neck every other word to emphasize his disapproval, which makes Louis' crumble; the idea of displeasing his Alpha. "Why are you crying? I'm scaring you, aren't I? This-This is why I wanted you to stay away!," Harry tries to say calmly, but his voice goes between a whisper and a growl, with a light Alpha timbre that makes Louis whimper, digging his fingernails into Harry's shoulders. Peeling away as little as possible, the Alpha takes off his coat, a lovely denim thing, laced with warm cotton, and ticks it onto Louis' haunches shoulders.

Sniffling a little, the Omega snuggles his arms into the armholes and tucks his nose under Harry's jaw, moving his hands from his shoulders to his exposed collarbones, his fingertips dipping inside. "I couldn't stay away," Louis whispers, shaking his head, "I d-don't know why, but I just-just c-couldn't control myself-f! I just ended up here be-before I knew what I was doing!" Harry growls again, eyes darkening as his instincts begin to cloud his mind with the need to protect his Omega.

Without a sound, Harry grabs Louis under his bum and spins them around, only walking for a moment before he's sat Louis down on the cool surface of the cash register table. He keeps himself wedged between Louis' legs, holding the back of his head in his hands. "I'm sorry that I did this," he huffs out like it physically hurts him to say. It has the same effect on Louis, who continues to pitifully cry, shaking his head quickly, chin scrunching up. His Alpha regrets Claiming him? "Please, stop crying, pup," Harry murmurs, trying to soothe Louis, rubbing up and down his spine. He has an idea, but it's a long. "Be good for your Alpha, okay? Can you do that? Stop crying and be a nice little Omega," he slowly coaxes, continuously rubbing Louis' back as he actually starts to calm down. "Good... Good," he praises, and Louis preens, though he still hiccups every few seconds.

"I'm g-good," he laments, hugging onto Harry for dear life. Harry hums in agreement, touching his cheek, soft as a feather. "Don't regret me, r-right?," he snivels, and Harry notices how his whole body is shaking. He doubts it's from the cold.