Blue orbs gazed intensely at the mirror. "Stupid... Stupid... Stupid..." a soft, delicate voice muttered over and over. A hesitant hand grazes over a loose strand of hair before the blue orbed, soft skinned, delicate lad grabs the loose strand and proceeds to rip and tug until he sees the clump of hair tangled in his wrist. "STUPID OMEGA!"
*Earlier*
There was a sudden knock in the usually completely silent apartment and for a moment Louis heart began to beat harder. A friend. Someone new. A new neighbour?
The omega throws themselves out of the bed and clambers towards the door in hopes of finding a friend. With that on his mind he opens the door with what he hopes is a welcoming smile – but in reality it looks like a painful scowl.
"Hello" He yelps but the smile drops rather dramatically when he sees the large alpha in front of him, "oh..."
"Omega is there an alpha at home that I could speak with?" The man says rather politely but Louis feels as if he just did the best in his ability to insult Louis.
The atmosphere flips and a low growl erupts from the back of the omegas throat, "Theres no alpha here." Louis spits rather aggressively, taking a more defensive stance then he had a moment ago.
"Uhm Omega, when will the alpha of the house come home?" The alpha tries approach in a nicer way, Louis' scowl deepens.
"There will never be an alpha here." Louis states boldly, rolling his eyes at the man in front of him.
"Omega, the rent is overdue, this is a problem I need to discuss with who ever pays the –"
"I PAY THE BILL YOU FUC-" the omegas immediately drops to the ground when he feels a tight grasp on his neck.
Eventually after who knows how long Louis feels himself come back, with shocks of pain and flash backs the omega flings themselves up and runs to the bathroom.
"YOU STUPID OMEGA! This is why you don't trust anyone! ANYONE! Never again..." a few tears slip past the omegas eyes, "no alpha. No beta... FUCK EVERYONE!" Louis screams at the top of his lungs, "I don't need an alphas support. I don't need anyone. I'll be... I'll be my own Alpha.
• • • • • •
"Louis Tomlinson!?..." an old, run-down lady approaches the mass of chairs filled with cocky, confident over-barring alphas. Louis gets up.
All eyes land on the small petite omega, some in shock, some in disgust and some even in lust. Louis follows the lady to a enormous oak door.
"Mr. Edward, Harold and Marcel styles are awaiting your entrance, please Mr. Tomlinson," the lady grips both arms of the omega, "do not piss these men off, for all of our sakes Louis"
Louis rolls his eyes, "typical fear of alphas" he concludes before quickly opening the door and waltzing in – not missing this gasp of the woman, who no doubtfully expected him to knock politely and wait to be called in.
Three heads snap up, watching as the unethical-omega plonks himself down rather aggressively onto the plush seat situated in front of their desk. Before any of the alphas can get a word in – despite Edward opening his mouth, ready to speak – the omega slams both hands, overlapping, onto the desk.
"Alright. My name is Louis, Louis Tomlinson to be exact." He begins shuffling some papers on the desk, spreading them into three different piles.
Again one of the alphas – Harry – goes to speak up but Louis pipes up before him.
"I understand you're looking for a committed, full-time worker," Marcel notes Louis lack of mentioning the Alpha/beta side of it they wanted, "And I can confidently say that I am one of the best assistants you could have."
Edward scoffs, finally going to speak, "I see, there is a problem though my dear-"
"There's not a single problem I can see" Louis cuts in,"I'm perfectly fit to do this job and have more than enough references and qualifications to do what you require me to do."
There's a beat of silence which is when the blue orbed omega finally realises the weight of tension in the room. His eyes flicker up to the alphas, giving a tight lipped smile, "Louis, know your place." Harry grumbles, eyes locking with the blue orbed, dainty boy.
"Like I was saying, you see the problem is that we don't think your fit for this job." Marcel concludes, pushing his glasses up with an emerald ringed index finger.
"I am fit for this job, Mr. Styles." Louis decides Maybe focusing on one would be the better road to take, "I could work so well Mr. Styles, I really could!"
The alphas immediately recognised this edge in an omegas voice, they're made to learn it in school. It's the borderline whimpering voice, the warning to a storm.
"Louis, you see you may be the most amazing assistant in the world but there's One thing you'll never be-"
"WHAT!" Screams Louis, throwing his body up, leaning over the desk and slamming his fists on the table in the process.
"An alpha." Edward growls, pushing Louis fists off of the desk. "You've already showed you have the tendencies of an omega, and lack of professionalism – you are not fit to be our assistant"
Marcel, once again, noted the fire-like look that enters the small omegas eyes. "Omega..." he whispers under his breath when their eyes meet for a second, hoping to calm the coming storm – it didn't work.
The omega quickly grabs all the papers and shoves them roughly into his bag, tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, heavy breathing erupting from his lips. Harry's eyes follow his every move, quite amused, at least until he saw the omegas determined face staring directly into his.
"I'm head of the 'Omega Rights Activists'," Marcel, for the third time, notes Louis' act towards it. How he hides behind his status. But nothing could prepare the alphas for what they heard next, "and if you don't give me this job I'll tell everyone you all forced me into omega space and then took advantage of me." He whispers, smirking at the end. All the alphas stare back blankly
"Fucking omegas..." Edward whispers.
Louis leaves with a very big smirk left splattered across his face.
