Waiting to Exhale [Larry S. Alpha/Omega Dynamics]

Infatuated

-Louis

"Fucking hell mate, you reek of him."

Zayn covered his nose with the sleeve of his jumper and I sulked back.

"He doesn't smell Zayn, stop overreacting." Courtenay was tucked under his other arm and I sent her a small smile.

"Of course you'd say that..." Zayn grumbled, earning himself a smack on the chest.

"You smell fine Lou." Courtenay leaned into my chest and inhaled deeply. I watched her weirdly as she continued to sniff me. I sent Zayn a panicked glance and he rolled his eyes, pulling his mate off.

"Court, your freaking him out, love." Courtenay blushed before tucking her head back into Zayn's neck, inhaling him instead.

After Harry's pleasant touching session yesterday, I was now marked with his scent. Therefore chasing away Alpha's without even trying. I felt like Bella Swan and all the other Alpha's and even some Beta's were Edward Cullen. They're wanting, but yet not wanting. That kind of way. Leaving my Harry as Jacob Black. Deliciously ravishing.

Even my mother noticed it and she sniffed me all over much like Courtenay did. Only, mum was also looking for a bond mark that she oh so wished I would quickly get. I think she forgot that in order to get the mark, one must have the Alpha.

Zayn and Courtenay picked up conversation which eventually turned into an argument about her sniffing me. That then emerged into and argument about her wanting pups. I felt as though I was invading their privacy, so I slipped away and headed to Sub Omega. The bell have not yet sounded but I still made my way to West Wing.

I watch as many Alpha's recoil away from me, but it only makes me smile. I love Harry's musky scent and I wish it was tattooed to my skin.

Sketched in my mind was what he ciphered to me yesterday. His words still perfectly embedded in my memory. He sure is a fine specimen of a man in all aspects. Caring being the crown of it all.

Never would you normally find and Alpha willing to wait. It just isn't in their blood.  They act on Alpha instincts, but one Harry Styles seems not to be like every other Alpha. With his pure affectionate demeanor, he's got me spellbound.  There is nothing for me to think about. I've settled for obvious facts that not only do I want Harry, but I need him. He is now a essential prerequisite.

With my mind made up I continue my way to class and stood outside the doors until the bell sounded, not ready for more sniffing Omega's quite yet. The thought is unsettling.

"Omega, baby." I jumped as two arms snaked around my waist. At first thought, my mind quickly panicked thinking that it was an Alpha, unphased by Harry's scent. No, far from it.

As he holds me, I'm aware of that delicious current running through me, lighting me up, making me blush, and I'm sure my erratic breathing must be audible.

"My Omega, baby."

His voice is full of morning husk as he nuzzles my neck and drapes himself all over me. Wrapping me like a baby in his fond embrace. I turned to meet his stare, only to blush and look to the floor.

"No, no. You can look at me, it's fine Louis."

His fingers caresses my lower lip before he's lifting my gaze to his and I can't look away. His eyes are alluring and I can see the gold in them sprouting.

"Have you thought about it love?  About what I said?"

I nodded my head, still entranced with his gaze that's stirring something inside of me. Harry sighed and removed his hand causing me to whimper and chase after his touch.