"You're an omega, Louis."

Part 2

This is Loueh

This is marceleh

This is for later 😉

Also thank you to the two lovelies who were commenting. Not very happy with this but I hope you guys are xx.

The omega walked out with the shit eating grin spread splintering across his face; he strides down the hallway, cutting his eyes at some of the alphas who were still waiting for the moment with the three top alphas.

"Idiots." He thinks to himself, smiling as the cold air hits the soft skin around his face. Louis quickly buttons up his – rented, cheap – Gucci suit, stuffing his hands carefully into the pockets of the patterned suit.

He trudged over towards the nearest café, whipping the door open rather dramatically – earning himself quite a bit of attention – before he continues to drag his body rather gracelessly to the counter. A quick glance at the board and the omega immediately sees the expensive prices on all the drinks. Shit. The small lad blinks a couple of times, frozen, before he orders the cheapest coffee he can see.

After being told he can go and sit Louis found himself scowling at the beta who had suggested it – claiming it was him suggesting the omega couldn't wait or stand for too long – before actually taking up the offer and going to sit in the corner of the small café.

The tiny omegas eyes suddenly light up when he feels the weight of his small phone in his pocket, realising he can now message his favourite people. It takes Louis awhile to send of the message to his first person – Liam – but he just wanted it to be phrased as perfectly as it could. He wanted Liam to want to talk to him. He needed it.

Louis: Dearest Liam; I do hope this evening has given you everything you wanted from it – and much more! You see I had quite an interesting evening, went for a very prestigious job interview. I know I'll get it. They loved me. Anyway Liam, when you are free please do find the time to reply. Regards, Louis.

Louis' eyes are like the sun when he sees Liam come online, but a stab of hurt is followed when a few moment later Liam is offline again. He quickly cheered up again when he convinced himself that Liam was just busy at the moment. At least he did for a moment, but the moment after that had Louis gripping at his chestnut hair and whimpering at himself for being a stupid omega. "He's not replying because you're a desperate stupid little omega! He thinks you're weak! HE HATES YOU!" Louis inner voices scream.

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Group chat *sucker bitches*

Members; Niall, Liam, Zayn. Liam:

*screenshot of Louis' message*

Liam: the angry omega is messaging me again... I just ignored it but if I don't reply he'll call me... again.

Niall: Lima, just tell him ur an alpha and he'll piss right off... hates them.

Zayn: why and how did you two even start messaging, idiot 👏🏼🙄

Liam: remember, I was drunk and put a hookups number in wrong and in the morning saw that I'd message the kid.

Liam: I explained everything and then after he just started telling me random stuff I didn't care about. The weather of the week. Funny x-factor auditions. He wouldn't let me go and ever since he has been messaging me.

Liam: he asked me to join the omega activist thingy and that's when I realised he thought I was an omega. Ever since I've just been going with it. He won't leave me alone.

Zayn: the boys probably lonely Liam, don't string him on.

Niall: hey Liam, message him back.

Liam: no.

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The omega glances up when he feels eyes burning into his skull and for a moment his heart drops out of his chest.

***** Marcels P.O.V. *****

(Marcel and the other triplets refer to Louis as "the omega". Dehumanising him.)

Marcels eyes are trained on the delicate omega in the corner of the store. He looks slightly distressed but he shrugs it off, more interested in his need for caffeine based beverages. He quickly makes his way to the counter – ordering a double espresso – and then going to the only available table, in the corner... next to the omega.

The omega bluntly avoids eye contact with the small alpha, playing with his phone or clicking his tongue. Marcel, however, pointedly observed Louis. From the fake Gucci suit (Louis thinks it's real D:) to the overly gelled locks of chestnut hunny brown hybrid hair. If the omega would look his way he'd be able to observe his iced sea eyes but of course his head stays down. The call of his drink breaks the trance that consumed marcel, he leaves to get his drink.

***** Back to Louis *****

The voice in Louis' head fades out when he gets a blaring notification on his phone, instead it's replaced with an almost electric spike of excitement and happiness.

.Zayn: im free tonite

Like a shot of lightning, louis replies.

Louis: dearie, come to mine.

Zayn: aight, ill cum round past 11 The smile that graces louis' flushes face was indescribab-

"Dearie? Old fashioned are we?" Marcel queries while placing his drink on the barely lit wood table. Louis pulls his phone protectively towards his chest. "There's nothing wrong with be classy.. something you oBviOUslY lack!" The omega replies harshly, moving aggressively further away from the alpha.

For a moment they both sit in silence, until the alpha leaves his final two cent before walking out again.

"Oh so it's classy to blackmail your way into a job?"