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

Amalgamate

-Louis

When he swung to me, it dawned on me that Harry was in the A/B/O Dynamics building. As to why he was here is a great mystery to me. Why his father was opening the door to a room that says Administrator/Owner Des Styles spiked my curiosity.

"Louis?" He asked, face rumbled to pivot into one of confusion and maybe I am destitute of vision or imbecilic, but I could have avowed I saw anger. Which will be completely galactic right? But I've come to a mental understanding as to why that is: Harry ordered me not to go to this program. I disobeyed the rule of my Alpha. He took long meaningful strides towards me. I look down, too afraid, too ashamed to maintain eye contact.

Just then, Niall came out of the bathroom, depleting his palms on to his dark jeans creating dark streaks to soak through the material. He took his things up that was sat beside the flower vase, incognizant of Harry's presence just when his hands clasped solidly around my wrist as he pulled me towards his chest.

My hand and his hand were tied up like two ships between our chest and his face was calm but his grip was raucous and I was afraid his fingers would leave dangerously red imprints on my slim wrist.

"What the hell are you doing here?" His voice was quiet and not Alpha-like nonetheless I couldn't help but feel terror-stricken in the face of the Alpha.

Quickly I crop up with an answer but it wasn't much of one to my satisfaction, much less Harry's.

"Niall-seminar-Omega." I spluttered out. In my peripheral vision I see a fleece of pliable flaxen frizzles beside me. Niall placed his hand on my shoulder, food seemingly consigned to oblivion.

"I bought him Harry. I begged him." But Harry's eyes never left mine.

"I told you not to come here."

"I don't see the big deal." I breathe, unsure of myself is a should speak another proverb right now.

"You don't see the-" he chortled while shaking his head. He turned to Niall.

"Go home. Call Liam when you get there."

"I'm not leaving him here when you're like this Harry." That came forth to be the awry thing to say because Harry's Alpha's voice was all out brunt.

"Go. Home. Now." He all but growled out, each word a staccato. Niall seem to have an innate onslaught with himself before he removed his hand from my shoulder and legged it down the stairs, straight past the elevator in a brisk scuffle. His hand loosened until his harsh grip unbolted to have his hands at his side.

"Come." He circumduct and walked without warning with long tromps to the door his father entered moments before. With a sly motion of his wrist he enact me to stop. I waited while he went inside, engaged with the muffled conversation behind the door before he was back out, bidding me to follow after him.

The ride in the elevator was ringing with silence aside from the vextacious elevator melodies. My head was bowed in testimonial tribute of respect and Harry's hands were wrist deep into the pockets of his pressed pants.

I took the time to look at his ornamented attire. He's dressed professionally in a pressed white button down shirt with gold flint cufflinks that hung out of the pockets of his pants where his hands were enfolded. His shoes were sleek pallid Whitesnake skins and God does he look good.

Suddenly, it's like we're in our own little room. Just the two of us, my whole body has come alive, every nerve ending singing softly, electricity pulling me to him, charging between us and I know he feels it too.

"You disobeyed me, Louis. I am your Alpha, and there will be consequences for your actions." His voice is soft, menacing, and it's damned hot. My insides practically contort with potent, needy, liquid, desire. I gaze at him, waiting, eyes blazing.