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

Incalculable (prt1.)

-Louis

All I could think upon was a weeping Niall, begging and pleading for his Alpha to 'breathe!' I didn't think twice before calling out the code. Harry's body went whist as Liam's.

His shoulders elevated and lowered with each deep breath that he took. Anne and Des ran down to spun-out staircase, Anne's arm came around me but still my eyes remained on Harry. He abided over Liam, head bowed down, facing the unconscious boy. Des quickly made way to Liam's side inadvertently pushing Harry out of the way to gain access to the torpid Alpha's chest. What should I do next? Harry is now looking at me, with stark eyes.

"You've got to green him, love. He's okay now." Anne rub at my ossified shoulders.

"Green." I muddled out, though loud enough that Harry heard it. Harry's eyes invigorated as he became functional of his zombie like state. In an honest matter, it was scary.

"Call the ambulance, dear." Des said from where he was stooped behind a bleeding Liam, pinching the bridge of his nose while doing so, expeditiously Anne left the room.

"Louis, get here and keep his head elevated." Hastily I went over to my mate's mate, doing as Des said, nursing Liam's head on my lap. Des got up, grabbed a passive Harry and removed him from the room.

I can't help but let my mind roam when they both left, my hand softly stroking at Liam's rumpled head as I look fixedly at his puce blood staining the once pearly tapestry.

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Harry is a no show at the hospital. Des had business to attend to at the A/B/O building. Occupation never ceasing to amaze me.

Niall was swaddled into my side, finally asleep from his constant bawling. After the ambulance came I dialed his number. He was at Liam's when Liam said that he was going out. Before I even got the chance to explain what happened, he had fallen apart. He came running over as soon as the words of importance left my mouth. As he came, Liam was being lifted into the back of the ambulance with urgency. Anne then  drove us here, not telling me where Harry has a left off to (the glory mobile gone.)

Unfortunately, Niall and I both were forced to answer questions which we were uncomfortable with. Dr. Lambertis has yet to inform us of Liam's current condition, only coming out to let us know that he has to undergo surgery.

I miss Harry, I pine the comfort of my Alpha. I have tried his cell so many times that the outlook of my call log seems desperate and pathetic. I still summon into mind the barrenness of his eyes when he stared at me, devoid of all emotion. but, I did the right thing, just as Anne has told me countless times. If only I can believe it.

"Hey, Louis is it?" I look up to see the unfamiliar face of a boy dressed in a blue polo tucked into dark jeans.

"Um, m'sorry?"

"Ashton. Romansek?"

"Ohh, right. Hey." I make an effort of a heartfelt smile at the Alpha.

"How are you?" I asked him, wanting our conversation to be qualified. He took the seat after the one beside me.

"Fine. Just waiting for my mum to get off her shift actually. What are you doing here, where is your alpha?" I recoiled by reason of his mental acquisitiveness. I never expected him to have a seat and hold more than a 'How are you?' 'Fine.' conversation. I know surely that Harry would frown upon this.

"Um. I-His Alpha got hurt." I said looking down to Niall. "Harry. Harry should be here any moment now." I lied through my teeth.

"Oh." His light brown eyebrows tousled together.

"If it's alright, I can sit with you until then?" I abhor the hopefulness bubbling to the alp of his throat when he squeaks the words out (very un-Alpha like.) Niall began to unlock his tired eyes with a jolt. Shooting me multiple questions.

"Where is he?"

"Oh my god, is he alright?"

"Liam!"

I woo at the distraught Omega and patted lightly to his quaking back that jounces with sobs.

"Hush now. He's just fine. He'll be alright."

"It's Harry's fault! I hate him! I fucking hate him!"  Niall bellowed into the dank collar of my pullover. The wounding of his words smarts like the sting of the infamous bullet ant with a sting so painful that it is like fire-walking over flaming charcoal with a three-inch rusty nail grinding into your heel. I chided my waspish mind to know that he said it out of anger.

Over Naill's tremorous shoulder I send Ashton a sad smile. Hoping he got that it was time for him to take leave. And he did.

Leaving me with a wailing and snotting Niall in the awfully vanilla washed anteroom of the most odious place that anyone would want to dwell.

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"Harry? Please pick up, Alpha. I-I miss you and I just want to hear your voice." My voice rift as I whispered into the mouthpiece of my earphones.

"Please." I send the voice message with quaking fingers. My throat feels inflexible and fastened as I am forced to hold back my distress from disturbing my mother. My Omega is a whimpering mess, mutely pleading for the attention that we both crave for our Alphas. I've been grubby sense I've left Niall at Liam's side at the hospital. He was still asleep and wouldn't wake until his body decides, but  the surgery went well and Dr. Lambertis has been a real save in the whole situation.

I took the supple blue cup of water provided by my mum up and sipped it a few times, easing the stoiled prick in my throat. I rolled onto my stomach, discarding the empty cup to the side and shuffling through my music, making choice on Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud.  This riggs to be the mistaken thing to do. The lyrics of the song is so robust I found myself drowning in my own tears, muffling my cries with my pillow.

Occasionally I'd force a wine, convoking, beseeching, pleading for my Alpha mate.