pretty please (with sugar on top) - larry stylinson

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Three fingers deep, with his wrist crooked at an odd angle as he struggled to reach the spot that made him see stars, Harry stopped squirming.

Actually, he stopped moving altogether, his labored breathing the only motion in the otherwise still room. He stopped moving altogether because there were multiple alphas just on the other side of the door, and they were angry.

Harry could smell their frustrated, short-tempered scents seeping through cracks. The scents frightened him, as did the shouting. And the growling.

His heart was rabbiting with anxiety and desperation as he flopped onto the floor and clambored under the bed, wriggling to get into the cramped space. There was nowhere else in the room to hide, but he didn't feel safe here. He was still leaking slick and emitting heat pheromones into the air, and it was only a matter of time before the alphas found him and did with him as they pleased.

It had been a sudden thing, the door slamming, the arrival of another alpha who angered the first. They were both in the hall now, yelling and snarling. Meanwhile, Harry was naked and shaking like a leaf. Hiding under the bed. The stress was making him dizzy. None of it made sense.

"You have to leave." Harry recognized Niall's calm voice. When he growled, his tone was warning, not aggressive.

The response was mostly a mess of incoherent snarls amidst sharp insults, but Harry caught the words I'm not leaving him.

He shrank further into himself, curling up with his knees to his chest, the side of his face pressed to the floor. Tears dripped down his cheeks, his heat addled brain so sure he was in immediate danger. Where was Louis? Harry missed him. He knew Louis would make him feel better. Louis would take care of him. But he wasn't here right now.

He hugged his knees even closer and made himself as small as he could, his heart pulsing in anxiety.

He felt so alone.Three fingers deep, with his wrist crooked at an odd angle as he struggled to reach the spot that made him see stars, Harry stopped squirming.

Actually, he stopped moving altogether, his labored breathing the only motion in the otherwise still room. He stopped moving altogether because there were multiple alphas just on the other side of the door, and they were angry.

Harry could smell their frustrated, short-tempered scents seeping through cracks. The scents frightened him, as did the shouting. And the growling.

His heart was rabbiting with anxiety and desperation as he flopped onto the floor and clambored under the bed, wriggling to get into the cramped space. There was nowhere else in the room to hide, but he didn't feel safe here. He was still leaking slick and emitting heat pheromones into the air, and it was only a matter of time before the alphas found him and did with him as they pleased.

It had been a sudden thing, the door slamming, the arrival of another alpha who angered the first. They were both in the hall now, yelling and snarling. Meanwhile, Harry was naked and shaking like a leaf. Hiding under the bed. The stress was making him dizzy. None of it made sense.

"You have to leave." Harry recognized Niall's calm voice. When he growled, his tone was warning, not aggressive.

The response was mostly a mess of incoherent snarls amidst sharp insults, but Harry caught the words I'm not leaving him.

He shrank further into himself, curling up with his knees to his chest, the side of his face pressed to the floor. Tears dripped down his cheeks, his heat addled brain so sure he was in immediate danger. Where was Louis? Harry missed him. He knew Louis would make him feel better. Louis would take care of him. But he wasn't here right now.

He hugged his knees even closer and made himself as small as he could, his heart pulsing in anxiety.

He felt so alone.