makin' it big (stylinson)

one

it was winter when i first spotted him. delicate curls with bright green eyes, and a charming little smile on top. that alone caught my attention.

sure, he was a relatively fit freshman boy.

but he had this tiny little belly that poked through his teeshirts, and to me...it was simultaneously the cutest and hottest thing on earth.

after taking interest, i had found out his name was harry. he was a very outgoing omega, but only had a small group of friends, whom he was very close to.

it was already christmas break before i even got to talk to him, or befriend him. so i had no choice but to wait for him.

in the new year when school started back up, i was dumbfounded when i first saw him again.

with all that overindulging on christmas goodies, the weight gain was very evident.

he had to have gained at least ten or fifteen pounds over the holidays, though his confidence didn't falter one bit. he was the most confident omega i'd ever seen, and as an alpha, that drove me wild. as did his figure.

his tummy had filled out, and none of his clothes fit him properly. his newly plumped belly pushed against every shirt he wore, and his pants looked like the button was about to shoot across the room.

his ass looked phenomenal in those black skinny jeans, and his love handles looked so squeezable. with a body like that, he needed to keep gaining weight. or at the very least keep the weight on. he was stunning.

i needed to get to know him. hopefully that'd be okay with him. most omegas wouldn't dream of turning down an alpha, but then again, most omegas don't carry themselves with harry's confidence.

on our first week back i approached him at lunch, quickly confused by his sad excuse of a meal. a salad, with an apple and a bottle of water.

was he seriously planning on losing the winter weight? my heart dropped. he was perfect. absolutely perfect as is. how could he ever think otherwise?

"ello love, i'm-"

"louis," he said with a smile, already knowing who i am, which left me surprised, "hello."

"you know me? we're not even in the same year," i pointed out, furrowing my brows.

"when an alpha drools on himself when passing you in the corridor, you notice," he replied confidently, putting down his fork and turning towards me.

he was even prettier up close, his pink pouty lips in a little grin. his beautiful emerald eyes had flashes of blue in the middle. he was the prettiest omega i'd ever seen.

"that obvious, huh?" i replied, looking down nervously. now i was intimidated.

an alpha—being intimidated by an omega. what the fuck was wrong with me? i wasn't used to such confidence from an omega. harry styles did something to me.

"eh i'm observant. but you took the footie team to championships. how could i not know your name, tomlinson?" he brought up, stroking my ego a bit before going to open his bottle of water.

"honestly forgot about that," i replied, looking back up at him and getting lost in his soft pink lips on that water bottle.

"you're creepier up close," he giggled, and one of his friends at the table took notice of my presence at the sound of those words.

the guy looked quite skeptical of the interaction, seeing as i'm the quarterback and harry's not exactly the straightest guy around. the football team didn't have the greatest track record with homophobia.

"it's harry, right? you're prettier up close," i replied, quickly taking my eyes off of his beautiful lips, after his previous comment. i focused my gaze on his gorgeous green eyes instead.

a blush coated his cheeks and he shyly glanced down at the table before responding.

"harry, yeah. but everyone calls me styles," he mentioned, "why aren't you with your jock friends?" he challenged, raising his eyebrows as his pretty emerald eyes flickered over to my usual table.

he even knew where i sat.

his tone spoke for him, unsure of why i was really here. half of him was unsure if i even accepted him for who he was. he had caught me checking him out, he should know i'm not straight. i'm an alpha, he's an omega. c'mon styles, use your head.

"more my teammates than they are my friends," i replied truthfully, "they can be real assholes."

"thank fucking god you're aware," a raven haired guy said from next to harry, "hey mate, i'm zayn." the curly haired boy then turned to his friend with a pout on his face.

"hey, this one's mine," harry stated, hooking his arm with mine and sliding closer to me, "where's your lunch?"

"back at my table, actually," i informed him. when he looked up at me, we were now almost uncomfortably close.

it should've been extremely tense and nerve wracking, but it was the opposite. i just wanted to be closer, he was so fucking magnetic. i could feel his breath on my lips, and watched as a cheeky grin spread across his face. prominent dimples were on both of his cheeks, as well as a few freckles scattered over his nose.

he was so pretty.

"that's too bad, tomlinson. i was planning on keeping you," he nearly whispered, for only me to hear, as his hand went on my thigh. i didn't expect him to be so open.

before i knew it, we were in an empty dark classroom, grinding against each other on the teachers desk with our tongues down the other's throat.