My Alpha, Your Omega

Chapter 2: Comforting, Friendship, Trust, and Pixie Dust.

Harry's POV

While unpacking, I took out my favorite blanket, sheets and pillowcases and started on my bed. Nesting was so important to me. Over the decades, most omegas didn't have that urge, but for me, it was so important. It was my safe spot, my happy place, and somewhere to retreat to when I needed it. I am a confident omega, but I still had omega traits. As much as I tried to be like an alpha it was just not my DNA.

As I spread the sheets on, the female alpha from before was staring into my room with a slight grin while leaning against the frame, which scared me when I saw her because I was not expecting to see her dead eyes looking at me. I turned around to see her and it just frightened me and I yelped a bit, "I didn't mean to scare you! I'm Diana by the way. I didn't catch your name earlier.". I fake smiled as I unclenched my chest and replied with Harry. She smiled back again, "Well, catch you later! We will grab coffee in a few days?", she declared. The alpha smiled and winked at me before she turned to the hall. Diana seemed nice, but something about her felt different. Maybe it was all in my head, but she seemed to have a scary aura and was pushy.

I got my stuffed animals of different sizes and placed them on my bed delicately. They were mine since I was 15 and I loved snuggling them. The softness of the plush made me smile and went to unpack my other things. The next thing I brought out of boxes was my many pillows. Some soft, some dark colors, and light pinks. I was a bit feminine and I liked the light colors. Not knowing if nesting was just who I am or if this was natural omega behavior, I still loved nesting. I don't feel at peace if things were out of place, thus I would always tidy around. It was a problem sometimes because I would accidently mess up somebody's own space if I wasn't careful enough while hanging with my "friends", if I could even call them that. I didn't have many friends as was an outcast.

My stuff varied, some things were cute and plush and some were hard-edged and "cool". I was male with manly features, but soft in some ways as well. It was mostly an omega thing because we can carry babies just as female betas and female omegas could so that's why I held more fat than other males. Being "soft" was a curse for me. As I turned, I happen to see a full-length mirror in my room, my reflection staring right back at me. I was short as most omegas were and had soft brown curly hair. Slender frame, but somewhat curvy because my hips jutting out a bit and as my mom used to call them, my "birthing hips".

My mind went back to the light brown haired alpha. I wonder what his type is. Pondering while still staring back at me, I close my open door and locked it. Walking back towards the mirror, I started to take off my clothes sexily or as much as possible. I was trying to find my confidence as I was finally in a new place, new me. I honestly felt like a potato usually. Feeling myself and being confident didn't work well as I was pretty insecure, but a new town, a new school, so an improved me! With my clothes on the ground I stared at my face. Gentle and sweet as many omegas looked, and my messy shoulder length hair, which needed my flat iron. Noticing that it looked funny I quickly fixed it. Looking back at my eyes I always felt they looked boring. Blue eyes were always more beautiful than green and brown eyes. They were dull and I didn't really like them, but at least I had good eyesight. My neck was the next thing that I gazed upon, the mating gland was where my shoulder and neck connected on my left side. The skin was delicate and supple as was the rest of my skin. Then looking down further was my chest. Omega men were more of an unusual secondary sex in the UK, so they looked different than the other alpha and beta men. Omegas could reproduce, both male and female, and beta women. So basically omega men looked different than anyone else.

My chest was something I absolutely hated. I am a man, but sometimes didn't feel like I fit that mold. I thought mostly as a male, but sometimes like a female, but I was relentlessly teased. I liked how men looked, but I felt weird because I felt less of a "man" compared to a beta or alpha. My chest, although pretty flat, was a B cup and around my heat could go up a size! It still wasn't an issue and I didn't need a bra, but just something that made me embarrassed because of the teasing in high school.