My Alpha, Your Omega

Chapter 10: Getting Used to The New Normal

Harry's POV

Classes weren't daily like highschool and for that I was grateful. That meant I had more time with Louis Tomlinson. Hmmm, much a good name. Would I become Harry Tomlinson? Or will we hyphen it to Harry Tomlinson-Styles I usually hated that, but it sounded so nice to say together. Marriage? Harry stop being a 13 years old. God, I'm not that.... I'm not that stupid am I? Seeing other couples, I would often times see little tiffs that the couples would get into when going into public, but with Louis it didn't happen. If we had a disagreement we would talk. A very territorial alpha was something I wanted, but now as an adult is that too much? How much is too much and how much is nature? Louis seemed to keep in check, and was protective yet level headed, something I didn't witness at my home. Even my dad was too much when other alphas came around my mom.

As I ponder this, Louis came into the community room after his last class for the day. "Louis!" I call and wave at him while he was going for the refrigerator. He turned to me and we embraced when he got near. It's been a week and a half since we all started school. It feels so natural with Louis, like we've been destined together. Probably, with how easy it was together, it kind of freaked me out at first. I mean we would still get into arguments every now and then and I was grateful that I had an understanding alpha. Some of them would not even give their omegas a voice, but we always worked it out together.

Knowing my heat was in two weeks, we were on top of that with how we would deal with it. In the next few days leading up to it, I would spend a lot of time with him, but the second I feel extra clingy, I told Louis to take me in my room and lock it. I want him to be there in the building, but I knew it would be too difficult for both of us. After thinking about it, I was nervous for him to see me like that next month, which is why I wanted to mentally prepare now. Begging for him and seeing me not really control my body. It would be embarrassing and I wasn't ready to show him that this month.

I wanted to see what I would look like and what I would sound like during my heat and mentally prepare myself for the real thing. Not like I wasn't paying attention before, but I wanted to see how my body looked in all those compromising positions and moans of pleasure. Louis was understanding of wanting to wait, and he wanted to make me comfortable and even asked if I wanted a new toy for my upcoming heat. I said no, knowing I'll get something better in little more than a month.

His rut will hit a bit after mine, so we had to be doubly careful. So we were very aware. When he got what he wanted in the kitchen, we walked to my room. He looked really nice today in his white tee and I kept staring. I had a plain black shirt, which I loved. I liked color on other people, like Louis, but I liked black and an occasional pastel color for just a change of look.

When we got back to my room we began to chat about the day, and how some classmates didn't get we were taken. Most alphas and omegas respected scenting, but two alphas wouldn't stop trying to talk to me in class. Their names were Alex and Mike and an omega named Leslie couldn't stop talking to Louis. She was an assistant in the classroom and taken a liking to my alpha. He pointed her out a few days later and she had blond hair and was a lot taller than me. She was a beta and was gorgeous, but I knew Louis was very gay. When Louis and I were together at the lunch room or walking together to classes with the same building area I swear we would bump into her.

Not only was she awful, but the other two alphas were a head ache too. Luckily it didn't seem to faze us as we knew we were loyal to each other and this was somewhat a compliment to each other because others wanted us. We were a unit though, struggling through the essays and math tests and law ethics and ethical justice, we were there for each other. When my over bearing parents would call he would hold me so I wouldn't get too frustrated. When Diana would try to make eyes at me I try to have a casual conversation with me, I'd always hold his hand or waist tightly, letting him know I was his and to relax him.