Gloria Regali || Larry Stylinson

Chapter Two : Exodus

Harry chose to slither out of the tent and moved out with Taylor. They were displeased with the way things panned out but had attempted to be as reasonable about it as possible. But it seemed like their attempts were fruitless. Louis was intelligent, exceedingly so but with that brilliance came arrogance and the arrogance usually overshadowed all the impressive suggestions he provided.

Louis was still outside and engaging in conversation with a commander from Arnold's side. The conversation seemed pleasant but their presence called for the man to leave. On noticing them, Louis paused and turned in their direction.

"We haven't met," Louis approached, tactfully introducing himself, one would almost assume he was waiting for Harry, "Louis Tomlinson."

"Harry Styles," he returned.

"Pleasure," Louis retorted, tight-lipped and very careful with his word, turning in Taylor's direction, he inquired about the Alpha's well being and her wife's.

"We're mates now actually," Taylor told the Omega to which he gave an impressed smile.

"I can't even handle a husband and you have a mate," he grinned, "that is, in truth, a blessing. Congratulations."

His sincerity was as clear as water. Harry could feel it drifting off of him.

"I'll meet with Karlie if I can make the time," he told her and Taylor willingly accepted the request and turned in the direction of the woman who had come to escort him back.

"I'm not a child you know, I can find my way back," he chided playfully.

"We know but you're needed to hoist the flag."

"Any of you can hoist it, Vindicta is yours before it's mine," he eased in, as Louis smiled and gave them a nod as he left.

"You are Vindicta before anybody else, come," she said and dragged him away.

Harry looked at Taylor who shook her head and gestured him to move forward away from the place towards their tents.

On reaching his tent, Harry was plunged into deep thought. This Omega was his mate from what he sensed but there was absolutely no way to affirm it at all. With the way, Louis carried himself and the things he projected it before people, he would instantly kill him if he even looked at him in the wrong way.

Concerned, he stepped into the tent and saw Niall chatting animatedly with the captain of the guard.

"Your Majesty." Shawn noticed and pulled himself into appropriation.

"I'll meet you and the others in a moment, Shawn," Harry addressed, "I want to talk to Niall."

"Of course, Your Majesty," he bowed his head in respect and sauntered out of the tent.

"What is the matter?" Niall questioned, taking a seat opposite to him, sipping from his wine.

"Louis Tomlinson is my soulmate."

Niall spat out the wine and began coughing at the proclamation. Harry quickly rose to pour a tumbler of water and handed it over to him.

"Give a man a warning," he continued coughing. "How do you know?"

How did one know?

"The dreams I used to have?" He started, looking at Niall in knowing.

"Jesus Christ," Niall yelped, "he was the Omega?"

"Yes."

"He knows about it?"

"I don't think so."