Omegaharrystyles Stories

*This story is based in a book "Will you forever be the prize I am aimlessly trying to win" "Is that all I am to you? A trophy?" "Oh, darling, a trophy implies that I won it, earned it, deserve it." He leans in farther, a certain reverence in his gaze. "But if i get to have you, it will be because you let me."

"What're you doing pup?" Louis asks quietly, doesn't want to destroy the soft bubble they created. "'m making a playlist." He answered. "With like uhm songs that remind me of...us." Harry squirms and Louis immediately releases calming pheromones to let the omega know it's okay. "Yeah, show me?" Louis asks and Harry slowly hands his phone to Louis. 🧦 or the one where they make a playlist and it works as a makeshift nest when Harry has to go away for a couple of days and is anxious to be without his alpha.

"Oh my God..." Zayn whispered, his hand flying to his mouth. "They're together,"They... they don't want to be separated." "He... he's pushing him towards us, he wants... he wants us to take him." "he'd rather lose him than see him stay here." ------- "How did they get into our apartment in the middle of the night? We need to call the police!" "Zayn, I... I think it was them." "What? What are you talking about, Liam?" "Did you notice the colour of their tails? One was grey, the other black with a white ring... just like Will and Marcel." "Oh my God...But... how?" "I have no idea," ------- Zayn and Liam think they are just making a simple adoption: a cat, a loving home, a quiet life. But at the shelter, their attention is drawn to two silent and inseparable felines with troubling behaviour that hide a secret no one has taken the time to uncover. By bringing them home, they are not just saving two cats... they are welcoming two hybrids traumatised by their past, bound by an instinctive love. They unknowingly embark on a path that will lead to the birth of an extraordinary family. ------- dedicated to my cat, Sweetie, who died on October 29, 2025.

*This story it's based in a book "I know. I made it my business to know everything there was to know about you the second I saw you on the parapet." "Because that's not creepy." I let the coffee warm my freezing hands. "Can't know how to ruin someone without understanding them first," he says quietly. I lift my gaze to find that his is already on me. "And is that still your plan?" Gemma's words have haunted me for two days. He flinches. "No." "What changed?" Frustration tightens my grip on the mug. "When exactly did you decide not to ruin me?" "Maybe it was when I saw Oren holding a knife to your throat," he says. "Or maybe it was when I realised the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realised I'm fucked because I can't stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you." My breath catches at his admission, but he just sighs, lets his head fall back against the wall. "Does it even matter when, as long as it changed between us?" "Don't do that," I whisper, and he lifts his head again to hold my gaze. "Do what? Tell you I can't get you out of my head? Or speak directly into yours?" "Either."