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"Louis?" a soft voice says from behind them.
Louis freezes.
Harry turns and sees Louise standing there, wearing one of his T-shirts, makeup smudged around her eyes, hair still messy from the night before. She's stopped in her tracks where her eyes are glued to the other omega.
Louis turns too, eyes going wide. "Weezy?"
Harry blinks. "Wait-you two know each other?"
Louise's lips twitch with something between amusement and discomfort. "Well," she says, walking into the room slowly, "when you share a womb with someone, it's hard not to."
Louis scoffs. "Twins, Harry. We're twins."
The resemblance. The voice. The mannerisms. The way they both moan. The little sounds they make when they come. Fuck.
Or the one where alpha Harry gets dumped and meets omega Louis who makes it all better. But he doesn't get his number. So Harry tries to forget about Louis by unknowingly burying his sorrows and his cock in Louis' twin omega sister. But Harry can't let either go and they're somehow okay with that.