Trapezing Secret

This job was supposed to be his secret. No one was supposed to find out.

"Woah."

Harry dropped the two rubbish bags in his hands. One of the bags must have contained some spilled juice or sauce because he could feel wetness seeping into his ballet flats.

Louis' hand which had been stuffed into his windbreaker pocket revealed itself as the alpha held up his fist to knuckle at his eyes. He blinked rapidly before he rubbed at his eyes again and squinted.

"Harold?"

OR What will happen when your lazy coworker slash biggest knothead you know discovers your secret? Omega Harry doesn't get the time to ponder his answer.