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Harry drew in a slow, deliberate breath, the crisp morning air chilling his lungs as he strode purposefully toward the hallowed halls of Oxford University. The edifice loomed before him, emanating an aura of dark academia and opulence. Its architecture, marked by a stern elegance, spoke of centuries of scholarly pursuit and intellectual rigor.

Harry's attire was understated yet stylish, clad in loose brown trousers paired with a crisp white button-down shirt neatly tucked in. A baggy green knitted sweater enveloped his frame, accentuating his emerald eyes. A simple belt cinched his waist, accentuating its slender curve. His hair, in its charmingly disheveled state, cascaded in elegant curls atop his head, adding to his allure.

Today marked Harry's first day as a professor, a role he embraced with a blend of eagerness and trepidation. He was quite young for a professor, only 25 years old. So, it was an understatement to say that he was feeling nervous. Harry had never felt more anxious in his life. Yet, amidst his apprehension, he found solace in the verdant surroundings of the university campus, where lush greenery and blossoming flowers provided a soothing balm to his anxieties. Harry harbored a deep affection for flowers, their beauty and fragility resonating deeply within his soul.

Lost in the captivating flowers, Harry's focus remained ensnared by the greenery in the university grounds. Unaware of his surroundings, he collided with an unseen obstacle, his body teetering precariously on the brink of imbalance. Anticipating an imminent fall, he instinctively squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for impact. To his surprise, strong hands encircled his waist, pulling him back from the brink of disaster and steadying him against a sturdy chest, their presence both comforting and enigmatic.

As Harry was enveloped in the embrace of the mysterious individual, he was immediately engulfed by their intoxicating scent. The scent was deep and dark, a rich amalgamation of dark chocolate with tantalizing undertones of coffee. The scent was heavenly. Nothing short of devine.

The aroma washed over him, evoking feelings of relaxation and security, unlike anything he had experienced before. Though he recognized the unmistakable essence of an alpha, this particular scent stirred something deep within him, resonating with his very being in a way that felt both inexplicable and exhilarating. Instinctively drawn to the safety and comfort it provided, Harry found himself leaning into the embrace, his inner wolf responding with a silent but unmistakable sense of contentment and Harry had no idea why he felt so drawn towards this scent.

As Harry reluctantly opened his eyes, he was met with an arresting sight: pools of serene, azure blue, so tranquil and deep they seemed to engulf him entirely. Harry's breath seemed to hitch in his throat. Like gazing into the boundless expanse of a sunlit ocean on a serene day, the intensity of those electric eyes held him captive, their penetrating gaze leaving him spellbound.

Harry's attention then shifted to the boy's lips, thin and delicately shaped, their softness seemingly inviting. A dizzying sensation enveloped Harry as he found himself captivated by the mere sight of them.

Harry also couldn't ignore the sensation of the boy's hands at his waist, their touch simultaneously firm and gentle, grounding him. The boy's hold was almost burning into Harry's skin. The boy's hands encircled Harry's waist with a natural ease, as though they were crafted specifically to hold him in that precise moment. His soft skin tingled from where it was being touched by the boy with blue eyes. The hold was igniting a surge of electricity that coursed through his veins. Harry felt himself go 𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 against the touch.

Harry snapped out of his trance-like state when he heard the alpha's voice, a gentle yet casually concerned tone pulling him back to reality.

"You alright, love?"

"Y-yes, I'm sorry," Harry stammered, his cheeks flushing slightly as he gingerly extricated himself from the boy's embrace, feeling a twinge of reluctance as the warmth of their touch faded away. Though the boy's hands had retreated from his waist, Harry couldn't shake the lingering sensation of their touch, a faint tingling sensation that lingered as a reminder of the brief encounter.

"It's no problem. Take care, love," the boy said with a reassuring smile before gracefully stepping away from Harry and continuing on his way. As Harry watched him depart, a sense of wistfulness settled over him, accompanied by a lingering warmth in his heart.

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

The boy had called him 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 and Harry couldn't figure out why it felt so nice. The encounter had stirred something within Harry, a warmth that radiated from the depths of his being and flushed his cheeks with a gentle heat. The boys voice was alluring. Raspy yet soft. There was something so comforting about that voice. And being called 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 by that voice felt like a reward.

After a few seconds, Harry shook his head to clear the lingering haze of emotion, he took a deep breath and refocused his thoughts, determined to regain his composure as he continued on his way to class.

As Harry stepped into the classroom, a symphony of scents enveloped him, but one aroma in particular caught his attention—dark chocolate. He endeavored to maintain an air of nonchalance as he surveyed the room, a diverse assembly of students, alpha and omega alike, spanning both genders. Yet, amidst the crowd, his gaze locked onto 𝘩𝘪𝘮. In that fleeting moment, Harry could have sworn he detected a subtle widening of the boy's eyes, swiftly concealed behind a mask of indifference. Rationalizing it as a trick of the light, Harry dismissed the notion, though a seed of intrigue had been planted.

Of course, the boy was a student. He appeared to be one. Harry took a look at his attire, while trying to appear that he was assessing everyone. All the students were in a buisness casual attire, which was expected. The blue eyed boy, was wearing black jeans with a navy lapel polo shirt and sneakers. He was wearing a cross necklace aswell which Harry seemed to have missed before and Harry had to say he- well no- everyone in this class looked good.

"Hello, class! I'm Professor Harry Styles," Harry announced, his voice carrying authority and a hint warmth, he couldn't help but be a bit gentle, characteristic of his omega nature. With measured steps, he approached his desk, setting down his bag with a sense of purpose. A hush fell over the room, a testament to the respect his presence commanded, a fact that subtly pleased him. Surveying the attentive faces before him, Harry extended an invitation, " I will be teaching you Buisness Statistics. Any questions?" Several hands eagerly rose in response, prompting Harry to gesture towards a red-haired student, her status as either a beta or alpha evident to his discerning gaze.

"How old are you? Because you look young and if you're over 30, can I please get your skincare routine?" A twinkle danced in the girl's eye as she posed her question, a playful curiosity evident in her tone.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle softly before answering, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, "I'm 25."

Nods rippled through the room, accompanied by a chorus of soft "oohs," as if the pieces of a puzzle that the students had been trying to solve had finally clicked into place, resolving a mystery that had lingered since the outset of the lecture.

Acknowledging the eager student's desire to ask a question, Harry opted for an organized approach, encouraging them to stand up and address their queries one by one, ensuring each voice was heard in turn.

A blonde-haired boy, seated adjacent to the blue-eyed student, voiced his query, "Will our grades be curved, professor?"

Harry met the inquiry with a reassuring nod, "Yes, they will be."

Another student, a brunette, raised a question regarding if they had to buy any new textbooks. Harry's response was considerate, his voice carrying a tone of understanding as he addressed the class, "Not really, no. You do need one, but I'll share a PDF of that textbook with you all via email. If you want to buy it, sure. Otherwise, you can just study from the PDF."

A faint smile graced his lips as he observed the relief wash over the girl's features at the prospect of not having to purchase a new textbook. Harry empathized with her sentiment, recalling his own struggles with the cost of textbooks during his university days, often necessitating extra shifts at his job at McDonald's.

Yet, beyond the brunette student and a select few others, the majority of the class appeared indifferent to the textbook situation. It wasn't surprising, considering Harry's position as a professor for BBA at Oxford; most students likely hailed from privileged backgrounds, shielded from the financial burdens he once faced. They were all likely doing BBA so they could take over their father's company or open a new one with their father's investment. His gaze settled on the blue-eyed boy once more, a realization dawning upon him, one that he had missed before, as he noted the subtle signs of affluence, epitomized by the Louis Vuitton attire. Ah, of course. The blue-eyed boy belonged to the realm of generational wealth as well.

As the blue-eyed boy rose to inquire about the number of assignments, Harry's attention shifted, acknowledging the query with a nod of appreciation. "Ah, yes. I was meaning to address that as well. This is important! Listen up, everyone!" Harry's voice carried a sense of urgency as he captured the class's attention. "You will need to complete five major assignments, each constituting approximately 20% of your final grade. So, your final grade hinges significantly on these assignments." He paused for emphasis, ensuring his words resonated with each student. "These assignments will include a group project, an individual presentation, a long written assignment, a creative project, and an analysis discussion post. More details will be provided later." Harry's gaze traversed the room, but ultimately settled on the blue-eyed boy, who nodded in understanding.

"Will you take attendance?" A student asked.

"No, attendance will not be taken," Harry responded to the student's inquiry. "You are not obliged to be here, so there's no need for attendance. However, there will be attendance for assignments, and late submissions will not be accepted. I am very particular about submission timings." His tone was firm.

"Great! Now, you'll all notice that I've emailed you the syllabus. Please take some time today to go through it when you're free," Harry announced, concluding the Q&A session with a directive aimed at ensuring the students familiarized themselves with the course structure and expectations.

With a relaxed demeanor, Harry commenced his teaching, opting to cover only the basics on this first day. He maintained an easygoing atmosphere, peppering his explanations with lighthearted jokes that elicited laughter from the students. The red-haired girl from earlier emerged as a steadfast source of support, her laughter serving as encouragement throughout the session.

However, it was the occasional smile or chuckle from the blue-eyed boy that inexplicably warmed Harry's heart, filling him with a sense of unexpected delight. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, Harry found his gaze drawn irresistibly to the blue-eyed boy time and again, his own cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement whenever their eyes met. Even as he turned towards the blackboard, Harry couldn't shake the sensation of lingering eyes upon him.

As the bell signaled the end of the class, a flurry of activity ensued as students hastily packed their bags and made their way towards the exit. Among them, the blue-eyed boy stood out, his movements unhurried as he engaged in conversation with his blonde companion. Harry, seated at his desk, overheard snippets of their discussion as he busied himself with tasks on his laptop, the voices of the departing students serving as a backdrop to the classroom's gradual emptying.

"Oh, come on, Niall!" The blue-eyed boy, teased his friend with a playful yet exaggerated tone, a smile adorning his features. Harry noticed the tattoos he had, they were nice. He had quite a few himself.

"Yeah, yeah, Louis," Niall responded with a hint of amusement, accompanied by a roll of his eyes. In that moment, Harry's world seemed to come to a standstill.

𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴. 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴. 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴-

"Bye, professor! I really enjoyed your class today!" Niall bid farewell as they approached Harry's desk.

Harry looked up from his laptop, offering a shy smile. "Thank you, uh..." He trailed off, feigning ignorance of their names, a subtle attempt to conceal the fact that he had inadvertently overheard their conversation.

"Niall Horan." Niall said.

"Right. Thank you, Mr. Horan. I'm glad," Harry acknowledged with a polite smile before turning his attention to Louis. "And you are?"

"Louis Tomlinson," Louis replied with a slight smile, prompting Harry to offer a nod of acknowledgment as they exited the class.

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As two weeks passed by, Harry found himself settling into his role as a professor with remarkable ease. He and his students had developed a remarkable bond. The students felt comfortable enough to share their grievances about other professors, often lamenting their perceived old-fashioned or out-of-touch approaches. They praised Harry as the exception, the one who truly understood them. Despite his attempts to maintain a semblance of sternness, Harry couldn't help but chuckle at their candid remarks, his heart warmed by their trust and openness.

Oh and also, Louis would be the death of Harry.

Harry had discovered that Louis was exceptional in football, he had been the captain of the team for about 6 months now and they hadn't lost a single match since. Louis was not only the captain of the Oxford University football team but also a standout academic achiever, consistently earning straight A's and effortlessly grasping even the most complex concepts. Despite their limited interactions, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue and admiration for the young man who seemed to excel in every aspect of his life. He was very popular among the students. Harry found himself drawn to Louis's quiet confidence and undeniable talent, his curiosity piqued by the mystery that surrounded him.

However, alongside Louis's popularity came a reputation that stirred conflicting emotions within Harry. Despite not conforming to the typical "f-boy" archetype, Louis's penchant for partying and occasional hangover-induced appearances in class earned him a level of notoriety.

Harry observed with a mixture of unease and something darker as Omega students vied for Louis's attention, their sweet smiles and subtle flirtations highlighting his status as a campus heartthrob. Though Harry couldn't pinpoint the exact source of his discomfort, Louis's reputation irked him, stirring a protective instinct that he couldn't quite shake.

In every class, Harry found himself locked in a silent dance of gazes with Louis. Their eyes meeting countless times during each class session. With each exchange, Harry felt a stirring within him, a primal instinct that seemed to draw him inexorably towards Louis.

His omega, usually composed and collected, now found itself consumed by an inexplicable obsession with the alpha. In the midst of the classroom chaos, it was Louis's eyes that held Harry's attention, their magnetic pull impossible to resist. Harry couldn't shake the feeling that Louis knew the effect he had on him, his smug smiles serving as a silent acknowledgment. Despite having dated numerous alphas in the past, Harry's wolf had never felt this level of satisfaction or intense attraction. There was something about Louis that resonated with Harry on a primal level.

Never before had his omega reacted so strongly to an alpha, and the realization unsettled him, Louis was his student, he wouldn't ever cross that boundary. No. Harry had morals and decorum. But despite his attempts to rationalize his emotions, he couldn't.

Harry also couldn't help but notice subtle shifts in Louis's behavior that seemed to mirror his own feelings. There were moments when their eyes would meet, and Harry would catch Louis gazing at him for just a beat too long. Moreover, Harry observed how Louis began to position himself towards the front of the class, a departure from his initial choice of seating at the back. And then there were the fleeting moments when class ended, and Louis would linger near Harry's desk, his nose flaring ever so slightly as if catching a trace of Harry's scent. It was a subtle gesture, but one that didn't go unnoticed by Harry.

It all confused Harry but he was ignoring it the best he could. Afterall, Louis was his student. Nothing could happen. Nothing.

Today, Harry had to assign the first assignment to the class: the individual presentation. He planned to inform the students about it at the end of class and focus on teaching for the time being. Throughout the lesson, Harry couldn't help but share a few eye contacts with Louis, each one leaving him with a slight blush. When Louis raised his eyebrow once, Harry stumbled over his words, and later, when their eyes met again, Louis wore a smug smile.

As the class neared its end, Harry announced the assignment, eliciting groans from a few students while others adopted determined expressions. With only five minutes remaining, the students engaged in brief conversations amongst themselves, while Harry took the opportunity to scroll through his phone from his desk.

When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, students began to file out of the room, their chatter gradually fading into the hallway beyond.

As expected, Harry's senses were immediately flooded with the tantalizing aroma of dark chocolate, a scent he had become fixated on, growing stronger as its source drew nearer. Normally fleeting, today those blissful few seconds stretched out, captivating Harry's attention. He then heard Louis clear his throat which made him look up and put the phone aside. Oh, Louis wanted to talk to him. Harry shouldn't have felt as giddy as he did.

"Can I help you, Mr. Tomlinson?" Harry politely inquired.

"You can just call me Louis, professor," Louis clarified, a slight smile gracing his lips.

"Alright. What can I do for you, Louis?" Harry responded, mirroring Louis's smile.

"I have a football game this Saturday. Oxford vs Cambridge. Surely, you've heard of it?" Louis said, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

"Yes, I have. Best of luck!" Harry replied politely, though he couldn't shake off the effect of Louis's scent enveloping him, his inner wolf undeniably affected by its presence.

"Well, we have a tradition where we personally invite our favorite professor to the game. I've never really invited anyone before because frankly, I didn't have a favorite professor, but I'd like to invite you to that game," Louis explained confidently, almost nonchalantly.

Harry couldn't help but marvel at how Louis appeared so composed while he himself felt like he was on the verge of death. He was Louis's favourite. Oh. 𝘖𝘩. The invitation caught him off guard, and he struggled to maintain his composure as his heart raced with excitement.

"Of course! I'd be delighted. Thank you," Harry replied, his attempt to hide his smile futile as his dimples betrayed his genuine happiness. Inside, he wanted to squeal with joy.

And apparently Louis noticed that too as he softly whispered,

"𝘰𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴."

The softness in Louis's tone sent a shiver down Harry's spine. The tone was a complex mixture of adoration and something darker, which stirred something within him. His cheeks flushed as he became acutely aware of Louis's scent enveloping him, their proximity amplifying the intensity of his emotions. With a sudden realization that they were alone in the classroom, Harry's senses heightened, his omega preening in response to the alpha's presence.

"Excuse me, Louis?" Harry's voice was soft, lacking any hint of firmness, almost teasing in its tone.

It seemed as if Harry had finally caught Louis off guard for once as the boy blushed slightly at being caught. It was as if Louis hadn't even registered the words that had escaped his mouth. However, in a swift display of composure, Louis regained his usual confident demeanor.

"Just making an observation, professor," Louis replied, his tone once again oozing with confidence.

"Is that so?" Harry's tone remained teasing as he leaned towards Louis, resting his elbows on the table and his face in his hands, looking up at Louis with his big doe eyes.

Harry's playful gesture seemed to catch Louis off guard once again, prompting the alpha to inhale sharply before leaning in closer, resting his hands on the desk and leaning towards him, looking down at him.Their proximity intensifying the charged atmosphere between them.

"Hmmm, it is," Louis replied, his tone confident yet tinged with a hint of firmness, his voice raspy as it sent shivers down Harry's spine. Harry felt himself blush under the intensity of Louis's gaze, his inner wolf preening with an unprecedented fervor. Never before had he felt such a strong desire, such a powerful urge to 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵 to an alpha's presence.

Louis was so incredibly close to him. His blue eyes, usually so calm and composed, now held a hint of storminess.

Louis's deep and dark scent engulfed Harry, wrapping around him like a comforting embrace, heightening his senses and clouding his thoughts. With Louis so close, Harry couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions coursing through him, his inner wolf almost whined but Harry contained it. Harry's scent was of vanilla with hints of rose and he could sense his own scent blending with Louis's in a heady mixture of vanilla and dark chocolate. He could sense the subtle shift in his scent, the vanilla becoming sweeter, more enticing, as his inner wolf melted under Louis's gaze.

As Harry's blush deepened, he couldn't shake the memory of Louis's touch against his waist, the sensation etched into his brain. The closeness between them threatened to overwhelm him, and Harry struggled to contain the instinctual response of his inner wolf, even as he felt the unmistakable flare of Louis's nose at the change in his scent.

No, no. Louis was a student. And Harry was his professor. Harry couldn't. No. With a deep blush staining his cheeks, Harry pulled away abruptly, breaking the charged moment between them. Hastily grabbing his phone, he pretended to be engrossed in its contents, using the device as a shield to conceal the turmoil raging within him. The realization of the boundaries they couldn't cross flooded Harry with a sense of panic, prompting him to retreat into the safety of his role as Louis's professor.

"I'll be there, Louis. You can go now," Harry replied, his gaze fixed firmly on his phone screen, unable to meet Louis's eyes. Despite his attempt to maintain composure, a blush lingered on his features, accompanied by a subtle smile.

Harry heard Louis give an amused chuckle before responding, "Okay, professor. Thank you," and making his exit from the classroom. As the door closed behind Louis, Harry let out a shaky breath, the weight of their fleeting interaction lingering in the air around him. All of this madness had to stop. Why was his omega so stubborn?

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Harry was reminded of why he didn't attend sports events; he had no interest in them. They were too long and too boring and he'd much rather be doing something else. Maybe grading papers that had been sitting on his desk for ages.

Harry's attention shifted as he spotted Louis on the field, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. Despite his disinterest in the sport, the mere presence of Louis made enduring the spectacle worthwhile. Harry watched intently as Louis maneuvered through the opposing team, cheered on by some and jeered by others. Strangely, Harry felt a surge of indignation at the boos directed towards Louis from the rival supporters.

As Louis closed in on the goal, anticipation coursed through Harry's veins. Then, amidst the deafening roar of the crowd, the announcer's voice thundered through the speakers, declaring the momentous achievement. Harry instinctively covered his ears, overwhelmed by the cacophony of sound reverberating around him.

He could see Louis smile and high five one of his teammates. Then, unexpectedly, his blue eyes scanned around the crowd as if looking for someone. Those eyes stopped on Harry and Louis smiled wider. Harry felt a rush of warmth flood his cheeks as their eyes locked amidst the chaos of the stadium. Harry smiled back with a little wave.

Surrounded by his colleagues and fellow supporters, Harry joined in cheering for the Oxford team with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. Among the sea of faces, he spotted familiar students like Niall. As crude chants and slogans echoed throughout the stadium, Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the creativity of both Oxford and opposing team's supporters.

They ended up winning the match and Harry wasn't surprised. They had been phenomenal. It was a well deserved win. His gaze lingered on Louis, who was engulfed in embraces from his teammates, his face radiant with joy.

After a while of engaging with his teammates, Louis quickly came to where people were cheering. He first met Niall and talked and laughed with him and then quickly made his way to Harry.

"Hi!" Louis greeted Harry with a wide grin, his presence accompanied by the rich aroma of dark chocolate, intensified by the adrenaline coursing through him.

"Hello! That was incredible! Well done!" Harry exclaimed.

Louis blushed slightly at the praise, though Harry misattributed it to him just feeling hot and sweaty rather than his praise.

"Thank you, Harry! I'm glad you came. Did you enjoy the match?" Louis inquired.

"I did enjoy it very much. Also, I'm Professor Styles to you. Not Harry," Harry replied, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"Right! Right! Sorry, professor," Louis replied, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm laced with cheekiness.

"Hmm. Once again, brilliant job out there!" Harry praised once more.

Louis beamed at the praise. "Thank you, Professor Styles. It means a lot-"

Before Louis could finish, his teammates called out to him, urging him to join them in celebration.

"I gotta go," Louis said hurriedly, torn between staying to chat and joining his teammates.

"Right. Goodbye, Louis," Harry greeted.

"Bye!" Louis responded, already starting to move away. However, he abruptly turned back towards Harry, as if compelled to say something he had been holding back.

"Harry, I usually go to this bar nearby to celebrate a win. It's called 'The Old Oak Inn'. Would you like to maybe come with me? Just to unwind. I usually go alone but you can join me. It's okay if you don't to-" Louis rambled on, his words tumbling out in a rush.

"I'd love to. I could really go for a drink, honestly. Also, it's professor, Louis," Harry interjected, finding Louis's earnestness endearing.

Louis visibly relaxed at Harry's acceptance, a grateful smile spreading across his face.

"Right. Sorry, professor. See you at the bar then! At 11," Louis replied with confidence.

"Okay," Harry said, nodding in agreement before watching Louis disappear into the crowd, a sense of anticipation building within him for their upcoming rendezvous at The Old Oak Inn.

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As Harry and Louis settled into a booth at The Old Oak Inn, the ambiance of the dimly lit bar enveloped them in a cozy atmosphere. They quickly ordered what they'd like to drink.

"Can I ask you something, Louis?" Harry's voice cut through the buzz of the bar, his curiosity evident.

"Of course," Louis replied, turning his attention to Harry with a faint smile.

"You're a straight-A student and the captain of the football team. How do you manage to excel at both?" Harry's question had been lingering in his mind for some time.

Louis chuckled softly, his demeanor shifting as he took a sip of his drink, his gaze thoughtful. "Well, I play football because I love it, Harry. It's been my passion since I was a kid, and I'm confident in my abilities on the field. As for academics, it's not just about understanding the material. I've always had a knack for it, but I know that's not what you're asking."

Harry nodded, acknowledging Louis's point.

"You want to know how I juggle everything, right?" Louis continued, a hint of weariness creeping into his expression. "There's this constant pressure on me. My family owns a company, and there's this expectation for me to take over someday. It's like carrying a weight on my shoulders. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm excelling academically because I want to, or because I feel like I have to."

Harry observed Louis closely, sensing the vulnerability beneath his usual confident facade. For the first time, Louis seemed overwhelmed, the weight of his responsibilities evident in his weary demeanor.

Louis's scent shifted subtly, a faint aroma of burnt coffee beans mingling with his usual musky alpha scent. Harry's instincts kicked in, his omega yearning to provide comfort to the overwhelmed alpha sitting across from him. With a soft furrow of his eyebrows, Harry adjusted his own scent, infusing it with sweetness and warmth, a silent gesture of reassurance.

As Harry's comforting scent enveloped them, Louis visibly relaxed, the tension in his shoulders easing as he took in Harry's calming presence.

"I can imagine that must be incredibly challenging," Harry replied softly, his voice filled with genuine empathy. "It sounds like you're carrying a lot on your shoulders, Louis. But remember, you're not alone in this. You have people who care about you and want to see you succeed, regardless of the path you choose. Don't let anyone else's expectations define your worth."

Louis offered a grateful smile, his usual confident demeanor momentarily softened by vulnerability. "Thanks, Harry. I appreciate that." And before Harry could respond added, "Just let me call you Harry outside of class. I'll call you professor in class."

Harry hesitated for a moment, considering Louis's request. Despite having no real issue with it, he found himself drawn to Louis's charm and couldn't resist indulging him.

"Hmm..no," Harry replied teasingly, his tone light-hearted.

"Please," Louis pleaded, his lips forming an exaggerated pout that Harry couldn't help but find endearing.

Harry chuckled again, unable to resist Louis's puppy-dog eyes. "Alright, alright," he relented, giving in to Louis's request with a shake of his head.

Their conversation took a lighter turn as they continued to share stories and laughter over another round of drinks. With each passing moment, the tension melted away, replaced by a growing sense of affection. As the night wore on, Harry found himself drawn to Louis in a way he hadn't anticipated, a newfound understanding and appreciation blossoming between them amidst the dimly lit ambiance of The Old Oak Inn.

"Seriously, Harry, when you were in university? Like a million years ago?" Louis teased in response to a story Harry had shared from his university days.

"No, Louis. I was in university just four years ago. You see, I'm really fucking smart, so I'm quite literally one of the youngest professors in Oxford. Ever," Harry retorted with a huff, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

"Right, you genius nerd. Also, what a potty mouth," Louis tutted, feigning disapproval.

"Me? You swear more than a sailor. You speak so nicely in class, I never could've guessed," Harry teased back, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Louis snorted at that.

"Your teammates definitely have a party, which is against the rules, but that's not the point. Why aren't you there?" Harry asked suddenly, taking a sip of his drink.

Louis paused, considering his response for a moment before deciding to be brutally honest. "I'm going to be very honest with you, Harry. I only come to this bar after a win when I'm craving a good fuck, and uni parties don't exactly have what I want in a person to shag. That's why I wanted to come here. But then I also wanted to hang out with you, so I decided to shoot my shot. And if you said no, I'd just take someone back to mine. But if you said yes, I'd hang out with you. No idea why I did it. It was very impulsive. It was between this and that." Louis said nonchalantly, shrugging as if it were no big deal.

Harry blinked, momentarily taken aback by Louis's blunt honesty, his curiosity piqued by the candid admission. Harry's omega was in a weird state of shock. And Harry felt a need to display himself to Louis but he very very quickly shook that thought away. Why was his inner omega such a slut? God have mercy.

Now, it was Harry's turn to snort. "Maybe you can have both."

Louis's eyes bulged out for a second before he composed himself. "Really?"

Harry realized what he had said and scrambled to save himself and his dignity. Honestly, what was wrong with him? Yes, Louis looked way too good tonight, and his inner omega felt weirdly restless, but no. "Yeah. If you have your eye on someone and want to take them back to yours, go for it. I won't tell anyone," Harry said with a shrug, attempting to brush off his slip-up.

"Oh," Louis said, his disappointment evident, but then he shook his head, as if chiding himself. "Nah, I wouldn't break rules in front of you and take someone back to my dorm. What if you're a narc?" Louis responded with a teasing smile, attempting to lighten the mood.

"You've caught me," Harry said with a chuckle, relieved that Louis didn't take him up on his impulsive suggestion. Internally, he couldn't help but feel a wave of relief. His omega would've felt terrible if it saw Louis take someone else home. What was wrong with Harry?

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, Harry and Louis found themselves sitting closer than they probably should have been. The air between them was charged with tension, fueled by the combination of alcohol and their increasingly flirtatious banter.

"Why is it so hot?" Harry muttered, running a hand through his hair, his forehead glistening with perspiration. His omega was feeling more restless than usual, and he couldn't shake the feeling of heat coursing through his veins. Sitting so close to Louis, he was practically engulfed in his alpha's intoxicating scent, and it was doing something to Harry that he couldn't quite explain.

Louis glanced over at Harry, his own cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the proximity between them. "Maybe it's just you, Harry," he replied with a playful smirk, his voice low and husky with desire.

Harry's heart skipped a beat at the suggestive tone in Louis's voice, his body responding instinctively to the magnetic pull between them. He swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on Louis's lips, aching to close the distance between them and taste the forbidden fruit that beckoned tantalizingly close.

But Harry quickly pushed the thought away. He couldn't. No. He would never-

As Louis's knee accidentally brushed against Harry's under the table, both men felt a jolt of electricity shoot through them, igniting a spark of desire that pulsed between them like a live wire.

Louis laughed slightly, positioning himself a bit away from Harry as if he couldn't bear being that close to Harry and not being able to do something "Just joking. You're right. I feel the heat too." Louis responded.

The table next to them housed a couple clearly on their first date, and it was going awkwardly, to say the least. Harry couldn't help but overhear their conversation, mainly because they were talking so loudly.

"Stop being so nosy," Louis tutted suddenly, catching Harry off guard and causing him to blush.

"Shut up," Harry muttered, shooting Louis a playful glare.

As they listened in, the alpha at the neighboring table dropped an insanely cheesy and obnoxious pick-up line. Harry and Louis exchanged a glance before both breaking into laughter.

"Jesus, that was awful," Harry said quietly, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I imagine the omega is probably drier than the desert," Louis quipped, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Louis's words elicited a strange sensation in Harry once again, stirring something within him that he couldn't quite explain. He chided himself internally, knowing he needed to get a grip on his emotions.

"You think you can beat that obnoxious line that alpha threw?" Harry questioned Louis, his playful challenge hanging in the air. Louis felt a twinge of annoyance at Harry refering to someone else as an alpha but he quickly shook it off. He needed to get a fucking grip on his own thoughts and feelings.

Louis chuckled at Harry's challenge, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Yes, I have a shit ton of obnoxious shitty lines," he replied, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

"Shoot," Harry urged, his curiosity piqued.

Leaning in close, Louis's voice was a low, husky whisper. "Harry, if you were a canvas, I'd paint you with my desires and leave you breathless, craving more."

Harry's cheeks flushed at the explicitness of Louis's words, but he couldn't deny the heat coursing through his veins. "I can do better."

Louis raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Can you? Go for it then, lovely," he said with a smirk.

"Louis, if you were a storm, I'd gladly let you ravage me until I'm left trembling in your wake," Harry responded in a sultry voice, his omega reveling in the attention Louis was giving them. Louis's eyes widened slightly at Harry's words, a flicker of desire igniting in their depths.

The pick-up line competition had started as a joke, but Harry felt a shift in the atmosphere, realizing he was easily affected by Louis's words.

Louis's smirk turned predatory as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Harry's ear. "Harry, if you were a sculpture, I'd mold you to my every desire, sculpting you into the masterpiece of pleasure I've always dreamed of."

Harry's pulse quickened at the thought of being molded by Louis's touch, his skin tingling with anticipation. The scent of dark chocolate and coffee surrounded him, growing stronger with each passing moment. It was getting hotter by the second and Harry didn't know if he could bear it all. Their eyes met and the tension was palpable but they were both still pretending as if what they were saying was a joke. As if they didn't mean every word of it. The tension between them was palpable, their eyes locking in silent acknowledgement of the desire simmering beneath the surface.

Harry's cheeks flushed at the explicitness of Louis's words, his body thrumming with need. "Louis, if you were a king, I'd kneel before you, eager to worship every inch of your royal decree."

Louis's breath hitched in his throat at Harry's words. His cheeks flushed red. Louis was going to get aroused soon and he knew Harry would be able to smell it so he really needed it all to stop.

Harry on the other hand was close to slicking up himself which left him confused. Never had he produced slick just from an alpha's words. Harry struggled to maintain his composure as arousal surged through him, his body reacting instinctively to Louis's presence and words.

"Alright, you win. Game over. We should probably stop. You're an alpha and I'm an omega, need I say more?" Harry said shaking his head to get rid of any thoughts. Harry's words were a desperate attempt to regain control over his racing emotions, but deep down, he knew that the pull between them was too strong to ignore.

Louis nodded in agreement knowing that he'd get aroused if they kept talking. His alpha had taken quite the liking to Harry so it was better if they stopped.

Their conversation continued, but there was a palpable shift in the air. Laughter and jokes still filled the space between them, but now there was an undercurrent of sexual tension, one that could be cut with a knife and that crackled like electricity. Every accidental touch sent sparks flying, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.

Their eyes held a darker intensity, their scents more heady and intoxicating. Despite the coolness of the bar, they both felt an overwhelming heat enveloping them, leaving them flushed and breathless.

After another round of drinks, they reluctantly decided to call it a night. The early morning hours had crept upon them, signaling the end of their marathon conversation. With a bittersweet goodbye, they parted ways and summoned separate Ubers to take them home, their minds clouded with the haze of alcohol and lingering desire.

If both of them slept that night wishing that they were with the other then that was a secret.

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"This hangover is going to kill me, Professor Styles," Louis whined.

"You're being very dramatic," Harry chuckled, closing his laptop.

"Why aren't you as miserable as I am?" Louis questioned, his voice tinged with genuine curiosity.

It was the day after Louis's match and their night at the bar, and both had indulged in more than their fair share of drinks. Louis was clearly feeling the effects of the hangover, his energy depleted as he struggled to stay awake in Harry's class. Despite his evident discomfort, Harry decided not to comment on it, choosing instead to let Louis be. He remembered all too well the nightmare of being hungover in classes during his own university days, and he didn't want to make Louis's experience any worse.

Now, with his class ended and the other students gone, Harry and Louis were the only ones left in the room.

"Because I'm not a lightweight. I've experienced more than you have, Louis. I know better hangover cures. I actually ate breakfast, whereas you probably just had a black coffee. Many reasons," Harry replied, his gaze fixed on Louis.

"I'm not a lightweight. Also, I had a black coffee AND a granola bar. So you're wrong," Louis retorted, a hint of defiance in his voice.

"That's still very concerning. Please eat something proper soon. It's way too late in the day for you to just have eaten that," Harry said, his tone more pointed now. His inner omega stirred with concern for Louis's well-being, urging him to take care of the alpha. He resisted the urge to offer to make food for Louis, knowing it would only further complicate their already complicated dynamic. Harry needed to get a grip on his emotions before things spiraled out of control.

"I'll probably have some ramen," Louis commented nonchalantly.

"No, eat actual food, please," Harry pleaded, his tone tinged with exasperation.

"Maybe Doritos," Louis suggested with a shrug.

"No, please," Harry insisted, his concern evident in his voice. His omega stirred with unease, feeling a sense of failure at not being able to convince Louis to eat properly. Harry was still reeling from the events of last night, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and conflicting emotions. The thought of Louis not eating properly made him feel anxious, his inner omega desperate to please the alpha and ensure his well-being.

As Harry's anxiety grew, his scent subtly shifted from its usual sweet vanilla fragrance to something more bitter, reflecting his inner turmoil and unease.

Louis's alpha instincts kicked in, instantly sensing Harry's distress, and a pang of guilt washed over him as he realized that his playful comments had inadvertently contributed to Harry's anxiety. His protective instincts surged to the forefront, compelling him to provide comfort and reassurance to the omega.

Unconsciously, Louis began to inch closer to Harry, his own scent enveloping them both in a cocoon of warmth and security. He placed a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder, feeling the tension gradually melt away as Harry leaned into the touch, seeking solace in the reassuring presence of the alpha.

"I'm sorry, omega," Louis murmured softly, his voice laced with sincerity. "I didn't mean to make you feel anxious. I'll eat something proper, I promise." Louis reassured him, his tone gentle and soothing. Harry visibly relaxed at Louis's words, a sense of relief flooding through him as he nodded in acknowledgment.

Being called omega by Louis sent a shiver down Harry's spine, his mind reeling with the implications of the intimate term of endearment. It stirred something deep within him, igniting a primal longing for the alpha's presence and protection.

No. God. What the fuck was wrong with him? He needed to stop. Louis was his student. Harry felt so agitated.

Overwhelmed by the rush of emotions coursing through him, Harry couldn't help but whimper softly.

"It's Professor Styles to you," Harry said with a hint of playful reproach, though his voice betrayed a vulnerability that Louis couldn't ignore.

"Right," Louis nodded, his smile taking on a mischievous edge as he met Harry's gaze with a knowing glint in his eyes.

Despite Louis's attempt at levity, Harry couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of domesticity and intimacy that seemed to surround them. Why was he so concerned about Louis's well-being? It all seemed nonsensical, yet Harry couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt towards the alpha.

As the tension between them simmered, Harry's inner turmoil reached a breaking point. The warmth that had enveloped him since last night intensified, leaving him feeling flushed and restless. His omega stirred with an inexplicable need, slick forming between his thighs as desire coiled in the pit of his stomach.

Confused and overwhelmed by the flood of sensations coursing through him, Harry struggled to make sense of his own emotions. What was happening to him? All he knew was that he needed release, and he needed it now.

"You should go," Harry said abruptly, his sudden movement jolting Louis out of his trance.

The weight of Harry's words hit Louis like a ton of bricks, the realization of the domesticity of their encounter dawning on him with a sense of horror. Why had he called Harry by such an intimate term? With a surge of panic, Louis scrambled to his feet, his heart racing as he made a hasty retreat from Harry's class and then the building.

Meanwhile, Harry felt a familiar pang of anxiety knotting in his stomach, compounded by the overwhelming heat coursing through him. His eyes widened in panic as he realised what was happening. He was going into an early heat. He rushed out of thr building and drove home.

As Harry entered his apartment, a wave of heat washed over him. Stripping off his clothes, he hurried to his room.

With a sense of urgency bordering on desperation, Harry began to construct a nest, his movements guided by the primal instincts of his omega. The hoodie he had worn last night, infused with the lingering scent of Louis, became the centerpiece of his nest, a comforting reminder of the alpha he couldn't shake from his thoughts.

But as he settled into his nest, Harry's mind was consumed by a whirlwind of confusion and turmoil. Why was he experiencing an actual heat, despite being on suppressants meant to prevent such occurrences? The unanswered question gnawed at him, fueling his anxiety and frustration.

In a desperate bid to quell the relentless ache of his omega, Harry reached for his favorite dildo, the smooth surface a poor substitute for the warmth and strength of the alpha he longed for. Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the fantasy, imagining it was Louis's knot, his mind awash with vivid images of the alpha's scent, touch, and presence.

But even as he sought release in the throes of passion, there was a hollow emptiness in Harry's heart, a yearning for something more. With each passing day, the agony of his heat only intensified, his body craving the touch of an alpha, the soothing comfort of Louis's knot.

For four agonizing days, Harry endured the torment of his heat alone, his body wracked with desire and longing.

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After enduring four days of torment, Harry finally regained his sanity. Now, sitting in his class, he glanced around, feeling both relieved and disappointed by the absence of Louis. Relieved because facing him after the fantasies he had indulged in during his heat would have been embarrassing, but disappointed because Louis had missed a crucial presentation worth 25% of their grade, despite Harry's prior reminders.

The nagging thought lingered in Harry's mind: was Louis's absence somehow related to their recent encounters? Harry felt a pang of guilt, realizing that his actions may have driven Louis away from his class. Perhaps he should have maintained a greater distance, but now it was too late.

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In the next class, Louis was present, though he appeared tired and weary, causing concern to stir within Harry. Despite his apprehension, Harry pretended not to care, choosing instead to focus on the lesson at hand.

After class concluded, Harry addressed the students, "If you missed yesterday's assignment deadline, please stay behind. The rest of you are free to go."

As everyone else exited the room, Louis made his way toward Harry's desk, his laptop bag slung over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Professor Styles," Louis said with a sigh.

Harry's disappointment was palpable as he responded, "You should have sent me an email or something excusing yourself, Louis. You can't just miss an assignment worth 25% of your grade. I expected better from you."

Louis winced at Harry's words, as if each syllable struck him physically.

"It's not my fault. I couldn't have sent an email. Something unexpected came up," Louis explained, avoiding eye contact with Harry.

"Really? Well, you could have taken five minutes out of your busy schedule to write me a quick email," Harry reprimanded, his tone firm but tinged with disappointment.

"I couldn't have sigh you won't understand. I don't understand it myself, honestly," Louis spoke, shaking his head in frustration. "Could I please get an extension?"

"I would have been more than happy to offer you an extension if you had asked beforehand. It's too late now, Louis," Harry replied, his tone softening slightly as he considered Louis's plea.

Though he felt a twinge of guilt for being so stern and harsh, Harry remained resolute in upholding the rules of the class. Rules are rules.

"Are you kidding me? Really?" Louis said, his tone tinged with frustration and disbelief.

"Yes, rules are rules. Unless I receive proof or some medical explanation that your absence was 100% warranted, I cannot offer you an extension. I'm sorry, but that's how—" Harry began to explain.

"Okay, if you want to know why I was absent that bad—" Louis started, his irritation evident.

"I don't want to. I understand that it could be private. I'm just saying it's unlikely that you were so busy you couldn't send me a quick email," Harry interjected firmly, cutting off Louis's attempt to explain.

"I'm telling you that I was that busy!" Louis said, his agitation palpable.

Harry couldn't blame him; it was undoubtedly frustrating to face the consequences of a missed assignment. However, Louis's anger seemed to stir something within Harry's omega. Having just emerged from his heat three days prior, Harry found himself unusually sensitive to Louis's presence, exacerbated by the intensity of his scent today. For some reason, He could always detect Louis's scent more distinctly than others', but today it was overpoweringly intense.

"I don't find that believable—" Harry began, but before he could finish, Louis cut him off with a frustrated groan.

"I went into an early rut! I couldn't send you an email because I have been in rut since the last time we met till yesterday. And I think we can agree that it's rather impossible for an alpha to do anything during a rut, let alone write a professional email to his omega professor! And honestly, I think I'm going insane because I'm on suppressants exactly because of this scenario. Exactly because I don't want to accidentally miss deadlines! But I still went into one! Which is fucking concerning. And worst of all, I couldn't find a second of fucking reprieve because I physically wasn't able to spend my rut with this omega, even though she fucking offered! It was fucking insane how I wasn't able to say yes! I do not spend ruts alone! Never fucking have! I don't know what's wrong with my wolf. I think I'm going to die!" Louis spoke rapidly and in agitation. When he finally stopped and took a deep breath, a blush coated his cheeks as he realized what he had said during his rant.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise as he processed Louis's impassioned confession. Oh. 𝘖𝘩.

"Shit. Sorry. I don't know what's going on." Louis mumbled, clearly embarrassed.

"It's... it's alright. I understand that you're probably frustrated. That's fine," Harry responded meekly, offering Louis a small, understanding smile.

"Do you reckon I can get that extension now? Or do I need to whip out some proof of my rut?" Louis raised an eyebrow, his confidence returning.

"No, I'll take your word for it. Your agitation and unusually poignant scent today points towards that. You'll get an extension, I'll email you further details." Harry said, he honestly wanted Louis to leave immediately lest his omega do something stupid like present to Louis or something. Listening to him talk about his rut was wild. And Harry couldn't get the part of him spending it alone out of his head.

"Right. Thank you," Louis said.

"No problem," Harry replied, but as Louis turned around to leave—

"Oh, and Louis?"

"Yes?"

"You won't die. Unexpected ruts happen sometimes; it's fine," Harry comforted teasingly.

An embarrassed flush spread across Louis's face. "Right. Sorry again," he forced out a chuckle before walking out.

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Yes, Harry was ignoring Louis. Yes, it was killing Harry. So what? That's what he needed to do. It was a necessary evil. Everything was too confusing. Harry had been trying hard to convince himself that him and Louis getting an early heat and rut cycle at the same time was a coincidence. Obviously. 𝘖𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺.

Nothing could happen. Harry needed to control himself. He had decorum for fucks sake. After much introspection, he made a firm decision: he would prioritize professionalism above all else, no matter how challenging it may be.

That was the reason Harry had been avoiding Louis. It wasn't an easy feat, particularly when the alpha kept shooting him pouty looks throughout the entire lecture. Harry was in the midst of delivering a crucial lesson to everyone, yet Louis persisted in gazing at him with those irresistible puppy dog eyes. It required an immense amount of willpower for Harry to resist the urge to meet his gaze.

Nearly a week had passed since Louis and Harry engaged in that 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 conversation, and Louis had truly made good use of the extension Harry granted him. The assignment he submitted was nothing short of exemplary, deserving of nothing less than an A. Harry couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in his chest.

As Harry went through the task of grading everyone's assignments the previous day, he offered remarks to most students, providing feedback and encouragement. However, when it came to Louis, he remained conspicuously silent. The absence of any commentary from Harry left Louis visibly dejected, his expression betraying genuine sadness at the perceived snub.

As the lecture drew to a close, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, silently offering gratitude to every god he could think of. He couldn't bear Louis and his stupid mesmerising eyes for another second.

Retreating to his desk, Harry sank into his chair, burying his face in his hands. He hoped for a brief respite as the class cleared out, but his wish went unanswered. The lingering presence of Louis ensured that solitude remained just out of reach.

"Did I do something wrong, Professor?" Came Louis's voice.

Harry sighed softly at the sound of Louis's voice breaking the stillness of the room. He lifted his head, meeting Louis's gaze with a small smile, masking the inner turmoil that had been plaguing him.

"No, Louis. You didn't do anything wrong. Why do you say that?," Harry replied calmly, his tone betraying none of the inner conflict he felt. He feigned obliviousness, as if he hadn't been deliberately avoiding and ignoring Louis for days on end.

"I feel like you're mad at me. Was it because of me going into too much detail about my absence? I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to cross any lines. I don't know what came over me then. I sincerely apologize. That was inappropriate and crude of me." Louis said.

Harry's heart clenched at Louis's words, the sincerity in his apology cutting through the facade of indifference Harry had been desperately trying to maintain. He fought to keep his composure, resisting the urge to reach out to Louis. Inside, he was teetering on the edge of insanity, overwhelmed by the unfairness of Louis's kindness and goodness.

"No, Louis, you're all right. I'm not mad at you. No need to apologize." Harry offered trying to make Louis feel better. He could tell Louis felt a bit on edge because his scent was slightly burnt and it was really putting Harry off too. Things like these really confused Harry. He had no idea why he had such a strong reaction to Louis.

"Oh okay." Louis said but he looked unconvinced, he left and Harry felt a pang in his chest. God hated Harry. Harry was so sure of that.

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Yes, Harry was ignoring Louis. Yes, it hurt him immensely when he realized that in the next lecture, Louis was ignoring him too.

He thought that maybe it was a one time occurrence. Maybe Louis would go back to looking at him with puppy eyes, but he didn't. Another lecture passed and another and another but both of them continued to avoid eachother.

It was Harry's personal hell. His omega yearned for Louis's attention, craving it like a missing piece in his life. Yet, for weeks, he hadn't received any. The absence of Louis's presence left Harry feeling empty.

His omega's misery weighed heavily on Harry, affecting him not just emotionally, but also manifesting in physical symptoms. Chest pangs, fleeting yet intense, plagued him throughout the day, a silent reminder of the turmoil within. Harry recognized them as his inner wolf's way of communicating, a subtle nudge urging him to address the underlying issues.

The mystery of his unexpected heat while on suppressants loomed over him aswell, adding another layer of concern. Determined to unravel the enigma and alleviate his omega's distress, Harry made the decision to visit a doctor.

So, here he was, seated in the sterile confines of a doctor's office, the faint scent of antiseptic hanging in the air like a shroud.

"Mr. Styles, you've mentioned experiencing chest pains and an unexpected heat despite being on suppressants. Is that all?" The doctor, a composed female beta, inquired, her tone professional yet empathetic.

"Yes," Harry affirmed.

Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and frustration as the doctor delivered the results of his blood tests.

"Well, we have the results on the blood tests, and they confirm that you were indeed on suppressants, and they should've been effective," the doctor stated matter-of-factly.

Harry's hopes of a simple explanation, perhaps an accidental missed dose, were dashed. The confirmation that he had been faithfully taking his suppressants only added to the mystery surrounding his unexpected heat.

"Is there an alpha in your life?" inquired the doctor.

Harry blushed slightly. "Not really, no."

"It doesn't have to be a partner. Any alpha that your wolf is unusually attracted to?"

"Well... yes," Harry admitted truthfully.

"Hmmm... do you have any insights into how that alpha responds to you?" the doctor probed.

"Well, I do know that he went into an unexpected rut right when I got my heat. He claims he was on suppressants as well," Harry disclosed with a shrug. Surely, this didn't imply anything significant. Right?

The doctor's shocked expression conveyed otherwise, making Harry realize it probably did imply something significant.

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬

"Mr. Styles, did it coincide with the onset of your heat?" inquired the doctor, her tone measured.

"Yes, though it lasted a day longer," Harry confirmed.

"Ah, that's quite typical. We typically focus on the commencement rather than the conclusion when assessing symptoms," the doctor mused, her brows knitting in deep contemplation.

"Symptoms for what?" Harry queried, perplexed.

"Oh, pardon me. Symptoms for soulmates," the doctor clarified.

A strange choking noise escaped Harry's throat, his eyes widening with shock. No. It couldn't be.

𝘕𝘰. 𝘕𝘰. 𝘕𝘰. 𝘕𝘰!

"No bloody way," Harry blurted out incredulously.

"Well, Mr. Styles, all indications suggest that. In my opinion, it's pretty much confirmed," the doctor stated with sympathy.

"But that's exceedingly rare! Knowing one's soulmate is incredibly rare. It can't be," Harry protested.

"Rare, not impossible. My own parents are soulmates. I can assure you, it happens," the doctor clarified.

She rose from her seat, handing him a pamphlet resting on her office table. Harry accepted it, his heart sinking as he read the title, '𝘈 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴'.

Opening the first page, he scanned the symptoms, desperately hoping not to match any.

Symptoms:
1. Your inner wolf being attached to them from day one.
2. Your inner wolf having an urge to please them.
3. You being extremely sensitive to their scent.
4. You being very affected by their presence.
5. Your suppressants not working due to their presence.

The list continued with numerous other symptoms, each one hitting home for Harry.

Fuck.

"You've got to be kidding me," Harry groaned.

The doctor chuckled. "Same symptoms, huh?"

"I related to every single one, doc. This is terrible," Harry lamented.

"You're very fortunate, Mr. Styles. It's not terrible at all!" the doctor reassured.

Harry could only sigh in response.

𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴. 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦.

It was a paradoxical revelation, making perfect sense and yet no sense at all.

"Oh and I need to inform you, Mr. Styles, though this will be mentioned in the pamphlet but just in case you don't read it, you need to know that when you get intimate with that alpha for the first time you will fall into a heat and rut again." She informed.

Harry nodded. His head spinned. He was feeling dizzy with all the information thrown on him.

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Harry found himself drinking at The Old Oak Inn with his friend Liam, despite knowing it was a weekday tomorrow. Rationalizing that he would call in sick, he decided to indulge in self-pity and drown his sorrows.

Harry raised his glass to his lips, the weight of his troubles evident in his demeanor. Liam, observant as ever, recognized his friend's distress but respected his silence, choosing instead to sprinkle their conversation with lighthearted banter in hopes of lifting Harry's spirits. It was only after a particularly well-timed joke that Harry's somber expression cracked, replaced by genuine laughter that echoed through the tavern, a fleeting moment of respite from his troubles.

Then Harry felt it, a strange sensation prickled across his skin, causing goosebumps to rise on his chest. His wolf whimpered uneasily. Sensing something was wrong, Harry scanned the dimly lit bar until his gaze locked with a pair of stormy blue eyes, piercing and intense, sending a shiver down his spine.

Harry's smile faltered. It was his own fault, really. He should have picked a different bar.

Harry's heart twinged as he realized Louis was seated beside a blonde female omega. Well, he did mention that he frequented this bar for...

Harry shook his head, attempting to regain composure and avoid any actions that might worsen his already fragile state. With a sharp inhale, he averted his gaze from Louis.

"Everything okay, Haz?" Liam inquired.

"Yeah... yeah," Harry responded with a forced smile.

Liam nodded, though his concern lingered in his expression.

Harry had a few more drinks, hoping they would dull the ache and distract him from the piercing stare of the blue-eyed boy. Yet, they offered no solace. He could sense Louis's intense gaze on him, a silent indication of his anger, which his omega instinctively recognized. The reason behind Louis's ire remained a mystery to him.

Then, after some more time, Liam insisted on leaving and offered Harry a ride home, Harry inexplicably declined, much to Liam's confusion. Despite Liam's persistence, Harry remained firm in his refusal.

He deeply regretted the decision when he felt the scent of dark chocolate invade all of his senses.

His arm was firmly grasped, and finally snapping out of his daze, Harry lifted his gaze, almost whimpering at the sight of Louis. An intense urge to 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵 instantly washed over him.

"Who was that?" Louis questioned, his tone serious.

Harry felt a wave of confusion wash over him. Why was Louis interrogating him? Wasn't he the one spending time with an omega? Everything felt muddled to Harry. Why did Louis even care? He couldn't possibly know about the soulmate bond like Harry did. Perhaps it was just instincts at play. Yes, that must be it. Louis didn't truly desire this, it was merely his instincts driving his actions.

"Answer me," Louis demanded, his voice tinged with a hint of darkness, teetering on the brink of his alpha voice but not quite there. Harry shivered at the tone, sensing the underlying authority in Louis's words.

"Just a friend, Louis. Jesus," Harry breathed out, attempting to calm himself, but the effect was quite the opposite as he inadvertently inhaled more of Louis's intoxicating scent, only exacerbating his inner turmoil.

"Good," Louis responded, exhaling deeply as if he had just been relieved of physical pain. He released his grip on Harry's arm, his touch turning gentle, almost apologetic, as if seeking forgiveness for his earlier intensity.

"Are you okay?" Harry whispered to Louis, the sound barely audible amidst the clamor of the bar.

"No," Louis croaked, his voice strained. "I don't know what's happening, Harry. I'm so confused. I'm plagued by these strange thoughts and feelings, and my wolf... it's out of control. It won't heed my commands. I don't know what's happening to me!" Louis lamented, his distress palpable.

Harry felt a pang of guilt grip his chest. Louis didn't deserve this turmoil, didn't deserve to feel tethered to Harry, despite the agony it caused Harry to admit it. At just nineteen, Louis was still a teenager, deserving of the freedom to pursue whatever he desired and not be tied down to a soulmate.

"I'm sorry, Louis," Harry said sincerely, his voice still gentle and quiet.

"Not your fault," Louis sighed, though Harry couldn't shake the feeling that it was indeed his fault.

Louis rubbed his hands across his face. "Do you want to have a smoke with me?" he asked.

"I don't smoke," Harry replied with a small frown. "And you shouldn't either," he reprimanded, his concern for Louis evident in his words. He didn't want anything harming Louis; his omega felt upset at the mere thought.

"Just come with me then," Louis sighed, his tone heavy with worry. "I feel like if I leave you alone here with all these drunk alphas, my wolf will actually go insane."

"Okay," Harry agreed readily, not wanting Louis to endure any more distress than he already was.

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"Do you smoke often?" Harry asked, his expression filled with concern, as they stood outside the bar in the dimly lit street, the glow of Louis's cigarette casting an eerie red light in the darkness.

Harry couldn't understand why he felt so worried. After all, he had occasionally smoked weed in college himself. However, he reasoned that Louis' habit of smoking cigarettes was more harmful, leading to his concern.

"Not that often," Louis rasped, taking another drag.

Louis looked unbelievably good to Harry as he stood in the street with his messy yet perfect hair, wearing a loose t-shirt and black pants. It was all too much for Harry. Despite his disapproval of Louis smoking, he couldn't deny that Louis looked incredibly attractive while doing so. With each drag, Louis's cheeks hollowed, and Harry found himself unable to stop thinking about his cheekbones.

Louis's scent was also quite heady at the moment, leaving Harry uncertain as to why. Even with the lingering cigarette smoke, Louis's aroma remained potent. 'Looking that good and smelling that good at the same time should be illegal,' Harry concluded, unable to resist the allure.

All in all, Louis looked too good, and Harry couldn't have him. It was quite tragic, Harry lamented, feeling the weight of unattainable desire.

Harry's omega seemingly hadn't gotten the memo about them 'not having' Louis, as Harry felt slick forming, a physical response to his desire that he couldn't control.

His eyes widened, and cheeks flushed when he realized he had produced slick from just 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 at the alpha. Yes, Harry was aware he was beyond pathetic, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration at his body's reaction.

He attempted to move away from Louis in hopes that the alpha wouldn't catch the smell, but as soon as he tried, Louis growled, causing Harry to instantly freeze in place, the alpha's dominance asserting itself over him.

Louis fixed Harry with an inscrutable gaze, his steps deliberate as he closed the distance between them. Harry, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of Louis's presence, instinctively took a step back, but Louis matched his movement, closing in even tighter. With each retreat Harry attempted, Louis advanced, until Harry's back met the surface of a wall and he was pinned against it.

Harry looked at Louis with wide doe eyes, his gaze filled with a mixture of uncertainty and desire.

Louis's nose flared, inhaling deeply to take in more of the sweet vanilla scent of Harry, now tinged with a hint of caramel due to the slick emanating from him.

With deliberate intent, Louis placed a hand on the wall beside Harry and the other on Harry's waist, effectively trapping him between his solid frame and the wall behind him. The proximity sent shivers down Harry's spine as he felt the heat radiating from Louis's body, igniting a primal longing within him.

"T-this is inappropriate, Louis," Harry managed to say, though his voice quivered with a mix of defiance and vulnerability.

Louis met his gaze with dark, stormy blue eyes, his grip tightening on Harry's waist as he leaned in closer. "Hmm, and you being fucking seconds away from presenting to me is appropriate?" Louis countered, his voice low and tinged with a hint of amusement, the intensity of his stare leaving Harry feeling exposed and utterly captivated.

"That's not true," Harry weakly defended himself, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Good omegas don't lie, baby," Louis chided again, his words like a caress against Harry's senses. Overwhelmed by the commanding tone and the flood of emotions swirling within him, Harry closed his eyes and let out a whimper, feeling the weight of Louis's dominance pressing down on him.

"You always smell so heavenly," Louis complimented, his voice softening as he acknowledged Harry's allure. Harry's omega preened at the praise, a contented purr escaping him, delighted to know that their alpha found pleasure in his scent.

"Can I scent you?" Louis asked, his voice a gentle whisper that sent shivers down Harry's spine. Without hesitation, Harry found himself nodding in agreement.

Louis leaned in towards Harry, his breath warm against Harry's skin as he dragged his nose across his neck. Harry couldn't help but whimper, completely surrendering to the sensation. All of his senses were overwhelmed by Louis, his presence enveloping Harry like a warm embrace. He felt Louis's scent wrap around him, cocooning him in a blissful haze of desire. In that moment, Harry had never wanted something more, and every second spent in Louis's embrace felt like heaven.

Harry suddenly felt it, a realization dawning upon him. His eyes widened as he grasped the depth of his mistake. Lost in his desire, he had neglected the doctor's warning about the heat and rut. Louis's body radiated heat, his scent growing stronger by the moment. As Louis continued to scent him, Harry produced more slick, but he knew deep down that this was wrong. Harry couldn't suppress a whimper of distress.

Louis furrowed his brow, concerned by Harry's distress. "What's wrong?" he asked softly, maintaining his proximity to Harry.

"We should probably stop, Louis," Harry replied wearily, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

"Why? I know you don't want to stop," Louis murmured, his hand gently caressing Harry's waist.

"Louis... if you don't stop—You don't want this. Trust me," Harry pleaded.

"I want this so much, Harry. You don't even know. I can't get you off my mind. I can't stop thinking about you," Louis confessed, his gaze locked onto Harry's.

"That's just instincts, Louis—" Harry whimpered, his voice strained with conflict.

"No. No it's not," Louis insisted, his frown deepening as he searched Harry's eyes for understanding.

Louis hovered dangerously close to Harry, mere inches separating them, and Harry felt as though he had become intoxicated by Louis's scent, the aroma swirling around him like a potent elixir. Despite the alcohol coursing through his veins, it was Louis's scent that seemed to intoxicate him the most. Deep down, Harry knew his omega craved this closeness.

As Louis leaned in closer, Harry found himself unable to resist any longer. Succumbing to the irresistible pull, their lips met in a passionate, fiery kiss. Tingles surged through their bodies as Harry yielded, parting his lips to welcome Louis's tongue eagerly. A moan escaped him as their tongues intertwined in a dance of desire. Louis's grip on Harry tightened, the sensation of his touch electrifying. Lost in the intoxicating embrace, Harry surrendered completely to the moment.

As the need for air became palpable, Louis reluctantly pulled back from the intense kiss.

"Harry, I—my wolf," Louis began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to articulate his thoughts amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

Harry grasped the significance of Louis's words, feeling the slickness seeping into his jeans as the realization dawned upon him that they were indeed on the brink of entering rut and heat.

"I know. My wolf too," Harry replied, his voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

Louis understood the unspoken agreement between them, and without further hesitation, he initiated another kiss, this time with a raw intensity that mirrored the primal instincts coursing through their veins.

The world around them spun in a dizzying whirlwind as their lips met in a fervent kiss. In the heat of the moment, Louis's demeanor shifted, his possessiveness taking hold as he guided them toward his waiting car. With a sense of urgency, Harry divulged his address, his words laden with a mixture of desire and anticipation.

Harry strode into his apartment, Louis trailing behind him. With a click, Harry secured the door. Then he felt himself being pulled towards Louis.

Locking gazes, Harry noticed a shift in Louis's eyes; no longer were they their usual electric clarity, but rather stormy and dark, consumed by desire.

"I believe we could help eachother out, don't you?" Louis murmured in his raspy voice, his words laden with implication.

With a nod, Harry acknowledged the necessity of their arrangement. He couldn't endure another heat without Louis, especially when Louis was the very cause of his impending need. Sensing the imminent onset of his heat, Harry felt himself teetering on the edge, and the same urgency seemed to grip Louis.

Their lips met once more, igniting a blazing inferno that consumed them both. Harry felt himself surrendering to Louis's touch, his body molding like putty in the alpha's arms. As the kiss deepened, Harry sensed Louis's increasing loss of control, his alpha instincts rising to the surface with each passing moment.

The intensity escalated rapidly, their bodies drawn together in a fervent dance of desire. Louis's hands moved with purpose, deftly working to unbutton Harry's shirt, while Harry's own hands tangled in the soft strands of Louis's hair.

Louis's lips trailed a scorching path from Harry's mouth to his jawline, then descended with electric intensity to his neck. Each kiss sent shivers coursing through Harry's body, his skin ablaze with desire. By this point, Harry was oozing slick, his arousal palpable in the air around them.

Surrounded by the heady scent of Harry's slick, Louis reveled in the primal instinct driving him forward. With a mixture of biting and kissing, Louis marked Harry's neck as his own, a visceral declaration of ownership fueled by raw passion and desire.

"Please," Harry moaned, his voice heavy with need as the anticipation became almost unbearable. Each kiss from Louis's lips to his neck felt like torture, igniting a fiery longing within him that he could no longer contain. Desperation clawed at Harry's senses, his body craving Louis in its entirety, yearning for the completeness that only his alpha could provide.

Louis silenced Harry's plea with a reassuring kiss upon his lips, a tender gesture meant to soothe the ache of desire pulsating between them. Without hesitation, they made their way to Harry's room.

Once inside, Harry wasted no time in layind down on his bed and pulling Louis down onto the bed, above him, their bodies intertwining in a fervent embrace as Louis settled between Harry's open legs.

Louis's gaze bore into Harry's with primal intensity, his eyes glazed with the raw need of rut. With an almost frenzied urgency, he ravished Harry's body, his fingertips tracing a searing path along Harry's soft skin, eliciting shivers of pleasure with every touch.

As Louis shed his own shirt, showcasing his tattoos, their lips crashed together once more in a frenzy of desire. Harry arched his hips upward, seeking contact with Louis's own arousal, their hardened cocks meeting in a fiery collision that sent waves of ecstasy coursing through them both. Moans tumbled from their lips, swallowed by the heat of their messy kiss.

With trembling hands, Louis deftly lowered Harry's boxers, revealing his naked form beneath. A low, guttural groan escaped Louis's lips as the heady scent of Harry's slick filled the air, fueling his primal instincts further.

Harry quivered, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability coursing through him as he lay bare before Louis. In that moment, he surrendered himself completely, entrusting his body to the mercy of his alpha, knowing that in Louis's hands, he would find both ecstasy and solace.

Maintaining unyielding eye contact with Harry, Louis trailed his fingers down Harry's thighs, gathering the slick that cascaded down his skin. Harry's breath hitched in anticipation as he watched Louis bring his glistening fingers to his lips, tasting the essence of their shared desire.

"So fucking sweet, baby," Louis murmured, his voice laced with desire as he teased Harry mercilessly. "So wet and needy for me. You crave it, don't you? Crave my touch, my dominance."

With tantalizing deliberation, Louis's fingers traced circles along Harry's inner thighs, each movement eliciting a desperate squirm from Harry.

Harry nodded at Louis's filthy words, a wicked smirk played upon Louis's lips as he leaned in to claim another searing kiss. With a primal growl, Louis took control, gently taking a hold of Harry's legs and folding Harry in half, exposing his slick-laden entrance to his hungry gaze.

As Harry obediently held his knees, his vulnerable position left him completely at Louis's mercy, his wet hole on full display for his alpha. A low, feral growl rumbled from Louis's chest at the sight before him, sending shivers coursing through Harry's trembling form.

"Such a dripping cunt, begging to be filled," Louis rasped, his voice thick with desire as he brought his face tantalizingly close to Harry's slick-laden entrance. With a teasing exhale, he blew a hot breath onto Harry's quivering hole, causing it to flutter and clench in desperation, eliciting a chorus of needy whimpers from Harry.

"Please, Louis, please," Harry pleaded, his voice thick with desire and need.

Gently running his hands up and down Harry's trembling thighs, Louis reassured him with a soothing tone. "I've got you, omega. Just relax and let go," he murmured, his touch a comforting anchor amidst the storm of their desire.

The affectionate nickname sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Harry's body, his heart swelling with adoration for the alpha who spoke it. 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴'𝘴 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢, the words echoed in Harry's mind like a sacred mantra, igniting a fierce sense of belonging and desire within him.

Harry reveled in the intensity of his emotions, the sheer ecstasy of being claimed by Louis in both body and soul. In that moment, there was no doubt in Harry's mind—he belonged to Louis, wholly and completely, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Louis relented, his tongue tracing a wet stripe along Harry's exposed entrance, eliciting an involuntary twitch and a deep, primal moan from Harry's lips. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Harry's trembling body.

With tantalizing precision, Louis teased Harry's hole with his tongue, circling the rim but never fully penetrating, leaving Harry squirming with desperate need. Just when Harry thought he couldn't take it any longer, Louis's tongue plunged unexpectedly into his wet hole, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through him as he moaned and whimpered in blissful abandon.

"Oh, alpha, fuck!" Harry cried out, his voice thick with raw desire as Louis's tongue continued its relentless assault on his needy hole. Each thrust sent bolts of pleasure racing through Harry's body, his slick-laden entrance yielding to Louis's insistent ministrations.

As Louis's tongue grazed Harry's prostate, a surge of overwhelming pleasure engulfed him, shattering his last semblance of control. Harry's cries grew louder, his words devolving into incoherent babbling as he surrendered completely to the intoxicating pleasure that consumed him, his body trembling with ecstasy beneath Louis's relentless onslaught.

"Oh, alpha, please. Please," Harry pleaded, his voice a desperate chorus of longing and desire.

Stopping his ministrations, Louis fixed Harry with a stern gaze, demanding clarity in his plea. "Please what?" he asked, his tone piercing through the haze of arousal.

Trembling with need, Harry's eyes welled with tears as he sought to express his deepest desires. "Please let me, alpha. Please," he whimpered, his voice quivering with anticipation.

Louis responded with a light slap to Harry's thigh, his demeanor firm and commanding. "Let you what?" he pressed, his tone unwavering.

With a needy whimper, Harry begged, "Please let me cum, alpha. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦," his plea dripping with desperation and longing.

Louis offered no verbal response, instead returning to his fervent oral assault on Harry's quivering hole with renewed intensity. Every movement of his tongue seemed to convey a primal hunger, as if he were starved for the taste of Harry's pleasure.

With relentless determination, Louis continued to tease and torment Harry's sensitive entrance, bringing him to the very edge of ecstasy. The relentless lapping at his prostate pushed Harry over the brink, his release crashing over him in a tidal wave of pleasure. Harry's eyes were brimming with tears. With a loud cry of Louis's name, Harry surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, his body trembling with the force of his climax.

In a final act of dominance, Louis delivered a sharp spank to Harry's quivering hole, sending electric signals coursing through him and prolonging his orgasm. Harry's vision blurred as waves of ecstasy washed over him, leaving him seeing stars in the wake of his intense release.

As Harry gradually descended from the euphoric heights of his climax, a palpable shift filled the air, signaling the undeniable truth that both he and Louis were now fully immersed in the throes of their heat and rut.

With a sense of urgency, Louis swiftly discarded his belt and jeans, the urgency evident in his movements as he revealed his hardened length, throbbing with desire. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Despite the intensity of their previous encounter, Louis's arousal showed no signs of waning; if anything, it burned even hotter, fueled by the primal instincts of his rut.

With his gaze fixed on Harry, Louis's intent was clear—he was far from finished with him. In this heightened state of heat and rut, their desires knew no bounds, and Louis was prepared to claim Harry again and again, until they were both utterly spent and sated.

"Kneel," Louis commanded, his voice low and commanding, as he watched Harry comply without hesitation.

Quickly descending from the bed, Harry knelt between Louis's thighs, his posture one of submission, hands clasped behind his back.

"Good omega," Louis praised, his tone filled with satisfaction, as he reached out to gently caress Harry's cheek, eliciting a purr of contentment from the submissive omega.

"You know just how to please me," Louis murmured, his gaze smoldering with desire as he took in the sight of Harry kneeling before him. Harry smiled in his dazed state, loving the praise.

Louis's hand wrapped around his throbbing length, stroking it with fervent desire, a low moan escaping his lips as he watched Harry's hungry gaze fixated on his arousal.

With a commanding tone, Louis locked eyes with Harry, the intensity of his gaze burning with primal desire. "Go on. Suck my cock," he instructed, his voice a mixture of authority and need, as he awaited Harry's eager compliance.

Harry's breath caught in his throat as Louis's command reverberated through him. With a submissive whimper, he obediently opened his mouth wide, his tongue protruding in anticipation.

Louis seized the opportunity, his cock in hand as he delivered a series of stinging slaps to Harry's tongue, the sharp impacts sending waves of pleasure mingled with humiliation coursing through Harry's body. Each strike left Harry gasping for air, his arousal mounting with every humiliating touch.

Feeling a rush of power, Louis shifted his attention, delivering a sharp slap to Harry's face with his cock, the action eliciting a needy moan from Harry as he surrendered fully to the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure.

Louis's grip on Harry's hair tightened, his fingers threading through the locks as he thrust his cock forcefully into Harry's waiting mouth. With relentless determination, Harry matched his rhythm, sucking and worshiping Louis's cock with unwavering devotion. His lips stretched and wrapped tightly around Louis's length, tears pooling in his eyes from the intensity of the experience.

Driven by primal need, Louis fucked into Harry's mouth, his curses mingling with Harry's choked moans of pleasure. As Louis neared the brink of climax, he held Harry's face firmly, pushing his cock deeper into Harry's throat. Harry gagged and sputtered around Louis's cock, his own arousal peaking as he surrendered completely to Louis's dominance, his own climax imminent in the wake of Louis's impending release.

Louis locked eyes with Harry, silently seeking permission for what was to come. Without hesitation, Harry understood the unspoken request, and with a low, eager hum, he signaled his consent.

With a primal groan, Louis released his climax, his essence flooding Harry's waiting throat. As wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, Louis withdrew from Harry's mouth, allowing him to swallow the thick, hot spurts of cum that filled his mouth.

Louis's breaths came in ragged gasps as he gradually descended from the euphoric heights of his release. With a tender urgency, he beckoned Harry, who remained obediently kneeling, to his lap.

Responding without hesitation, Harry swiftly rose and settled himself in Louis's embrace. They shared a passionate kiss. Louis showered Harry's face with affectionate kisses, his lips trailing a path of tenderness across Harry's features.

As their bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace, the lingering traces of their earlier release were swiftly replaced by a renewed wave of arousal. Harry's movements grew restless, his desire for Louis's knot palpable.

With each squirm and shift of his body, Harry's inner wolf howled with a primal urgency, its desires echoing his own need for Louis's knot. In the throes of his heat, there was nothing Harry craved more than Louis's knot. Driven by an insatiable hunger, Harry's yearning for Louis's knot consumed him, his body and soul united in their desperate pursuit of fulfillment.

"Alpha," Harry pleaded, his voice laced with desperation.

"Hmmm?" Louis murmured, his lips trailing kisses down Harry's chest before teasingly biting a nipple, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Harry as his back arched.

"Please, alpha," Harry whimpered, his need evident in every tremble of his body. "Knot me. I need you, need your knot."

Louis's growl reverberated through the room, his eyes darkening with primal intensity as he seized control of the moment.

Louis paused his attentions on Harry's chest, looking up at him with a smoldering gaze as he listened to Harry's desperate plea. The need in Harry's voice was unmistakable.

With a predatory glint in his eyes, Louis leaned in close, his lips grazing Harry's ear as he whispered, "You want my knot, omega? Beg for it. Show me how much you need it." He said as he guided Harry onto his back on the bed.

Harry's breath hitched at Louis's words, his body trembling with anticipation as he summoned all his courage to plead once more. "Please, alpha," he whimpered, his voice thick with desire. "I need your knot. I need you to claim me, to make me yours completely."

Louis's fingers danced teasingly at Harry's entrance, eliciting desperate moans from the omega as his arousal reached fever pitch.

"Who does this cunt belong to?" Louis demanded, his tone laced with authority as he intensified his teasing.

"You!" Harry gasped out, his voice thick with need and submission.

"Again," Louis commanded, his touch growing rougher as he pushed Harry to the brink.

"This cunt belongs to you, alpha. Just you," Harry whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks as the overwhelming desire for Louis's knot consumed him completely. He couldn't bear the ache any longer.

Louis growled at Harry's words. He took his fingers away from the hole, deciding that Harry was loose enough. He deftly gathered the slick coating Harry's hole, using it to lubricate his throbbing length in preparation.

As Louis pressed the tip of his cock against Harry's entrance, a deep, resonant moan escaped Harry's lips, a testament to the anticipation coursing through his veins. With careful precision, Louis began to ease himself inside, each inch met with a chorus of pleasure from Harry as he surrendered to the sensation of being filled by the alpha.

Leaning down, Louis captured Harry's lips in a passionate kiss, he murmured words of praise and adoration. In response, Harry preened under the praise .

As Louis bottomed out in Harry's welcoming warmth, a surge of pure ecstasy washed over the omega. With a silent nod, Harry gave Louis permission to move, and the alpha wasted no time in setting a relentless rhythm.

With each powerful thrust, Louis pounded into Harry's abused hole with unyielding force. Every deep penetration grazed Harry's sensitive prostate, sending electric currents of pleasure coursing through him, his entire being trembling with delight.

Amidst the cacophony of moans and whimpers that filled the air, Harry's cries rose in pitch, the sheer intensity of their coupling driving him to new heights of ecstasy.

Each stroke brought them closer to the precipice of release. The bed frame rattled with the relentless force of Louis's pounding, the sound of their coupling echoing through the room.

The divine slushing sound of Harry's slick intensified with each thrust. Harry's hole clenched tightly around Louis's cock, the sensation sending a surge of pleasure coursing through both of them.

"Knot. Knot. Knot," Harry pleaded desperately,

In a crescendo of pleasure, Harry's release washed over him, his body convulsing with ecstasy as he came on Louis's cock. His face contorted with the intensity of his orgasm, every sensation heightened by the primal bond between them.

Feeling Harry's hole clench tightly around his cock, Louis lost all semblance of control. With a primal groan, he released his own climax, filling Harry's depths with his essence. His knot swelled within Harry, locking them together.

With a tenderness that belied the intensity of their earlier passion, Louis moved to place his forehead against Harry's, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. Murmurs of adoration and praise passed between them.

As they shifted positions, Louis settled onto the bed, pulling Harry into his embrace. With Harry nestled against his chest, Louis wrapped his arms protectively around him, their bodies still locked together in the intimate embrace of their knot.

With a gentle kiss to Harry's forehead, both Louis and Harry slipped into sleep.

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Harry found himself on all fours, the soft fabric of the bed beneath him offering little solace from the relentless assault from behind. He could scarcely contain the moans and whimpers from escaping his lips, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. As his strength waned, his body yielding to the intensity, he collapsed onto the mattress, his breath ragged and desperate. Louis, undeterred, gripped his waist firmly, maintaining his fervent rhythm and continuing to fuck him. With each thrust, Harry's unruly curls danced in rhythm, bouncing up and down.

For what seemed like an eternity, Harry and Louis had been ensconced in their own world. Time blurred, days lost their meaning. All Harry desired was to remain cocooned with Louis in his room, where their combined scents lingered in the air.

Their routine was simple yet intense—moments of relentless sex followed by blissful rest, only to be reignited again. Despite Louis's roughness in bed, he offered solace and tenderness afterward, never failing to wrap Harry in his arms. Even amidst the fervor of his rut, Louis revealed a gentler side, once he fed Harry strawberries and other fruits discovered in his fridge as they fucked in the kitchen.

Harry had lost count of the times he'd been knotted, but each time felt just right. Their intimacy, even amidst the frenzy of heat and rut, held a unique allure. It was more than just sex; it was euphoria. It felt as though a deep-seated longing had finally been satisfied, a thirst quenched, a sense of belonging affirmed.

As the intensity of the pounding grew, Harry felt everything else fade away until all that remained was Louis. Louis's hands, his touch, his voice, his moans—those were the only things that mattered to him in that moment.

"Please, alpha. Please. Knot me!" Harry pleaded as he teetered on the brink.

Louis responded with tenderness, drawing nearer, his chest pressing against Harry's back as he peppered kisses along Harry's neck, marked with Louis's signature bites and sucks—a ritual they shared with every intimate encounter.

"My pretty omega." Louis praised.

In the heat of the moment, everything pulsated with intensity, engulfed in a fiery passion. Harry's longing for Louis, his alpha, burned fiercely within him. Then, a subtle shift in the air altered the atmosphere. Was that Louis calling him 'his omega'? The realization struck Harry, but he was too consumed by sensation to react.

As Louis suckled at the spot where a bond mark would typically reside, a wave of electricity surged through Harry's body. Suddenly, it all became clear. Louis's desire, his alpha's yearning—Harry craved it just as much.

"Please," Harry urged, his voice trembling with need.

Louis understood that Harry wasn't referring to a knot anymore.

"Omega. We should control ourselves," Louis growled, a warning laced with desire, as if cautioning himself against giving in.

"I need it, alpha. Please," Harry pleaded, his moans escalating with each powerful thrust that sent shivers through his body, especially when Louis hit his prostate with precision.

In a whirlwind of sensation, everything unfolded in a blur—too fast yet agonizingly slow. Louis's forceful thrust struck Harry's prostate with such intensity that he couldn't hold back any longer, releasing in a primal, guttural moan that echoed through the room.

As Louis's knot swelled inside him, Harry's climax intensified, his body trembling with ecstasy.

Then, in a moment of primal instinct, Louis's teeth pierced Harry's neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him, prolonging and intensifying his orgasm to new heights.

Had they not been swept up in the throes of their cycles, perhaps they would have grasped the gravity of their actions, realising the potentially life-altering mistake they had made.

But they simply cuddled and drifted off to sleep, blissfully content in the moment.

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As Harry stirred awake, his head on Louis's chest, he found solace in the peaceful rhythm of Louis's breath against his curls. Though his body bore the remnants of their passionate encounter—an ache in his ass and neck—the frenzy of his heat had subsided. A gentle smile played on his lips as he reflected on their shared intimacy. It felt right, necessary even. They had satisfied their primal urges, releasing the tension that had built between them. With a sense of calm settling over him, Harry believed that they would be okay now. No more awkward moments or strange tensions lingering between them. They had crossed that threshold together, and now, they could move forward with newfound clarity and understanding.

As Harry's eyelids fluttered shut, he longed for the embrace of sleep once more. Yet, it eluded him. Instead, he remained still, eyes closed, enveloped in the soothing rhythm of Louis's heartbeat. In the tranquil darkness, a sense of serenity washed over him, calming his restless thoughts and allowing him to simply exist in the peaceful cocoon of their shared presence.

As Harry lay there with his eyes closed, he sensed Louis stirring beneath him, awakening from his slumber. Louis's grasp on Harry's waist tightened briefly before loosening, and he shifted to gaze at Harry, his own rut now ended. With a gentle touch, Louis brushed aside a few stray curls that adorned Harry's face, his fingers delicately toying with the soft strands. Harry, too, opened his eyes, a smile gracing his lips as he met Louis's gaze.

"Hi," Harry greeted, his voice soft.

"Hello," Louis responded tenderly, leaning in to place a playful kiss on Harry's nose, eliciting a laugh from him.

"That was heaven," Louis groaned contentedly.

"I agree. Though it's all a bit hazy. All I know for sure is that it felt amazing," Harry remarked.

Louis hummed in agreement before closing his eyes once more, savoring the lingering bliss of their shared moment.

Feeling sticky and slightly sore, Harry realized a warm shower was exactly what he needed. Gently extricating himself from Louis's embrace, who protested with a soft whine but ultimately let him go, Harry slid out of bed, feeling a blush creep across his cheeks as he realized he was completely naked. Ignoring the embarrassment, he made his way to the bathroom, intending to freshen up. Opting to start with brushing his teeth, he began his morning routine before stepping into the inviting warmth of the shower.

Wrapping himself in a towel, Harry stood before the mirror, intending to tame his unruly hair into a bun using one of the clips from the shelf. As he turned to inspect his reflection, he let out a startled shriek at the sight before him—a mark, a bonding mark, adorned his neck. A wave of horror washed over him as he reached up, desperately hoping it was merely a deep hickey, but his fears were confirmed—it was indeed a bonding mark, a permanent symbol of Louis's claim on him. Panic rising within him, Harry realized the gravity of what had transpired between them.

Tears welled in Harry's eyes as he replayed the events in his mind, overwhelmed with regret and guilt. How could he have allowed himself to succumb to their desires, knowing the potential consequences? He had sworn to himself to protect Louis, to not bring any harm into his life, yet here he was, realizing he had done the exact opposite. The weight of his actions bore down on him, and he felt a profound sense of sorrow and self-condemnation settle in his heart.

Louis's entrance into the bathroom, his expression etched with concern, only served to deepen Harry's turmoil. Clad in sweatpants now, Louis approached him with a furrowed brow.

"Are you okay? I heard you yell," Louis asked, his voice laced with worry.

Harry turned his head towards Louis, exposing the mark on his neck, a silent admission of his distress. He watched as Louis's eyes widened in shock, the color draining from his face as he took in the sight before him.

"Is that—Did I—?" Louis's voice faltered, his incredulous gaze fixed on Harry.

Harry remained silent, unable to find the words to respond, his eyes cast downward in shame and uncertainty.

In the stillness of the moment, they stood ensnared in their thoughts, each consumed by vivid flashbacks of the poignant instant.

"Fuck," Louis breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, as the weight of realization settled upon him, stark and unforgiving.

"We can figure something out," Harry attempted to reassure, though the uncertainty lingered in his tone.

"Like what?" Louis snapped, his gaze piercing into Harry's. Harry flinched at the sharpness of the tone, still extremely sensitive from the recent passing of his heat and the newly formed bond, his emotions heightened to a staggering degree.

Louis failed to realize Harry's sensitivity, he went on, "I can't believe I've done this. Is there no way to remove it?" His worry palpable, his thoughts racing with the weight of his actions.

Harry's wolf recoiled at the mere suggestion of removal, a primal instinct stirring within him. Yet, he strove to maintain composure. "I don't think so, Louis. Unbonding is quite rare," he replied evenly, attempting to temper the rising tension between them.

Louis sighed heavily, frustration evident in the lines etched upon his face as he ran his hands through his tousled hair.

"Could we discuss this later?" Harry's voice was soft, a gentle plea for a reprieve from the tumultuous emotions swirling between them.

"What is there to discuss?" Louis's tone was laced with anxiety, his words tumbling out in a torrent of self-condemnation. "It was a mistake. I fucked up. Now, I'm bonded to you and I ruined it for both of us. Obviously, we would've wanted to bond to someone we loved or could love. But I fucked up so bad. I'm sorry." His confession spilled forth, weighted with the burden of his remorse.

Harry's heart clenched at Louis's admission, a pang of sorrow piercing through him at the implication that they could never share a deeper bond. Foolish as it may have been, the thought still stirred within him, a fragile hope overshadowed by the harsh reality of their circumstances.

"Don't apologize, Louis. It's not your fault," Harry's voice was gentle, an attempt to soothe the turmoil brewing within Louis.

But Louis persisted, his inner turmoil fueling his need to assign blame. His words shifted, laden with accusation as he redirected his anguish towards Harry.

"Yeah, I mean, it's not just my fault," Louis retorted, his tone growing more pointed with each word. "You were practically begging for it. I've never wanted to bond with anyone I spent a rut with," he accused, memories flooding back with a surge of bitterness.

Harry's heart clenched at Louis's words, feeling the sting of rejection from the one who had become his mate. His wolf recoiled, aching with the weight of the perceived rejection.

"Well then maybe you should've resisted," Harry shot back, his tone tinged with hurt and anger. "Or what? Your big bad alpha couldn't resist one beg from me? Really?" His words were laced with bitterness, a tumultuous mix of emotions swirling within him as he grappled with the aftermath of their ill-fated bond.

"Don't fucking put it all on me, for fuck's sake," Louis snapped, shaking his head in frustration.

"You're the one who's putting it on me, not the other way around," Harry retorted, his voice edged with defiance.

Louis's frustration boiled over, his words coming out sharper than before. "You're just as responsible for this mess as I am, Harry. Don't act like you're blameless in all of this!"

Harry's eyes flashed with anger, his patience wearing thin. "I never said I was blameless, Louis. But you're the one who can't seem to accept responsibility for your actions!"

Their voices rose, the tension thickening between them like a suffocating fog. "I'm not the one who practically begged to be bonded!" Louis shot back, his tone dripping with disdain.

"And I'm not the one who gave in to that request without thinking of the consequences!" Harry's retort was sharp, cutting through the air with a bitter sting.

Fed up with the argument, Harry's patience finally snapped. "You know what, Louis? Maybe you should just leave," he said, his voice low and strained with emotion.

"Agreed," Louis shot back, his jaw clenched tight with unresolved tension. He turned on his heel and briskly strode out of Harry's bathroom, leaving Harry standing there, a bewildered expression etched upon his face, unsure of what had just transpired.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Harry lingered in the aftermath of their heated exchange, the weight of Louis's departure heavy in the air. The hollow echo of the main door opening and then shutting punctuated the silence, signaling Louis's exit from Harry's apartment.

Harry stepped shakily into the shower, the steamy embrace of the hot water offering a fleeting refuge from the storm of emotions raging within him.

As the water cascaded over his trembling form, mingling with the tears streaming down his cheeks, Harry felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and rejection wash over him. His heart ached with the absence of the tender aftercare that his omega so desperately craved in the aftermath of their tumultuous bond.

All omegas needed aftercare, days of gentle reassurance and softness to soothe their frayed nerves and wounded hearts. But instead of the comfort he longed for, Harry had been met with the harshness of Louis's words, leaving him feeling even more isolated and alone.

Despite understanding Louis's anger and feeling his own guilt weigh heavily upon him, Harry couldn't shake the gnawing ache in his heart for the lack of the nurturing care his omega so desperately craved. The need for softness, reassurance, and aftercare remained unfulfilled, leaving Harry feeling adrift in a sea of loneliness and longing.

The weight of it all bore down on him, his exhaustion palpable as his head throbbed with the weight of his sorrow. Unable to bear the weight of his emotions any longer, Harry sank to the floor of the shower, the sound of his sobs mingling with the steady rhythm of the falling water as he surrendered to the overwhelming tide of despair.

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