EDITED

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It became more intense between Harry and Louis after that. Harry was definitely more protective of him, making sure to be near him when he could, sitting beside him at lunch.

It was after school the following week and they were all at the Pack House. Four of them were sitting in the private living room on the third floor, so they could do their homework, while Zayn was in the communal living room with Perrie. Niall was sitting at Liam's feet,  his homework on the coffee table in front of him. Harry was on the opposite sofa, Louis in his lap, who had to bend over to reach the table to do his homework as well. This gave Harry great pain and pleasure: every time he shifted, his backside rubbed against Harry's crotch, but he couldn't do anything about it, only look down at the plump swell of his backside and make sure his hands stayed curled against the sofa leather.

The couple were talking quietly between themselves, Liam's fingers in Niall's hair and occasionally pointing out a mistake in his homework.

Harry and Louis were sitting in silence, Louis concentrating on his work, while Harry was thinking.

"Louis?" he whispered, it coming out gruff.

Louis made a humming noise in acknowledgement.

"Can I ask you something?"

Louis sat up and turned in his lap to face him. To him, Harry sounded concerned about something and he didn't want him to be sad.

Harry looked over at the other loved up couple, making sure they were still distracted between themselves.  He looked down at Louis again, hands moving up to grip at his waist, looking deep into each other's eyes. "Um, I was just wondering if you would like to go out sometime?"

Louis just continued to watch him in silence and Harry started to panic.

"It would just be the two of us. You don't have to say yes, whatever you want."

Louis still hadn't done anything.

"You know what, forget about it. It was stupid to ask. Don't worry about it." He moved Louis onto the sofa and stood up, quickly walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. He walked into his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

I am so stupid. Why the Hell would he even want to go out with me anyway?

He threw himself onto the bed on his front, face buried into the pillow.

Don't you dare cry, Styles. There are plenty more Omegas out there...just not the Omega that I  want.

He groaned.

The door handle jiggled, but he ignored it. He didn't particularly want to talk to anyone at the moment.

He could feel the tears starting and sniffed, which made him catch a whiff of Louis' scent that he had left behind the past few days on his pillows and bed, when it seemed like they were getting close, Louis spending most of his time in Harry's room.

There was movement behind the door, followed by a knock. Harry tried to ignore it, but when the person persisted and more knocks came, he finally groaned and got up, wiping his face with his sleeve and unlocking the door. Slowly, he peeked around the wood.

And there was Louis, smiling softly at him.

He lifted his hand, where a piece of paper was being held firmly.

Harry stepped out of the room and took the paper tentatively from the younger boy's hand.

He unfolded it and read what was written on it.

What do you think he's going to say?

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