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It’s Tuesday, Harry’s favorite day of the week. In one hour’s time he will open his doors to the plethora of witty, whimsical, and wretched people of the town. It’s worth the aching bones, because like it or not, the success of his business depends on the rich. While he isn’t prideful, per say, he does pride himself on proving the elite wrong. The notion that an omega past twenty cannot immerse themselves into business successfully was preposterous. 

Even his own mother subscribes to societal statuses and what traditionally is an omega’s place. She wishes him to bond and wed a successful alpha, a slew of pups trailing behind him everywhere he goes. The idea of his happiness is a mere afterthought. 

Harry wishes for love. Is that so unfathomable? Anytime the concept of love escapes his lips, she quickly tuts, the idea of romance deplorable. “We marry for stability, not love.” The idea of his own Mr. Darcy a figment of his imagination, for who would want an omega as old as him? 

His mother is warm and loving in her own right. She simply wishes him a better life than her own and for that he should not complain. Their family of two was tight until his sixteenth birthday. After that, he became a burden. He eventually moved away, Harry’s lack of suitors too much for his mother to take. A free omega in a world masked with judgment, Harry lives as best he can. 

While he may not have much, his shop is his pride. He accepts the life of solitude. Though his traitorous heart races at his apparent lie. How can his own body reject his mind? Aren’t they supposed to work together? Quickly dismissing the notion of a certain blue eyed alpha, he busies himself. He and Mr. Tomlinson - Louis – his name a song to Harry’s ears - have had a total of six conversations; Harry has been counting.

Their longest discussion regarding social importance and its portrayal in the book Pride and Prejudice, continues to recur in his memories. It’s trivial really. Of course, Louis would believe Mr. Darcy to be the epitome of supreme distinguishment. Harry scoffed, an indignant sound. It procured a laugh from the alpha, warming him where he stood. 

He finds himself grateful his feelings are well hidden, especially to the alpha. He couldn’t bear to face this specific alpha’s rejection, instead choosing to pine from afar. So, while Mr. Tomlinson converses with high society, his eyes steady on his intended conversation companion, Harry sits back and observes. Studying every crevice of the man’s being. His shoulders and how they lift when he finds himself between unenjoyable topics of conversation. More importantly, the way the alpha’s eyelashes flutter when he laughs, the crinkles beside his eyes visible. 

It’s the dainty flip of the wrist used to cover his thin lips, the gesture used to hide his exorbitant laugh; a laugh Harry wishes he were able to induce. The idea that a distinguished alpha such as Mr. Tomlinson could be interested in him is laughable. 

When Harry first arrived in town, he hadn’t expected to meet the dreamy alpha. Louis, as his friends call him, had been sitting on a brick wall, sipping a beverage. They caught each other’s glances before Harry disappeared into his newly acquired business. From then on, they’ve been passing ships in the night. 

The Tomlinsons are a staple amongst this town, the matriarch Johannah, has begun to attend Tea Thyme regularly. Something Harry absolutely adores. He mingles even more when she’s in attendance, idling by Mrs. Johannah’s table to hear everything about her eldest boy, but idle dreams won’t serve him. He has a business to run and while he would love nothing more than to think about a life between them, there isn’t time. 

Moving with grace, he adds the final decorations to the room. The smoothing of a tablecloth here or the addition of a fresh thyme sprig there. The décor is themed for Christmas, the red and white pops of color add a level of elegance he’s known for.

While socialites from town and beyond attend Tea Thyme for the gossip and the tea, he’ll graciously open his doors and pretend he is one of them, their statuses equal. With a year under his belt, he’s established a well-rounded routine. 

Class mustn’t mix with class, which means Mrs. Julie isn’t to sit near Mrs. Virginia. In fact, it’s best to put Mrs. Virginia against the far wall where she can enjoy the pleasure of her neighboring townsperson and fellow gossip Penelope Goldwater. A rich bitch beta if Harry’s ever seen one. While Alpha’s are exceedingly rare, Harry has hosted a few over the year. Most clients, however, are Omegas and Betas.

So, Mrs. Virginia will sit against the right wall, while Mrs. Julie sits against the left. Each seat is carefully selected to maximize comfort and conversation. As much as he loves a tale of two woes – it makes him less impish – he cannot encourage an altercation; that is bad for business.

While he does not consider himself a gossip, a chatterbox or even a meddler, his best friend begs to differ. A time or two he’s found himself betwixt a scandal, but only in good nature. If it weren’t for him how else would Niall have known his beau was a two-timing charlatan? ‘Right place, right time’ Harry likes to say. 

Niall called it off, only to find Shawn the following Fall. A year ago this November and they’re still going strong. He may or may not know Shawn’s plans to propose but he’s been promised to secrecy. Harry wouldn’t mind a flower arrangement with a nice ‘Thank You’ card tucked between its leaves. Afterall, Shawn came to him first with his thoughts. You're welcome, Niall. 

See…being nosy… No! Not nosy, observant. Yes. Being observant is helpful, if not a great way to keep his overactive brain occupied. What happens when Judge Clinton finds out his sister really did burn down that barn on Yorkshire Drive? Will Sissy be thrown out for disgracing her family name? Or how about the newlyweds two streets over from Harry? Someone should let The McRae’s know if they plant those horrible marigolds in planters the color of dog poo, they may very well go missing during a block party. Plus, it's too late in the year for those species. Variety is the spice of life Susan. Plant Clematis, they’ll vine up your trellis and cover the chipping paint.

If Mrs. Jamie, and Mrs. Darla happen to have the latest gossip on the scandalous sightings of his neighbors, so be it. Harry isn't one to tell others they cannot converse during luncheons. After all, his ears are just innocent bystanders. He's simply absorbing and retaining it for a rainy day.  

Taking a final turn, he flattens his silk red tie, admiring his handy work as he awaits his new favorite guests, the Tomlinson ladies. Harry absolutely adores them, especially Rebecca. The young omega has recently started attending with her mother. Her charm and wit are a delightful addition to the stuffy townsfolk.

“H, what am I gonna do with those salmon rolls? If I toss’em, those damn critters will come.”

He smiles at his dear friend Niall. He doesn’t know where he’d be without his two best friends. They offered him unconditional kindness, unlike the other folks in town. Niall steps into the main area, allowing the kitchen door to swing behind him. He’s dressed in his serving best, his shirt a little ruffled from his lack of an iron.

“Niall, you tit, where is the lemon tea? Becky came in from the next town over specifically for lemon. Which she mentioned you’d give to her.” Zayn enters, finishing off his comment with a wink.  

He was finally able to talk Zayn into working for pay a few months back. He’d always offered to help when Harry needed it, but since his business was doing well, he felt it right to pay wages when deserved. They were in this together. The three musketeers as Niall calls them. While Niall fits in with the gossiping gals for tea, Zayn is much too moody and reserved for the Tuesday tea crowd. He is better suited for their storefront, which carries a variety of teas and tea paraphernalia.  

“Ah shit. I forgot.” Mid reply he's off headed to the backroom, no doubt looking for lemon tea.  

Zayn snickers. “Becky isn't here. But that's what he gets for taking my lunch!” 

Harry laughs, whilst rolling his eyes. “Zayn,” he chides.

“Harry, that man takes food like nobody’s business. Doesn’t Shawn feed him?” 

They laugh again at the expense of their Irish friend. God, he’s forever thankful for Zayn.

The two formed a special bond right from the start. Their omega’s united in being the eldest unmated omegas in town. While Zayn doesn’t mind being different, Harry does. He wants love. 

When the bell chimes, Zayn takes off, retreating to the store and leaving Harry to the socialites. Zayn isn’t a talker. His normally baggy pants are a turn off for society’s elite. Harry quite thinks the paint splatters give him character. 

“Harry, darling. Look at you. More handsome every time I see you.”  

“Thank you, Mrs. Rosie, though nobody is more beautiful than you.” He gives her the customary peck on the cheek. While Mrs. Rosie is 80 years old, and her eyes have developed cataracts, he is not about to shoot down a compliment when he gets it, no matter how untruthful it may be.  

She’s followed by Mrs. Virginia, a woman too far up her own arse to realize how unappealing she truly is. He avoids her as best he can. As guests file in, each taking their designated seat, he stops at a delicate and familiar voice. Rebecca greets him, her lace dress trailing behind as she offers a hug. 

“Harry, I’m so happy to see you.” 

“Rebecca. May I say you’re even more grown up than before.” She giggles as he takes her hand and places it on his elbow. 

“Is Mrs. Johannah not joining us?” He looks around for the young girl’s mother.

Rebecca snorts, shocking Harry. It’s a sound far from ladylike.

“My brother has once again found himself in a predicament.” She chuckles. “Harry, I would quite like you to take him. And please know,” they stop walking. “He is a handful.”   

“A handful?” He gulps. 

In a perfect world, he’d believe Rebecca was truly offering her brother, but their differences are less than ideal. The Tomlinsons class is far above his own. Being the eldest and only boy, his matching must be ideal. Their lineage depends upon Louis’ mate and their status. He could never dip into the cesspool of unworthiness.

Rebecca offers him a smile, sitting and thanking him before he excuses himself. His heart was soaring at the idea that Louis and he could court. It is a silly dream; one he knows is foolish. That, however, does not stop his daydreaming as he greets the remainder of his guests.

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“Ladies, what am I to do?” 

Mrs. Johannah enters mid-way through tea, exasperated. She’s taken her seat, though she looks a tad bit shaken up. The ladies of Mayfair share glances between themselves, seemingly at a loss for words. 

“I had to convince the Sheriff he wasn’t a menace to society, though we both know he is.” Rebecca attempts to hide her giggles behind a gloved hand, Mrs. Johannah scowling at the young girl. 

“I’d send him to a boys' school if I could. Do they have schools for twenty-five-year-old hooligans? Last week he was said to have released Mr. Carlson’s horses into the wild. The wild, Christine! He’s adding gray hair to my head as we speak. I’ll be in a care home sooner than later.” 

“Mummy.” Rebecca clasps her mother’s hand, patting delicately. “Is Louis okay?” Her tone concerned. 

“Oh darling.” She pats the girl’s hand. “As if anything could hurt your brother.” She pauses, taking in the women’s faces. “I just want him to settle down. Why can’t he find a good omega, mate, and produce pups?” 

He is taken aback when the otherwise poised Johannah leans forward, her elbows on the table, hands cradling her head. 

“Jay darling, he’s just a little rambunctious. All alpha boys are.” 

“Not your Liam, Karen. He hasn’t rubbed off on him yet.” 

“I didn’t think they had that kind of relationship, mum.” Jay looks at her daughter shocked. Harry imagines Ms. Rebecca can be quite feisty outside of tea. He would quite like to get to know her.

Mrs. Karen offers a tiny nod, ignoring the young girl's comment as Harry circles the table refilling water where necessary. 

“Jay, have his offers been declined?” 

Jay scoffs. “Declined?! He has yet to make an offer!” Her remark quiets the room. The ladies looking at her appalled. 

“He’s a darling, when he’s not in trouble that is,” Mrs. Karen chuckles between her words. “I don’t understand how he’s not found someone to court.” 

Louis sounds like a right mess and Harry isn’t in the mood to clean up messes. Is this a sign from the universe to stop with his unhealthy infatuation? Maybe this moment should remind him it is best to stay out of other people’s business.    

“Harry, darling.” Mrs. Johannah stops him, taking his hand. “Harry. I’d imagine you were a good boy, yeah? Never caused your mama this amount of anguish?” 

He rubs her hand with his thumb. He’d like to believe he was a decent pup; his most deplorable crime being unmated. He offers her a sympathetic smile hoping his words help. 

“All boys grow-up eventually, Mrs. Johannah.” 

“Oh darling, how many times must I ask you to call me Jay?” She sighs. “Though perhaps you are right. Sometimes he’s just…He’s a good pup, he is, but sometimes he doesn’t think.” 

The conversation ends when Niall enters, offering sandwiches. His cheeks are red; an indication Zayn’s prank landed. He involuntarily chuckles at the thought of a giggling Zayn and an Irish tempered Niall. He fears this is the beginning of a never ending prank war. 

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Between bickering about status and the less than pleasant state of the recent parties, Harry needs quiet. His mind pounds, the sound resonating deep within his skull. The words, New Years and ball being the last thing he hears. From the excitement coursing through the room, he imagines the Mayfair ladies are thrilled to finally bedazzle at an exquisite party. He wouldn’t know about parties and their distressing state, he had never been invited.

The quiet space of his kitchen offers his mind a break. He has been distraught ever since Jay arrived. Her stressed state seems to have permeated into him as well. Shoving a cucumber sandwich into his mouth, he misjudges the amount of filling, his cheeks puffing as he chews carefully. It’s been a while since he’s had a cucumber sandwich. He quite enjoys them. 

“Not very distinguished, omega.” 

The air stills as his lungs cease to function. Peeking around the corner, his suspicions are confirmed. The back door is propped, the alpha leaning against the frame as smoke slips from his lips.

Mr. Tomlinson awakens Harry’s omega like no other. His smell of bergamot and orange taunts Harry anytime the alpha’s around. He’s aware his feelings are unrequited, but his omega’s desire to admire from afar is too strong to ignore. 

“You can’t be back here,” he says mid-chew. He really is making quite an impression on one of the town’s most eligible alphas. 

“Mum insisted she not miss tea. How could I deny her such pleasures?” 

Harry’s movements are slow, calculated, as he maneuvers through the small kitchen. “Perhaps by minding the rules?” 

Louis tsks, his lips curving upwards in a smile. “You have a crass mouth, omega.”

The idea of Louis admiring Harry’s mouth stirs feelings deep within his belly. His tongue darts out and retrieves the last bit of cream left on his lip. He is silenced when Louis’ eyes follow, the watchful stare releases warmth between his legs. 

“Did you free more horses?” Harry tuts, the question absurd. 

Louis advances, throwing his used tobacco to the ground, his pheromones strong. “Carlson is a thief,” he spews. “No more an honest man than those he bets with. Those horses belong to nature. The sooner man recognizes life is not property is the day man is free.” 

Harry’s taken aback by the confession. He hadn’t imagined Louis to be the hero. The stories he hears, including those from Louis’ own mother, deem him a rebel.

“And today?” He can’t help but ask, the man’s blue eyes igniting his curiosity. 

A cheeky smile and a shake of the head he replies. “Right place, wrong time I reckon. I imagine my mum shared her dread. Wishes me a family man.” 

Louis plucks a cucumber sandwich from an abandoned tray, chewing in dainty bites. 

“She is rather stricken with you. Do you not wish to be a family man?” His heart pounds, breath held as he awaits an answer. Even despite his own dreams, they are far from a respectable pair. What if the alpha has actually found a suitable match and has yet to tell anyone?

Anytime he and Niall stroll the square, Louis is seen with friends, keeping to themselves. While Harry’s heard rumblings of the alpha’s promiscuity, there’s been no proof. Just jaded words by those jealous of the man. Everyone knows, words without action are weakened by seconds. 

“I very much wish,” the alpha replies. He steps around the table, his eyes never leaving Harry’s. 

The air thickens as their breathing intensifies, leaving him anxious. The tremble in his body vanishes upon the sweet smell of Louis’ pheromones. Instantly his body sags, a relief despite the embarrassment. He holds himself up against the counter when Louis advances, their bodies within touching distance. Harry stills.

“Alas that love, whose view is muffled still. Should without eyes see pathways to his will.” The words are spoken softly. When the alpha departs, his words are left echoing through Harry’s mind. 

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Returning to tea, he finds the chatter increased. Louis positioned himself between his mother and sister, a true alpha presence amongst the omegas and betas. Harry observes the man from afar, watching as he speaks with grace and humility to those who engage with him. 

Ms. Janice taps his forearm lightly, gaining his attention. “Harry,” she smiles. “It’s always a delight to see you darling.” 

He and Ms. Janice have formed a sweet bond. One he imagines is due to the loss of his own nan. She had passed not long after his grandfather; their love was too strong to be broken by death. 

“Have you been hearing the news?” 

“The news?” 

He gently sits beside her, crossing his ankles like an elegant omega would. 

“The Tomlinson’s New Years ball. It shall be a momentous event. A wonderful place to meet young alphas…” There’s a sparkle in her eye. 

Ms. Janice, even in her ripe old age, is a free spirit. She’s been seen entertaining alphas ten years her junior. Harry marvels at her tenacity and ability to live how she sees fit. He wishes one day to be like her.

“Oh Janice. I’m not sure I’m one for fancy parties. Besides, I know my place.” 

She hunkers closer to him, her eyes filled with mirth. “Oh darling. You belong on the arm of a good alpha. A man who fights every day to keep you, because you, sweetheart,” she pats his cheek lightly. “You are a special omega. And there is no alpha worthy of you, you remember that.” 

“But-” Harry starts.

“You shine brighter than the stars my dear. Now-” She doesn’t finish; instead, her gaze fixed over his shoulder. “Call it divine intervention, fate, or a curious alpha, but someone is rather keen on gaining your attention.” 

There isn’t time for a response. Louis steps beside him, his eyes sparkling as he takes Ms. Janice’s elbow and leans in, kissing her cheek. 

“Ms. Janice.” The elderly beta provides a sweet cheek kiss back, patting Louis’ cheek. The possibility of receiving the same treatment causes heat to tinge his cheeks. “I do feel you’ve held another successful event Mr. Styles.” 

Louis turns to the room, Harry’s eyes following. 

“Mr. Styles,” Janice scoffs. “The formality of your entrance is entertaining. I know for fact Louis, you prefer first names. Something about being more personable.” She smiles sweetly, goading the alpha. 

“Ah Ms. Janice. You do know me well.” He turns to Harry. “I fear I do not know young Harold-” 

“Harry,” he tries interrupting, though Louis continues. “I do not know young Harold well enough for first names.” 

“You be kind to my sweet Harry. He’s more precious than you ever were.” She chuckles, her finger pointed directly at his chest not allowing a rebuttal. “You best remember Louis Tomlinson; I’ve seen you in nappies.” 

A vicarious rumble emits from Louis’ chest, his head thrown back in laughter as he holds Ms. Janice’s shoulder. They’ve gained glances from the others, their curiosity getting the best of them.

“Oh Janice, I do love your spirit.”

“Word is you’ve got quite the spirit yourself, young pup.” She pats Louis’ shoulder. 

“A young pup? I wouldn’t mind returning to my youth.” 

“Enjoyed turning up my garden for worms, did you? Could have thrown you and Liam to the birds if I’m honest.” 

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. The image of two young pups playing in the garden: Ms. Janice hollering behind them waving a broom. It’s endearing hearing the way she speaks of them. A friendship built to withstand time. 

“Mr. Tomlinson.” The name is elongated to prove contempt.

Mrs. Virginia breaks up their conversation by squeezing between Ms. Janice and the alpha. “I see you’ve joined us for tea. How nice.” Her words were less than pleased. “You know, tea, darling, is for omegas and betas. Best to find events suited for young alphas such as yourself. Maybe run off and find yourself a mate? Keep the gray hair on your mama’s head to a minimum. Hmm?” She rubs her bony finger over Louis’ cheek. His displeasure is noticeable in his tight lips.

“Of course, Mrs. Virginia.” There’s a pause. “How foolish of me to believe we should all be equal. I will keep that in mind when you find yourself calling upon a hand. Ms. Janice, always a pleasure darling. I look forward to catching up soon. Yes?” He leans in, pecking her cheek. 

“I shall have the cobbler warmed and ready for your arrival.”   

“Mr. Styles.” He pauses, his movements unsure. “As always, thank you for providing a space filled with joy and friendship. I wish you the best this holiday season.” He nods before turning back to his family.

Mrs. Virginia scoffs. “Such a rude boy. No wonder his mama is ready to ship him off to America. No omega would be foolish enough to take on such a heathen.” 

“I find Mr. Tomlinson to be delightful. He is crass, but his honesty is meant to inform, to educate. I believe him to have a good heart.” 

It’s apparent Ms. Janice’s kind words are not reciprocated. Harry wonders how Mrs. Virginia can hold herself in such high regard. The pedestal she stands upon is held up by judgment and lies. He pities her fall. 

When the bell chimes, his heart drops. He watches as Louis escorts Rebecca out of the shop, the safety net he felt disappearing with them.

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“Harry! Harry!” Niall shouts. His best friend tugs his hand the moment he steps through the door.

“What?” Harry looks between his friends, their eyes holding no answers. Zayn sat behind the counter; eyes cast on a box. 

All three examine the small item. It’s no larger than Harry’s hand and wrapped in brown packaging paper, a twig of thyme adorning the top, secured with a blue ribbon. 

“What is it?” He picks the item up, giving it a sniff, confirming the twig is in fact thyme. It is the same decoration he used for Tuesday tea. 

“Open it,” Zayn says, pushing the box towards him.

The package is light, piquing his curiosity. Removing the twig and unwrapping the ribbon, he rips open the paper. “How do we know this is meant for me?” 

It’s an honest question. This item could be for Niall or Zayn, they don’t know. 

“It was left at the door.” Zayn says.

“What if it’s for Niall?” He tries handing over the box. 

“Shawn ain’t like that. He’s a thoughtful bloke, but he’s never once left a gift.” 

Harry nods. Shawn is romantic, a perfect partner for Niall. He hand-delivers all his gifts, something that still makes Niall blush. 

“Zayn,” he holds the box out.

Zayn scoffs. “As if.”

Peaking around the shop, he checks no customers are watching as he lifts the box, sniffing. It’s a delicate fragrance, one he isn’t familiar with. 

“Harr-eh, open it.”

“What if it kills me?”

Niall cackles, leaving Harry unamused. “Who’d be trying to kill ya?” 

“I don’t know, Niall.” 

Deciding it’s best to get it over, he pulls off the top, a small package of tea leaves nestled between a cloth. He sniffs again, the fragrance reminiscent of the exotic teas he’s read about in books.

Grabbing a tea book from under the counter Zayn flips it open, turning to an aroma profile chart. Zayn sniffs the tea, placing the carton in Niall’s outstretched hand. They search over the profiles landing on an exotic tea from India. 

“Harry?” Niall’s voice is soft. 

He looks to find his best friend holding up the cloth the tea leaves were nestled on. A beautiful blue embroidered H stands out against the clean white linen. His eyes water at the gesture, his fingers shaking as he traces the neatly needled sunflower in the corner. 

“Oh.” His mouth goes dry, as his eyes take in the lace. 

“I reckon that answers who it’s for.” Niall smiles. “Me mates got a suitor.”

“Harry.” Zayn stands, leaning on the counter. “Who is it?” 

Who is it? His fingers continue to dance delicately over the fabric as he stares out the window. Who would leave him such a beautiful and thoughtful gift and why? 

“I don’t know.” His voice is small, fragile, merely a whisper. 

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The sun is shining and there’s a skip to his step. Today’s the day they find his suitor. Well, it’s an ordinary day, but Harry’s determined to multitask. He’s been receiving gifts every day since the day after tea; even Christmas! 

Now with the new year approaching, he must know who’s been leaving such thoughtful items. 

“What about Theo? I reckon he’d make a decent alpha.” 

They sit in front of the store window, their heads cradled in their hands as they watch passersby. 

“Nah,” Zayn says. “Theodore isn’t posh enough for such gifts.” 

“Zayn, that’s rude. Theodore may have made those items with his own hands.” 

“Mate, that bloke isn’t hand dipping candles.” 

Niall snorts. Their eyes follow the burly alpha as he crosses the road to speak with Mr. Granger. “He’s too alpha for Harold.” 

“Hey. What does that mean?” 

Zayn chuckles, his hand delicately covering his mouth. “You need a pretty alpha.” 

Harry inspects Theodore from afar, the alpha very much not Harry’s type. At his age though, who is he to turn down a suitor? 

“What about Liam?” Niall wonders, the alpha coming into view. He’s holding a wicker box, an elaborate number of flowers peeking out. 

Zayn rights himself, Harry knowing how the omega feels about that particular alpha. “No. It could never be Liam.” 

Zayn’s pheromones begin to waft through the room. His distress being known. 

“I don’t know. He’s a good-looking bloke. Arms of steel, that one.” Niall sits up. “Watcha stinkin’ up the place for, mate?” 

Harry smacks Niall and nods towards Zayn. The omega’s eyes glisten as he watches Liam pass. He waits for Niall to catch on, recognizing the comment hurt their friend.

“I reckon it’s not Liam though.” Niall wraps an arm around Harry’s shoulders. No doubt the gesture to help add theatrics to his makeshift apology. “I doubt you’re his type H. I’d reckon he prefers small omegas- like Zayn,” he tacks on for good measure. 

Zayn relaxes, his shoulders resting in their rightful place. All's right with the world, as they continue to watch out the window. 

“Oi, Tomlinson. You get your arse back here.” 

All three jump back when Louis abruptly stops in front of the window. His eyes meet Harry’s, before he’s tumbled about in Tommy’s arms. The alpha’s the same age as Harry, with a similar build. The two right themselves, laughing as they dust off the dirt kicked up during their scuffle. Louis tilts his hat as Tommy wraps his arm around the alpha’s shoulders. They meet Liam, who’s waiting across the street, the basket resting on the stone wall. 

“Oi. Imagine if it were Tomlinson. You’d have to escape town, H. He’s got more trouble following him than the nasty brute Nicholas.” Niall’s shaking his head, his displeasure visible. 

Niall’s loved up. Happy. He doesn’t understand the loneliness that eats at Harry’s bones. He is past the age of courting, past the age of acceptable mating. His own mother has ostracized him for choosing love over comfort. Besides, Harry dreams of a place where he and Louis can be together. Hearing Niall say such hurtful words tears through his soul. 

Zayn understands, his alpha was an arrangement set up by his family. A day before they were to mate, the alpha left never to return. Whether he was lost at sea or chose to run, the truth is unknown. Harry knows it to be a farce, a ruse, nothing more. Any omega to appear heartbroken is better than one happy to have escaped an arraignment. 

“Harry.” 

All three turn, finding Rebecca standing behind them. A daisy in her hand.

“Hello, Ms. Rebecca.” “Hi.” “Hiya.” Harry, Zayn, and Niall greet her. 

“Is there something fascinating outside?” She steps between Harry and Niall; her eyes searching. “Is Louis causing problems?” She smiles, her eyes crinkling like her brothers. “He does quite enjoy giving Tommy a hard time.” 

There’s softness in her words leading Harry to watch the two alphas. Tommy’s arm slapped around Louis’ shoulders as they talked, both smiling. Their friendship is new, Tommy not known to have hung around Louis much. 

He turns to find the young omega watching her brother closely, at least it appears to be her brother she’s watching.

“Ms. Rebecca, may I ask who gave you such a beautiful flower?” 

She continues to twirl the flower in her hand, her gaze never faltering.

“Do you fancy Tommy?” It’s a brazen question, but he wishes to know. 

She ducks her head, her hair falling to cover her rose-colored cheeks. 

“We are to be mated soon. Mum is incredibly pleased. She adores Tommy and his family. We’ll be moving to a home nearer to her, which she loves even more.”

Harry’s heart races. It’s not often a younger sibling is mated and out of the home before the eldest. His eyes flick to Louis as he positions himself between Liam and Tommy. The three alphas talk amongst themselves, waving to those they pass before turning the corner and out of sight. 

“It’s unheard of, a younger sibling mated before the eldest.”

While Harry’s embarrassed of Niall’s crassness, he’s inwardly grateful. 

“Oh,” Rebecca replies, stepping away from the window. “Louis has an omega.”

Niall scoffs. “The entire town knows about who keeps his bed warm, ain’t no surprise.” 

Her lips morph into a frown, her eyes questioning Niall. “The town knows of his reputation, not his heart.” Her eyes meet Harry’s. “He’s an amazing brother and alpha and his omega shall never wonder if they are loved. For they will be, till Louis’ last breath.”

He’s quite sure he’s stopped breathing, his heart no longer willing to beat with this news. Is this what Louis meant? That he has found love, but eyes cannot see unless it is his will? The mind has little time to process as the heart has already begun to break.

“Well, good for him. Hopefully that omega will tame him.” Niall cackles, Zayn only providing a soft smile as he looks at Harry. Zayn knows. He wonders if their bond in loneliness is connected, giving them the ability to feel the others’ pain.

Rebecca smiles, offering nothing more on Louis’ omega. “I shall see you all at the New Year’s ball, yes?”

“Wouldn’t miss it if me tits were on fire,” Niall replies. Her belly laugh catches him off guard. Naill’s odd sense of humor tends to cause laughter; it’s an admirable trait though he is tactless. They exchange comments regarding the party before she exits, her fingers twirling the flower as she leaves.

“H, are we really going to this party? I’ve never been invited to such a high-class event. You think they’ll shoo me away with me loafers?”

“No, Niall. They won’t shoo you away.”

He meanders to the counter and sits. His bones are tired and weak with this new revelation. When Zayn places his arm around Harry’s shoulder, he releases the tears he had been holding back.

“Why you cryin’?” Niall stands opposite the counter, his blue eyes boring into Harry’s.

“Louis is a good alpha.” Zayn hisses, pulling Harry closer. “And Harry is in love with him.”

Niall’s eyes go wide, the genuine shock prevalent in his features. “Harry. I- I didn’t know.”

Harry turns his face into Zayn’s chest to hide from the world. He is a pathetic omega who is not worthy of love.

“H, I’m sorry. My mouth moves faster than me brain. Louis is a good alpha, yeah? He is.” 

His words are muffled, as he continues to hide in Zayn’s chest. “It doesn’t matter, Niall. He has someone.”

Niall makes his way around the counter and pulls them in. They stay huddled together, an unknown amount of time passing. The idea that both his friends know his darkest wishes, he feels the weight lifted. While his circumstances won’t change, his freedom to pine publicly is easier.

“Maybe,” he hiccups. “Maybe I should find my suitor. It’s better to be taken care of than be alone, right?”

The air between them changes. His friends pity him, and it hurts.

“Let us help,” Niall offers.

“Who knows, H. It could be someone beyond the moon and stars. An alpha pining you from afar. Kind of romantic, isn’t it?”

Harry sniffles, pulling away from his friends. He appreciates Zayn’s sweet words.

“You think?”

They nod eagerly. “Now me personally, I can’t be arsed to rise with the sun, but I bet Shawn would. He can wait and see what divine Alpha desires the heart of our Harry.”

“Niall,” Zayn starts, pushing the omega away from the group. “Maybe the less people knowing the better, yeah?”

The blue-eyed lad looks offended. “Whatcha mean by that? You think me Shawn isn’t a good detective?” 

“No. I think you’re a meddler and your plans often go awry.”

He and Zayn giggle, knowing Zayn’s statement to be fact.

“One time I caused a ruckus at the pub and you hyenas hold on to it like gold.”

Zayn pulls away, grabbing a cloth and dabbing his eyes.

“Remember when you tried selling your blankets at the town market? You had a right fit when Mrs. Burnett informed you your stitching was off and suggested you join the church omegas for afternoon crocheting.”

Niall huffs. “There was nothing wrong with me stitching. The old bird was just mad me blankets were superior.”

“Niall,” Harry says, proceeding with caution. “You didn’t sell anything.”

“I’m not sure why I’m being taunted. I am by far the most advanced in all the trades. Harry here couldn’t whittle a spoon if his life depended on it.”

“Neither can you!” Harry shouts, tears of joy falling from his eyes.

“Well… I’ll make ya a good pair of chopsticks.”

They laugh, knowing he’s full of piss and vinegar, something Harry’s incredibly grateful for as it lifts his sour mood.

When the bell chimes, they disperse, each attending to their designated duties. It’s a working day and he needs to tend to it. Picking up his latest courting gift; a basket filled with cheese and meats, a mix of fresh herbs topping his treats. He walks to the back, the customary twig of thyme tied to the gift swaying back and forth.

Maybe Louis’ unavailability is a gift. Letting the alpha go releases the possibility and hope of a courtship. By opening his heart, he’s giving himself back to nature and allowing true love to find him.

Maybe…this is exactly what Harry needed.

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“Niall,” Zayn hisses. “Stop pushin’! Your arse is in my face and I’m about to be sick.”

“Me arse is perfect. Just last night Shawn said- “

Zayn slaps a hand over Niall’s mouth, covering whatever ridiculous comment was about to fall from his lips.

All three are perched in the store’s loft, a crawl space barely large enough for one, not three fully grown men. Harry plasters himself to the window, the sun peaking over the horizon painting the sky a beautiful orange and pink.

“I want you both to know this is beyond absurd.” Zayn chides, as he attempts to maneuver around Niall. “I can’t believe I agreed to leave my nest for this.”

“Zayn, if it helps, I appreciate it immensely. I couldn’t imagine facing my suitor without my best friends.” The return smile eases Harry’s heart. They’ve been crowded together for too long, their bodies sweating and molding together as one.

“I just hope this works. It’d be our luck they wouldn’t come.”

“Zayn!” Niall shouts. “Don’t say it. Now we’ll fall through the loft with the luck you’ve wished upon us.”

“Niall,” Zayn scoffs. “I merely said they wouldn’t show. You’ve just wished us through the floor you tit.”

“Will you both stop? Someone’s coming,” he says, noticing a form nearing in the shadows.

They shove their faces in the small circle window, each trying to get a better look. The visitor wears a hat, their trench coat brown and long, dragging in the dirt. This isn’t someone he’s familiar with. Is it possible they are from a neighboring town?

“Who is it? Who is it?” Niall asks, elbowing Harry to get a better view. “You think it’s that bloke from the iron shop? At least we know he’s good with his hands and maybe other things, right?” Niall wiggles his eyebrows.

“You disgust me.” Zayn pushes the Irish man away, sprawling himself out so there’s no space for the lad to return.

“Everyone loves a good knot, Zayn. Why shouldn’t Harold be included in that?”

Harry rolls his eyes. The way his friend speaks of such things tinges his cheeks. The stranger passes, taking Harry’s hope with them.

With the sun shining upon their small town, it’s apparent their detective work is a lost cause. Townsfolk meander through the square as shop owners open their stores for business.

It was a futile attempt. Clearly the alpha no longer fancies him.

Zayn climbs down the ladder first, followed by himself. Their mouths fall to the floor seeing Louis standing outside the shop door, an envelope in his hand.

His friend rushes to the door, opening it and allowing the alpha in.

“Morning.” Louis says, entering the shop.

Harry’s mid reply when Niall shouts, a banging followed by a loud clatter. “Me nuts!”

Oh my. He’d never wished more than to be home, curled in his nest and safe from the world.

“You idiot.” Zayn shouts, before turning towards Louis. “Sorry,” he offers sheepishly, assisting Niall down the ladder before removing it.

When Niall spots Louis, a smirk on the alpha’s face, Harry begins to wonder if Niall’s red cheeks are from embarrassment or irritation.

“Mr. Tomlinson. I’m sorry for my harsh words. I do apologize.” He wouldn’t dare apologize if it were just the three of them.

“Well, s ’pose that’s one way to start the morning.” The alpha chuckles, handing Harry the envelope in his hand. “Found this outside, thought perhaps you dropped it.”

Harry looks at the card, a twig of thyme stamped with a wax seal.

He wishes to rip it open, but refrains, noticing three sets of eyes.

“H, open it. Go on.” Niall says, his eyes still wide.

Harry looks at Louis, nervous at the idea of the older lad knowing.

“Go ahead darling, don’t be afraid. I can make myself busy.” He steps away, giving a nod to them as he walks to the back of the store. While Louis meanders, picking up random teas from the shelf, Harry pushes his friends and himself behind the counter.

“We missed them?” He asks, wondering if either omega had seen someone he hadn’t.

“I blame it on Niall.” Zayn’s face is serious.

“It wasn’t me fault,” the omega whines. “I almost lost me life and you’re blaming it on me?”

Harry runs his fingers through the top of the envelope, slowly tearing the paper apart. Holding his breath, he pulls the card from its encasement, the large, embossed H the first thing he sees. Eagerly he flips the card, his eyes landing on the beautiful scrawl of ink in the middle.

My dearest omega, 

Do me the honors of being my kiss at the Tomlinson New Year’s ball.

There isn’t a signature, nor a name or letter left to allude to this request. He isn’t sure how long he’s been standing, his eyes searching the card for something that won’t appear.

“Mr. Styles?”

Louis stands before him, tea in his hands. Where have his friends gone? He searches the room, finding Zayn behind the counter and Niall gone, no doubt in the office working on their bookkeeping.

“Please, call me Harry.” His voice is soft.

“Are you alright?” Louis asks.

His closeness leaves goosebumps on Harry’s skin. This alpha truly is a dream, only he’s another omega’s reality. The perfect mix between affectionate and protective.

“Yes, thank you.”

Louis’ eyes search his face. “May I?” He holds out his hand. Harry obliges, handing the card to him. Louis reads the card, turning it over in his hands.

“Do you not wish to be courted?”

He’s taken aback by the alpha’s comment. How had Louis known he was being courted?

“You recognize this as a courting gift?”

The skin beside his blue eyes crinkled, his smile wide. “Of course. I’ve given a gift or two myself. Know all about courting rituals.” Louis takes a pause, looking at the envelope in Harry’s hands. “Do you mind sharing?”

“Sharing?” Harry asks, confused. His thoughts wrapped up in Louis.

“Your alpha?”

“Oh,” he looks down, his hair cascading over one eye. He shakes his head, his body heating by the second. When he hasn’t responded, Louis steps forward.

“For they should be so lucky to cause such a beautiful blush.” There’s a pause as the alpha pushes a curl behind Harry’s ear. “I look forward to seeing you there. Your friends as well.”

His heart melts as butterflies take flight. He doesn’t respond, instead watching as the alpha heads to Zayn, placing his items to purchase on the counter. “My good lad. I’d like these please.”

He inhales deeply, allowing Louis’ pheromones to calm and warm his insides. The scent was still strong, though he walked away. 

When he departs Niall and Zayn rush to his side. “What did he say?” Zayn asks.
“He’s invited us to the ball. Class aside, he insists we come.”

“Knew I liked him. A good lad, very good lad.” They both look at Niall. He nods, his eyes serious as he glances between them. Zayn is the first to respond by pushing Niall, the omega tumbling from being caught off guard.

“You gave him grief not more than a day ago.”

“Yes, well. Me minds been changed. I’m allowed to do that, you know.” He’s earnest in his delivery.

“Yes, Niall. You’re allowed, but your opinion changes like the wind,” he chides.

“Oh my, Harold,” he places his arm around Harry’s shoulders. “You’re quite theatrical, aren’t ya?”

He smiles at his blue-eyed friend, his charm a quality cherished. “Perhaps.”

They giggle, each of them taking a sip of the freshly made tea Zayn recently poured.

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The sun sets behind the mountains as the air cools. Rather than rushing, he takes his time, enjoying the elements as they are. Tonight’s the ball. The very ball he’s been asked to attend, meeting the alpha who’s been courting him for the last two weeks.

Anticipation builds in his belly. The small ball of nerves spreading like a disease. Tonight, his life changes, and he isn’t sure he’s ready. After Louis left, he, Niall, and Zayn talked about the implications of what this means for him.

Harry’s been courted and he shall accept said courting or be thrown back into the pool of available omegas. While Zayn thinks he should wait for love, Niall says differently. If Harry truly wishes to have his own family and a home with a mate, he isn’t going to get more offers. The omegas in this town are young and beautiful, giving an older omega less opportunity for courtship.

He’s been wrestling with thoughts on tonight and the implication of his actions. Attending ensures he meets his alpha, the man who’s personalized gifts have left him with the feeling of being desired, wanted.

Their makeshift plan begins at eight when Niall and Shawn arrive. Zayn is still undecided on attending. When Harry arrives, Niall will greet him, ensuring he isn’t alone upon arrival. This gives them time for detective work, Niall’s idea, not his.

Picking up his step, he smiles as he passes small pups rolling a ball back and forth. Their return smiles pick up his mood. Is he foolish to believe he’ll never have that? A family of his own. Pups of his own, who he’s able to teach all about teas, dancing, and how to love.

Their youth has yet to be tainted by society and their rules and structure. The world they could have if only everyone treated each other with kindness instead of snobbery. His mind rushes to Mrs. Virginia and her nasty remarks. The pedestal she stands on is too high for anyone to reach. If someone were to take an ax, he would deem it necessary.

Reaching the exterior of his small cottage, a bubbling feeling enters his body. Today is the last day he enters his home as a single omega. Tonight, his life will change, he can feel it in his bones. As anxious as he is, he’s ready to accept this alpha into his life.

Lost in thought, he trips over an item. A cream box placed before his door, the blue ribbon and sprig of thyme tied as always. He picks up the package and rushes inside. This box is the largest to date. 

Bits of brown packing paper scatter across the floor as Harry tears open the box. Removing the top, he stops; a familiar cardboard H lays on top of the tissue paper. His trembling hands open the card, his breath halted as he awaits his fate.

My Dearest Omega,

Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gathered in their prime rot and consume themselves in little time. You, my omega, absorb the sun and the moon, for your beauty could never rot. You are my thyme. A gift from Aphrodite herself; a creation made from love.

I wish nothing more than to confess my heart’s desire under the winter stars. Please say you’ll meet me there, my love. For I will fall to my knees, offering my heart on a platter.

Gently moving the tissue paper, his eyes well up, draping the item over his skin. He likes the way the light blue lace stands out against his creamy complexion. Only a gifted lace worker can create something so divine. It is unlike anything he has seen before.

He places the vest on the table, removing the silken blouse with embossed English roses. How one person could be so sweet, he’ll never understand. He finds hope deep within, as his omega chirps, clearly pleased with their given gifts.

He’s ready. He is ready to love this alpha with all his heart. To present himself as the perfect omega and make his alpha proud. He and Louis are mere ships passing in the night. The alpha is already deeply in love with his omega. So, the time has come. The time he buries all feelings towards Louis and moves on. Let go of his nonexistent past and proudly accept his future.

___

The stars shine brightly as he walks briskly, his small heeled shoes clicking against the cobblestone path. The Tomlinson estate sits back from the main road, large pine trees lining the drive. Harry could never imagine living in the English countryside such as they do. He and his mum had a small cottage close to town since transportation was never easy.

The faded red and brown brick come into view, the warm color adding a level of charm he admires. Inhaling deeply, he prays Niall and Shawn have followed through with the plan. The idea he’d have to face his alpha alone was too terrifying.

A butler extends an arm, asking for Harry’s coat. He blushes, thankful he was wearing perfume to hide his embarrassment. He steps forward unsure of where to go. The man takes pity offering a gesturing hand towards the hall to his left.

With a quiet ‘thank you’ he disappears. This doesn’t at all seem right. The unease leaves the hairs on his arm to stand. His unfamiliarity with large homes shows, though even he finds it uncharacteristic to walk the length of their home.

Taking a deep breath, he carefully walks down the hall, taking in the lineage lining the walls. Each Tomlinson portrait is displayed; the men residing on the left, women on the right. Jay’s portrait stands out, her beauty that of a goddess. He turns to the left, finding Louis’ father’s portrait opposite of Jay. He’s never had the privilege of meeting the man, as he had died tragically in a sea accident. Beside him, a portrait of his regal and majestic son.

Stepping closer, he inspects each brush stroke. The alpha’s distinguishable features are perfected and preserved for eternity.

“Harry.”

Niall stands beside him, his hand outstretched for Harry to accept.

“Ya ready?”

He nods, giving one last glance at Louis’ portrait before stepping into the great room.

It’s as if time stills; his breath leaving his lungs as he blinks rapidly, ensuring he isn’t hallucinating. The pure majesties of this room defies simple words. Each decoration was given the utmost diligence in detail. The delicacy of each snowflake blurs as he stares through the glass ceiling; the glow offering conversation under the stars.

Even in his wildest dreams, he could never imagine such a winter wonderland. How magical to be given a life of such affluence. Each guest is dressed in their best, leaving Harry incredibly grateful his alpha provided clothing.

Niall talks as he guides them around the clusters of guests. While he should be offering his attention to Niall, he’s entranced by Rebecca and Tommy. The two are engaged in dance amongst other couples on the dance floor. They look happy. He’s brought back to reality with the tugging of his arm. With the look on Niall’s face, it must not be the first time his name was called.

“I asked where ya got these.” Niall says, no doubt repeating his question.

“My alpha.” He swallows harshly, the words sticking in his throat. He’s acutely aware his alpha may be watching him as he’s guided by Niall, their arms interlinked. The idea has him standing right and consciously choosing to present himself like a proper omega.

“Knock it off you tit. You look like a proud turkey.” Niall snickers. “Surely this man’s seen ya at yer worst and he still likes you.”

“Niall,” Harry starts. “It’s my only chance. I must be poised.”

They stop in front of the large window, the view overlooking the back garden. “Is it worth it? Being with someone who wants you to be someone else?”

While he appreciates Niall’s friendship and his roundabout way of caring, he doesn’t understand. Niall is lucky in every sense of the word. He can only hope to be a tenth of as lucky as Niall.

When they reach Shawn, Harry’s shocked. Zayn leans against the wall, dapper in his apparel. In all their friendship, he’s unsure he’s ever seen his raven-haired friend in such proper form. With hair slicked back, a curl freeing itself on his forehead, he’s a dream. Even the black button-up and trousers fit as though they were made for him.

“Zayn, I wasn’t expecting you to attend.”

Zayn doesn’t respond, the omega somewhere else. He looks around the room, attempting to spot what has captured his friend’s attention. When he finds his suspected friend’s desire, his mouth drops open.

Liam’s dressed in a gray suit, his hair falling to the sides in waves. The alpha’s talking with Louis, who is dressed equally as handsome. His suit looks dark gray, at least from where he stands.

He wipes his mouth, hoping drool didn’t form from his staring. He holds back a whimper, noticing the alpha’s attention focused on someone beside him.

Harry’s heart rate rabbits as he’s never seen him before. The man’s hair resides in a small bun at the nape of his neck, his darker complexion matching nicely with his ivory-colored suit. Could this be the elusive omega Rebecca had alluded to just days ago?

“Harry.” Zayn says, pulling his attention. “A drink, yeah?”

He nods; the gesture is all he can manage right now. “I feel very out of place.” Zayn states as they await their turn. “It’s too haughty, all these people smiling for the sake of appearance. Rats. All of them.”

“Can we please try to enjoy ourselves? I’m…” He takes a deep breath. “I’m very nervous and I fear I may very well faint before this night is over.”

He glances around, sipping from the glass Zayn just provided. “What if I miss him, Zayn? What if he sees me and decides I’m not worth it?”

Zayn gives him a once over before scoffing. “I reckon he should have thought of that before providing such an outfit. You fit right in mate. You could practically be hosting such an event.”

The compliment tinges Harry’s cheeks. He does feel rather distinguished. Sipping lightly, he steadies his trembling hand.

“Imagine if he’s looking at you right now. You may never know.” Zayn turns his head quickly as if to catch Harry’s suitor in the act. The action is quick and laughable, which he does in fact chuckle.

“We are to meet under the stars at midnight.”

“A kiss? Sounds sappy like you.”

They both chuckle.

Grabbing a small sandwich from a passing tray, Harry pops the morsel into his mouth. He realizes his nerves are getting the best of him, his scent tingeing the air with his jitters.

“Harry, calm down.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just so nervous.”

“For?”

They both halt, the voice sending a chill down his back. Turning, he finds Louis, a smirk on his lips. The alpha looks even more beautiful under the stars. He notices his mind clearing when Louis steps; the smell of bergamot calming him.

“May I say, you both look dashing? This color suits you.” He compliments Harry, his fingers touching the light blue lace outlining his cuffs.

“Thank you.” Their eyes search each other, neither moving from where they stand. “This is a lovely ball. I imagine all the townspeople are delighted you’ve thrown such an event.”

Louis chuckles. “These townspeople are two-faced ninnyhammers who deserve nothing. This event is for purely selfish reasons.”

“Oh?” Zayn’s curiosity peaks. “Do you mind sharing with two non-ninnyhammer townspeople?” He offers his devilish smile.

The alpha smiles back, seemingly aware of his comment. “Please, let me apologize for monopolizing your time. Enjoy.” With that Louis turns on his heels, heading the opposite direction of them.

“Well. That was…odd.” They both chuckle making their way back to Niall and Shawn.

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As the clock counts down, Harry’s nerves heighten. So far, he’s danced with three alphas, each engaging in less than stellar conversation. One even so much to dilute Harry’s opinions with political agendas and the importance of an omega’s place beside their alpha.

“Niall, I don’t know if I can make it. I need something to help the nerves.”

“You want me to go with ya?”

“No, I just. I want you to know that’s where I’ll be…”

Excusing himself, he makes his way to the drinks. It isn’t much longer. Before he knows it the clock will strike twelve and he will be…well, he doesn’t know. Right now, he’s just a ball of nerves and anxiousness. He imagines that won’t be changing anytime soon. Rather than drifting far, he stations himself beside the drink station and samples the treats passing by.

__

His feet sway back and forth from where he sits. With a belly full of treats, he’s ready. All he must do is find the perfect location, a place open enough for his alpha to sweep him off his feet. He’s ready to make his way to the large windows when Louis’ omega steps beside him, the man smelling of lilies and clover.

“Hello.” His voice is rich and deep, a clear Italian accent present. “My name is Elio.” He holds out his hand, requesting Harry shake it. He does because he’s a gentleman.

“Harry.”

“Harry,” he says rolling the r’s. “What a beautiful name for such a beautiful face.”

Their hands are clasped longer than is customary. When Elio’s fingers move from Harry’s hand to his wrists he freezes. His eyes watch as the man traces the fine blue lace around his wrist.

“The finest lace, straight from Italy. I would have never imagined it matching as perfectly with your eyes as it does.”

No. Retracting his hand, he holds it to his chest. The touch felt as though he was burned by fire. No, this can’t be happening. There isn’t time. His tummy tightens as he finds his way back to his friends. How is it his alpha isn’t an alpha? Even in all his fantasies, he’s never imagined catching the eye of a foreigner.

“Zayn. Zayn,” he repeats practically hyperventilating. Zayn catches his shoulders and assesses his body language. In clear distress, he is guided outside, the winter air providing relief to his heated skin.

“Zayn, I…It’s…” Words fail him. “It’s an omega. My suitor. He’s an omega. He’s the man with Louis.” Tears prick his eyes. 

“Would you like to go home? We can go right now.”

“Yes, please.”

“Stay here. I’ll grab our jackets and then take you home.” His friend rushes back through the doors, disappearing in the crowd.

He’s there, alone, under the stars for minutes. It wasn’t long before numbers were shouted, descending in order. It’s almost midnight and he’s a mess outside while his alpha, no, omega waits for him. Deeply inhaling, he allows the crisp air to sting his lungs. At least with the burn he knows he’s still present.

“Harry?”

He turns to find Louis walking towards him. “Harry, what are you doing? It’s cold.”

He turns his face away, not wanting Louis to see his tears. He’s a weak omega, not even worthy of an alpha. “Please don’t turn away from me.” Louis’ fingers graze his jaw, lightly pulling Harry’s face towards him.

“What causes your tears, pup?”

“I,” he sniffles. “I was meant to meet my alpha, only…” He can’t even finish his thought, his mind jumbled.

“Please, Louis. Please just go.” He sniffles again, wiping his eyes. “I am a mess and I’d rather you not bear witness to my tears.”

At the shout of one, fireworks soar, their beauty lighting the sky. He feels foolish, crying outside during a ball. Where is Zayn and why has retrieving their coats taken this much time?

“Harry?”

He’ll never tire of hearing it. The way his name falls tenderly from Louis’ lips. “No tears could ever ruin your beauty. For you my sweet omega, absorb the sun and the moon.”

Louis wipes his tears with the pads of his thumb and….oh. Harry looks up, finding Louis already looking at him. His eyes search the alpha’s face. He steps back taking in the alpha’s appearance. It takes him a moment to notice the blue laced pocket square resting in Louis’ breast pocket.

His fingers touch the delicate fabric, recognizing it to be the same that currently covers his own wrists.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet Harry. Please don’t cry. For this, this is all for you.” He waves his hand around. 

“For me?”

“For you. You are bold and brazen, but sweet and delicate. Do you find me a fool  to be intimidated by you?” He smiles, his eyes crinkling. “I couldn’t hold my heart anymore, for it belongs to you. If you would entertain it, of course.”

Harry moves closer, Louis’ hands finding his waist. He retrieves the blue lace from Louis’ pocket, turning it in his hands.

“A delicate lace from Italy. Elio brought it with him. I had my tailor make something; I do hope it was okay.”

They stand still, only the wind dancing between them. He can’t look away, can’t be bothered to see if anyone is watching. At this moment, all he sees is his alpha. His sweet and loving alpha standing beneath the stars.

 “Alpha?”

Louis’ body shutters under Harry’s hands, his palms resting on the alpha’s shoulders. “That title is pure liquor to my blood.” He leans forward, resting their foreheads together. “Again. Please.” Louis whispers.

“Alpha,” he replies, loving the way Louis’ body reacts to the name. 

“Harry. You’ve ignited a fire deep within me. Please, please say you feel the same.”

He steps closer, the anticipation of tonight making him feel brave. He has wanted this, has dreamed of this and here he is, given…this. “Of course, I’m yours.” He nudges their noses together. “You’re all I want Louis.”

“Oh, my sweet, sweet omega.” Louis closes the distance, their bodies molding into one. “Happy New Year, my darling.”

When Louis laid his thumb on Harry’s lips, he stilled. Leaning closer, Louis closed his eyes, Harry following suit. With his pulse beating fast, he feels as though he will suffocate. Their lips meet, firm, but tender, the feeling of Louis’ lips upon his own something dreams are made of. Wrapping his arms around the alpha’s neck, pulling him closer. He dares not to let go, this being the ineffable life, assisted by fate, that he’s always dared to dream. When their lips open, tiny whines of pleasure shoot through his throat as Louis’ hands travel down his back. With an impatient wriggle, breaking free, wishing them to find a more private place.

“My sweet, omega. Never have I imagined you’d be here in my arms.”

“Oh, alpha.” He sighs, his butterflies flapping freely. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”