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“Baby, I’m home,” Louis called out, taking off his jacket and toeing off his shoes as he walked into the living room.
Harry grinned warmly at Louis from the couch where he was curled up with a book. “Hi alpha. How was your day?” he asked, looking up from the pages.
“Good, darling. Good. How was yours?” he stepped into Harry’s space and leaned in to kiss his omega, jerking back in surprise when Harry growled at him. “Omega?” Louis asked warily, reaching out to cup his face only to be rewarded with another, even more agitated growl. “Haz, what is–” Before Louis could finish his sentence, Harry had gotten up and walked away. “Baby,” Louis followed after him helplessly.
“Go away,” Harry called back coldly, going into their bedroom and shutting the door in his face. Louis stood at the door for a minute, confused as to what happened for his omega to go from all soft on the couch to growling and slamming doors. He tried to scent Harry’s emotions through the door but before he could get any read whatsoever Harry spoke again. “I can still smell you. Go. Away!!” he demanded.
“Darling, at least tell me what’s going on?” Louis pleaded, placing a hand on the doorknob.
“Go ask your other omega, why don’t you?” Harry snarked.
Louis frowned. Other omega? Then it hit him. He remembered the omega that had ended up pressed up against him on the crowded tube. He remembered catching his scent and wrinkling his nose a little all the while thinking about Harry’s warm, woodsy scent instead. “Baby,” Louis sighed. “I was on the tube, H. It was really crowded. Come on now, darling.” he turned the doorknob, surprised when it gave easily. He really thought Harry would have locked the door given the growling and stomping. “Can I come in?” When Harry didn’t immediately say no, Louis took that as invitation to enter. He was greeted by the sight of his beautiful omega sitting on their bed, lips set in a pout and brows furrowed.
“You stink of omega,” Harry accused. “Of the wrong omega.”
“I’m sorry, darling. The tube was so busy today. I had some poor omega pressed to me for 20 min–” Harry growled again and okay, probably not the best choice of words. Louis frowned a little then. Harry had always been a jealous omega – as much as Louis himself was a jealous alpha. But this was not normal jealous omega behavior for Harry. “Omega,” Louis rumbled, letting a tinge of alpha timbre slip into his voice, “are you nearing heat?”
Harry got up with an indignant gasp at that, crossing the room in an instant and banging his fist on Louis’ chest and snarling again. “You did not just all but ask if I’m on my period for being upset that you reek of an unknown omega!” he snapped shrilly.
Louis quickly took off his hoodie which probably carried the bulk of strange scents and tossed it as far from them as possible. “No, darling, that’s not it,” he assured gently, taking Harry’s hands in his own. He didn’t know how to explain it without setting off Harry even more. “Come here, sweetheart,” he requested, Harry reluctantly letting himself be tugged into Louis’ chest.
“What?” he grumbled, turning his face to the side, petulantly refusing to make eye contact with his alpha.
“I’m going to scent you, okay?” he murmured, leaning in to nuzzle against Harry’s jaw. Harry relaxed the slightest bit when Louis’ scent enveloped him. “I can smell it on you, baby,” he said gently.
“Smell what?” Harry asked, still evidently grumpy.
“Your heat, it’s coming soon,” he murmured, tending to Harry’s bond mark lovingly, smiling when his omega’s hands settled on his waist, gripping his jumper tightly. “That’s why you can smell other people on me, my sweet omega,” Louis explained, cupping his face and kissing him tenderly.
“Alpha,” Harry whined in submission, leaning into the touch. “Mine.”
Louis carefully walked them back to the bed till Harry’s knees hit the mattress. “Lie down, love. Let me take care of you,” he requested.
“Mine,” Harry insisted again, settling down in the center of the bed, looking at Louis for more guidance.
“Of course, Harry. I’m all yours, babe. Yours,” Louis promised as he crawled onto the bed, bracketing Harry between his arms and legs. He leaned down to nuzzle and nip at his scent gland, relishing in the way their scents wrapped around them like a warm blanket. He could tell Harry was already slipping a little, possibly about to drop as his body took the last few hours before heat to prepare itself.
“Alpha,” Harry’s voice sounded heavy and far away but still a little panic stricken.
“It’s alright, love. Let go. I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you,” Louis promised, continuing to rub his scent into Harry’s skin. “Float, my sweet omega,” he encouraged.
Harry’s hands that had been tightly holding onto Louis’ jumper in fear of losing his alpha slackened as he fell into a relaxed drop, his omega taken care of.