Notes:

The chapter is edited but I had to hurry it up a little. There might be some mistakes. I will surely come back to them.

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Some houses had souls. They were not just a juxtaposed combination of walls and ceilings. No. Some houses had life of their own. They were warm. Whenever you walked in, they would welcome you with warmth and happiness, a cover to engulf you but to not suffocate you.

That was Jay's house Harry realized.

He sat on the bed and looked around. The room was vast. Wealth and class were glinting off every corner of the house but that did not flip Harry's heart. It was the homey feeling that did it.

The house was classy but it looked lived in. It was not some designed place where you have to think twice before you stepped in. It was the way the family lived in it.

Harry could see how Jay had decorated every corner of the house, how the girls had left behind their things here and there. Toys and makeup kits were scattered around everywhere and yet the house was perfectly cleaned. Harry could see how thoughtfully Jay had put everything in the bathroom and in the wardrobe for the guests to feel welcomed.

What twisted Harry's heart was, he wanted something like this for himself. He wanted a house, completely vacant and ready for him to decorate it. He wanted to build it on his own. A place where his alpha would come home after a day's worth of hard work. A home where his kids would feel the safest. A home where he would know every nook and corners like the back on his own palm. It was kind of his dream. When he was a kid, he saw that dream with a faceless alpha. Some kids loitering around as they sat, watching telly or playing scrabbles. A dog or cat maybe.

Then the alpha materialized just in front of his eyes when he went to university.

Louis was everything Harry wanted since then. A house where he would stay with Louis. Louis was that faceless alpha to him.

What made Harry chuckle as he cried under the duvet was, the dream was going to materialize too.

It was going to come true. Louis would come home, there would be kids around to greet him but the omega would surely not be Harry.

It was like; someone stole his dream and kicked him out of his own reverie. That hurt the most.

Harry could feel his heart squeezing out waves of suffocation as he thought about Louis going upstairs to his bedroom for the night where Arthur was already waiting for him.

And Harry was sent to the guestroom because that was what he was. A guest. In this house and in their lives too. He was not there to stay forever, neither in their house nor in their lives. His role was very short. A cameo.

Harry shook his head, snorting to himself. He was being too poetic.

Sleep was not easy to come. Harry was never good when it came to sleeping in a strange bed. He could not sleep in a new room too.

His eyes kept going towards the clock on his bedside table. It was almost two in the morning.

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Heated breath swam around them as Louis pushed in a lubed finger, heat absorbing it completely. Harry whined, his back arching as he sucked on Louis' cock, his cheeks hollowing. Louis pressed forward, two knuckles, three, and then he was pressing against the prostate. Harry gasped, his teeth almost touching Louis' dick. Louis swatted the omega's already reddening arse-cheek.

"Control yourself," Louis warned, another finger going in without much ado. Harry bobbed his head, swirling his tongue around the mushroom head of Louis' penis. Louis could see Harry's dick, it was almost on his face but he ignored it. His eyes fixed on his own fingers as they came out of that tight, puckered hole and went deep again.

The third finger was almost forced in because Harry's rim was tight, holding onto Louis' fingers like a death grip. No matter how many times Louis told the omega to relax, Harry would tense up until Louis was fed up and shoving in. The Omega would relax under that pressure very soon. The thick and rich smell of slick made Louis harder than before, he leaned forward, licking a stripe up Harry's thighs. Harry shivered when he bit down on his arse-cheek.

"Come on, come on," Louis whispered, tapping Harry's thigh to send the message. Harry got it, as expected, he always got Louis. He scrambled off Louis and sat on his knees, looking at Louis as Louis rose, sliding backwards to rest his back against the headboard.

"Come on," Louis said, his hands beside him, lazily watching Harry scooting forward.

Louis watched those flushed cheeks, those dilated pupils and that heaving chest as Harry positioned himself over Louis' erection. The penetration was hard, the head popping in and Harry almost losing his balance. Louis reached forward, holding onto Harry as the omega gasped, taking in a mouthful of air to breathe.

"I've got you, Harry," Louis whispered, moving his own hips, gliding into the searing heat, "I've got you."

But Harry was twisting in his arms, trying to get away.

"It hurts, Lou," the omega whined, those big eyes watering with pain.

Louis sat up straighter, caught in Harry, his hands going all over Harry's body, writhing body, "what? What hurts, Harry?"

Harry was trying to push him away, sweating profusely, his throat bobbing, "let me go. No! It hurts. You hurt me. You always hurt me!"

The confusion, the pain, the guilt overwhelmed Louis, his eyes searching the boy's face. harry looked like he was in agony, his eyes blinking back tears, those long eyelashes clamped together with droplets caught in them.

"Harry, what...?" Louis could not focus. Harry was visibly hazing out. He was flashing in and out of thin air. Those eyes opened, shocking Louis to his core. Those deep green eyes were red-rimmed as Harry talked, his voice echoing in that room.

"Why do you hurt me, Louis? You always hurt me."

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Louis gasped, his eyes flying open to encounter the darkness. He looked up at the ceiling.

Where was he?

He turned to his side and flinched.

Arthur.

Arthur was sleeping beside him, peaceful and calm.

Completely opposite of what Louis was feeling. Harry's words echoed in his head, making his body tremble. He could not swallow past the lump in his throat. His eyes watering with fear and vulnerability.

His racing heart did not slow down even when Louis sat up against the headboard and drank some water. Nothing really helped, his hands shook, goosebumps littering his skin. The hairs on the back of his neck standing with attention. His alpha was restless in him, sniffing around for that familiar smell.
Louis pushed the duvet away, swinging his legs out of the bed. He stood up, marching towards the door.

He would just see if Harry was sleeping or not.

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The guestroom's door was not locked; Harry never locked his door nowadays. If he was not feeling well in the middle of the night, Niall did not have to break the door down so they had decided to keep the door unlocked and that was what Harry did in Louis' house too.

Louis was grateful for that.

He walked in to see the white duvet covering the figure completely, leaving out just that mop of curls. Harry was sleeping on his left side, exactly how he liked it.

Louis rounded the bed, going around to see that Harry was indeed fast asleep. That did not calm his heart. He placed his hand on Harry's cheekbone, softly caressing it. Harry twisted his nose as if he was tickled and Louis watched with morbid fascination how the omega rubbed his own hand over his cheek, cleaning away Louis' touch.

Louis could feel his alpha arising. He sat down on the bed, beside Harry's head and combed his fingers through Harry's hair, trying to assure himself that no, Harry was not in pain and no, he was not vanishing in thin air.

Those long lashes fluttered, making Louis halt and then Harry was blinking out of his sleep. Louis watched, transfixed, as the omega sniffed him first and then sighed in content and then his rational brain started whirring and Harry was scrambling away. Well, trying to.

He could not. Louis held onto his hands.

"L-Lou?" Harry asked, the name rolling off that tongue so effortlessly. Louis had to bite back his own growl. It confused him.

"Why are you here? Is everything alright?" Harry asked, alert.

Louis nodded, trying hard to look anywhere but at those pool-like eyes, "everything's fine. I just..." saw you leaving me.

Harry watched him, his eyes taking in everything in Louis' posture.

"What happened?" Harry asked, cautious.

Louis shook his head, "I saw a dream. Nightmare, actually."

Harry frowned, "oh! Was it scary?"

Louis nodded, his fingers scratching against Harry's scalp, knowing well that the omega loved it, "it was terrifying."

Harry said nothing for a moment, letting Louis' word fix in and then he was looking back at the door.

"Where is Arthur?"

Louis shrugged, "sleeping."

Harry looked confused, maybe thinking why Louis came to him and not wake Arthur up. Louis understood his dilemma completely.

"Can I hold my babies for some time?" Louis asked, the only way to get Harry to comply.

Harry looked at him with wide, confused eyes, "your babies? They are..."

Louis could feel the tension ebbing off his shoulders, his spine relaxing against the headboard already, "they are in you, yeah. Why don't you come here?"

Harry watched, eyeing Louis' open arms and then the boy scooted closer. Louis knew that Harry was too nice to reject him after he heard that Louis was having a nightmare. Louis was going to take advantage of it. Whatever. His alpha needed some assurance.

He pulled Harry almost on his lap, nosing those curls. They smelt the same, soft and earthy. Louis could feel his alpha tearing at his insides, trying to come out.

Harry held himself still, his arms folded on his lap as he sat almost on Louis' lap.

"Lie down," Louis gestured towards his chest.

Harry hesitated; his eyes on Louis' face and then back down at his fingers.

"Are you sure? I am heavy now," Harry said, his voice low.

Louis nodded, his throat clogging up to do anything more than opening his arms.

Harry leaned forward, his head resting against Louis' chest, "what happened, Lou?"

Louis shook his head, his arms coming around Harry. The heavyweight encompassing him, grounding somehow. Louis sighed, closing his eyes against Harry's temple.

"Lou?" Harry asked, voice low.

Louis placed his hands on Harry's bump, feeling his babies. They were sleeping probably.

"I saw a dream," Louis said finally, his voice low in the middle of the night, "it was a terrible dream."

Harry looked up at him questioningly, furrowing his brows, "what dream?"

Louis said nothing, inhaling the omega's scent. Harry waited, his posture taut.

Louis looked down at his face, watching emotions flicking through those expressive eyes. Louis could feel his chest tightening, the slots of the nightmare came in front of his eyes.

"You are here to see the mark, aren't you?" Harry asked, his voice tentative. He looked uncomfortable, his eyes searching Louis' face.

Louis could feel the blood rushing through his veins, ears ringing as he thought about that mark.

"Will you?" Louis asked, tone wavering, "show me?"

Harry bit his lips, his eyes on Louis, "why does it matter? Why suddenly you are so interested in that mark?"

Louis shook his head, "I am just... I want to see how pathetic I was, Harry. I want to remember what I did. Please?"

Harry looked at him and then he was untying his scarf. Slowly and surely, the scarf came down from Harry's throat, falling like a whisper on Harry's lap.

Louis dragged his eyes up, meeting Harry's eyes and then going down towards the mark.

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Something grasped Louis' chest, tightening the grip as moments went slowly. His eyes were on that scar and his mind was racing. Many thoughts clouded Louis' mind.

He could feel remorse, guilt, heartache and pain. His eyes watered, almost, when he saw how reddish the wound still looked. It was not healed, not even a little. It looked like it was done just yesterday and the wound would take time to heal. It had to be painful.

Shame drowned Louis' heart when he felt his alpha roaring in him, proud of that mark. It was alarming, it was animalistic, but Louis could feel the beast awakening in him. The way his hands itched to touch that scar, Louis could not help but grip Harry's hips. Harry gasped, his hands coming up to hold onto Louis' shoulders.

Louis eyes were fixed on the wound as he tried to calm his alpha instincts down, failing miserably when Harry whimpered in his arms.

He realized with wide eyes that he was giving off alpha pheromones. Harry was getting affected by it and Louis growled, angry and frustrated at himself. The effect was completely different. Harry lurched forward, his face against Louis' neck and his lips parted on a dry exhale.

"L-Louis," Harry stuttered, "calm down. Please. You are giving off..." the omega whined, his own instincts rising, "stop. Control it."

Louis shook his head, Harry's scent was changing. It was sweeter than anything Louis had ever smelt and it played with his logical brain, making him fuzzy and airheaded.

"Louis," Harry whizzed, gripping his shoulders for leverage.

Louis understood why the omega was so reluctant to show him the scar. He understood why Harry was so scared. He knew that Louis would lose control and that bothered him. It bothered him that Harry knew how destructive Louis was and yet he trusted him enough to put himself in danger like that.

With an animalistic grown, Louis was pulling up the scarf and rolling it around Harry's neck, tightly securing the mark away from his eyes.

They both gasped, their foreheads resting on each other's shoulders. Heavy breaths left their mouths and Louis held onto Harry tightly, like a grounding force.

"I'm sorry," Louis said, heartfelt and painful.

Harry shrugged, flopping down on the bed beside Louis.

"It's in the past, Lou," Harry sounded tired, "I am not going to hold that over your head. That's ridiculous."

When Louis did not say anything but sat there, Harry fidgeted, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. He was tired and as an omega, his struggles were more intense than an alpha.

"Go to sleep," Louis said, patting the pillows.

Harry nodded, lying down and looking at Louis.

"Go back. Arthur will freak out if he sees that you are not there when he wakes up," Harry said, smiling tentatively at Louis.

Louis could not say anything. He watched how Harry was shaking, his fingers held the duvet tightly under chin. Those eyes were widely open, curls flaring everywhere.

The omega was still shaken about the pheromone release. His omega was not settled yet.

Louis reached out, gripping Harry's shaky fingers in his steady ones, rubbing over that cold palm to warm them up. Harry watched, his eyes on Louis' hands and then up at Louis' face. Louis offered a slow smile.

"Sleep, Harry," Louis said, "I'll be here until you sleep."

Harry shook his head, eyes glossy, "don't promise me your company in my sleep if you are not going to be there when I wake up."

Words were considered the strongest weapon. Louis believed it at that moment. His heart bled under the dagger that was slicing through his chest. The sharp pain of those words, the vulnerability in Harry's voice, the flashbacks of when Louis would leave after Harry was asleep...

The pain was unbearable. Louis inhaled a long, shaky breath.

"I... Harry," Louis fumbled for words.

Harry shook his head, turning his back towards Louis, "go, Louis. It's fine. It doesn't bother me now."

But it bothered Louis now. It bothered him that he was so heartless. While caring for one, he had completely ignored the others. He had completely ignored Harry and his needs even when the omega was always there to please him, to share Louis' grief with him.

Louis stayed, even when Harry's breathing turned slow and the omega slept off, he stayed. He stayed when Harry turned back in his sleep, sliding forward to hold Louis' wrist, nosing against the scent gland. He stayed when his own eyes blinked closed, sleep enveloping him finally.

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Waking up to someone patting his shoulder was not something that happened for a long time for Louis.

It was either Zayn literally kicking his butt or dumping the whole jug full of water on his face or Liam shoving at him until he fell off the bed.

So when he woke up to two sleepy yet alarmed green eyes and a puffy face of Harry, Louis smiled, reaching out to caress the omega's rosy cheeks.

Harry swatted at his hand, scandalized and saying something very rushed.

"Your mum," Harry said, hurried, "she knocked on the door, I opened it and I didn't know you were here. God! I just stumbled out of the bed and opened the door, thinking it might be Niall and then it was your mother. She saw me. She saw you! She saw you in my bed! Oh, God! She smiled! Oh, God!"

Louis sat up, his hands rubbing against his nape. It took him some time to understand what Harry was saying. Then Louis was shrugging, yawning.

"It's fine, Harry. It's my mum. She won't mind."

Harry glared at him, expression wild, "she won't mind? Do you even know how it might have looked to her? It was like we were sleeping together. Shit! Arthur! What if he comes to know this! Why didn't you leave last night? What the h..."

Louis watched, amused, as Harry fretted over it. His mouth moved with no reasonable words coming out. Louis reached out to hold Harry in his arms, chuckling lightly when Harry squirmed in his arms, hissing at Louis to let go.

When Harry shoved him away, Louis rolled his eyes.

"Calm down, Harry," Louis said, "nothing will happen. Why don't you go and take a shower? I'll see to it that everything is fine. Yeah?"

Harry looked at him and then back at the open door, hesitated but then nodded when he heard Jay's voice, calling them. Louis laughed when Harry almost ran into the bathroom and when he turned away; Jay was standing against the doorframe. Her eyes were dancing with curiosity and mirth. A smirk tugged against her lips, pulling it slightly upwards.

"Slept well, I presume?" Jay asked, her tone light and almost taunting.

Louis nodded, the perfect image of nonchalance, yawning.

"Well, I might have liked to wake up more naturally than Harry shouting at my face, but well, you can't get all of it."

Jay smirked, open and wide and then jerked her chin towards the staircase behind her, "Arthur is still asleep. He takes bed tea, I presume?"

Louis frowned, nodding, "do you want me to wake him up?"

Jay shook her head, "not needed. Let us make breakfast and then you can wake him up."

Louis raised his brow, "us? Don't tell me Leah and Fae have started helping you out."

Jay rolled her eyes, "they do help me out. Thank you very much but no. Harry promised me that he will help me with breakfast and then he asked me, very politely, if I would let him take the babies on a stroll. I agreed," a small but genuine smile graced her lips, "how do you even deny him anything?"

Louis smiled back, as much genuine, "I don't."

Their talk was interrupted when Harry came out of the washroom, already dressed. His curls were dripping wet and his skin was reddish from the hot shower. Louis watched Harry towelling off the extra moisture from his curls and smiled when the omega got his hair in a tangled mess.

"Come to the kitchen when you two are done, boys," Jay said, leaving with a wave.

Louis reached out, taking Harry's wrist in his grip, smiling when Harry looked at him with those big and startled eyes.

"Let me help you, Rapunzel," Louis said.

Harry made a disgruntled sound deep in his throat when Louis raised his brows in question; Harry turned his chin up in a defiant show.

"My hair is better than hers."

Louis stomped down on his swelling heart and exhaled exasperatedly, "yeah. yeah. Whatever you say."

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Watching Harry cook was an experience Louis had. He knew how Harry would scrunch up his nose if the taste was not as good as he had expected. He knew how Harry would smear the flour on his own hair while wiping away his sweat. Louis knew how Harry would sway a little with the music and make a face when Louis would join him.

All those gestures were now almost familiar and at the same time, so very new.

But nothing prepared Louis for the sight that was Harry cooking with Jay.

They moved around the kitchen as if they knew each other for ages. Jay reached out silently and Harry supplied whatever she was asking for without her asking. They would touch each other's elbows while passing or smile when their bodies bumped here and there. Jay would forward the spatula, Harry would lean forward to take a small portion of the mix and taste it before nodding his approval. They were talking about the popular radio jockey and how much Harry liked hearing him at his breakfast show. Jay was telling him how much she liked the retro songs he would play. Then it went from Rolling Stones to current pop-culture and Harry was in his element, his hands going every way as he described his view to Jay. Jay nodded along, saying something here and there and laughing when Harry agreed vehemently.

Louis was lost.

A deep sense of longing ached in his heart as he watched his mother and the father of his babies talking so happily. Something twisted free and Louis inhaled with the force of fondness and coloured his heart. He smiled, watching them interrupt each other from the kitchen island.

Then he heard the cries of one of the twin. Louis hopped off the counter.

"I'll get to it."

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When he came back, his arms full with two babies, he saw Arthur, who was finally up and yawning.

"Hey?" Louis said, "You woke up."

Arthur nodded, giving him a soft smile, "the babies woke me up."

Louis helped his mother settle the babies on their chairs and then he was sitting beside Arthur.

"I hope you had a good sleep last night?" Jay asked.

Arthur nodded, "I did. Thank you."

The conversation was polite, gentle and soft. Louis noticed with a pang, a little formal.

Jay then turned towards Leah and Fae, frowning at them.

"Why are you two not helping Harry?"

Leah and Fae shrugged, digging into their breakfasts.

"He pushed us away," Leah said, "won't let me help him."

Fae nodded, "yeah. He was like, get out of my kitchen."

Louis hid his amusement behind his cough when Harry made a squeaking sound.

"God! Harry," Arthur moaned almost, his eyes closed, "these pancakes are so good! Oh, you have to give me the recipe!"

Harry blushed, "thanks."

Arthur dug in, munching away.

Louis mockingly glared at Harry, "why are you serving? You are pregnant, Harry! Sit down and eat!"

Jay nodded, "Yeah, Harry. Sit down, let me help you. You have already done enough."

Harry sat down beside Leah, thanking Jay with a smile when she served him.

Louis watched him eat, munching slowly. A small part of him was satisfied that Harry was eating, healthy. That part was unreasonable nowadays, making Louis think too much about Harry and his wellbeing.

In his satisfaction, Louis missed the way Jay looked at him, an easy smirk playing on her lips.

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Jay took Arthur with her for the grocery shopping, saying that Arthur should know what Louis liked to have in his meals.

Leah and Fae had left for school.

"We are going to be late, Harry," Louis called from the doorstep, "come on!"

The babies giggled in their stroller as if they understood Louis was distressed. How long was it taking for Harry to come out?

Harry finally rushed out, huffing, "can you stop rushing me? I almost tripped!"

Instant worry coloured Louis' mind, he reached out, looking at the omega from top to bottom, "oh, God! Are you fine?"

Harry nodded, tying the scarf around his neck, "yeah. Let's go."

Louis walked out, smiling when Harry subtly took the stroller from his hands and started walking ahead, whisper-talking to the babies.

Louis walked behind Harry, his hands shoved in his pocket.

The scene was twisting something in his guts.

It would be them with their babies if only Harry...

Louis tripped, his eyes moistening.

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Notes:Does anyone read these notes? (As a reader, I don't. lol)Anyway, all I want to say is, the updates are delayed as you all noticed. I have no excuse except writer's block for Larry stories. I am just going through writer's block with my Larry stories. I am sorry for being so late. I am sorry for hanging you all on thin threads. I am sorry for not being as regular as I used to be but that's life. I am getting busier day by day. I'm 23 now and trust me, life is getting busier. I hope you understand and I will surely try my level best to get some inspiration to write soon next time.The whole story is in my head but typing is taking so long nowadays.I hope you liked the chapter. Thank you for reading. After the delay, I won't even ask you to leave comments. I am so guilty. Sorry, loves. Oh, yes, this story has only five or six more chapters left. So, bear me until then? CompassedShip. x