#part of 1d a/b/o fic fest fic that I switched up the premise for like 4 times

[absoloutenonsense]

sunday snippet

It’s been, uh, a while since I’ve written. (Practically 2 months since I’ve actually sat down with the intention of writing. lol yikes) But I had two cups of coffee and wrote this morning!

Thank you @becomeawendybird and @disgruntledkittenface for tagging me (ages ago)! It was so nice to feel included in stuff even when I haven’t been very active recently <3

They walk into the restaurant at 7:02pm, and are promptly guided down a set of stairs into the lower-level party room. 

From the doorway, Harry can see his mum and future stepdad, talking to a couple of younger guys. They all laugh and his mum goes in to give one of them a hug while John clasps the other on the shoulder. That must be John’s son and his new omega boyfriend Harry’s heard them talk so much about. 

Harry takes a deep breath, smoothes out his shirt, and reaches for Louis’ hand, ready to walk in and muscle his way through this weekend.

But Louis doesn’t take his hand. Instead, he grabs onto Harry’s wrist and yanks him in the opposite direction. 

“Lou?” Harry asks, stumbling a bit as he’s pulled. 

Louis doesn’t say anything, just gets to the restroom area and shoves Harry inside one of the private toilets. 

“Ouch,” Harry says, shaking out his wrist. He watches Louis lock the door and whip around with wild eyes and frown lines etched into his face. “Louis, what the fuck? We’re already lat–”

“Will is here,” he says. 

Harry furrows his brows and shakes his head, unsure what that is supposed to mean. “Will…?”

“Will,” Louis says frustratedly. He looks to the door as he adds, “Will. My ex-boyfriend, Will. The alpha who broke up with me after three months because he thought I was too loud and too clingy and too much.” He turns back to Harry to emphasize, “Will!” 

Harry gasps. “Asshole Will?” 

“Asshole Will,” Louis agrees. “Fuck. Fuck.” He reaches up and grabs two fistfuls of his hair. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Harry steps close, and tries to pull Louis’ hands down from his head, but he’s not budging. “We can ignore him, yeah? It’s just toni–”

“He was hugging your mum,” Louis interrupts. 

Harry shakes his head at first, ready to say that no, that was his future stepdad’s son that he saw – when it clicks.

“William,” Harry says.

“Yes,” Louis says, annoyed, finally pulling his hands down from his hair. “Will is often short for William. Very good, Harold.”

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