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Assistant: Title: Letters
        Author: Darling28 Darling28 
        Chapter: 4/17 
        Summary: Louis lost his Alpha and mate in a deadly accident a year ago. Since then he has been writing letters to better deal with the grief and loss. But suddenly he gets answers from Harry Styles, an Alpha who himself is looking for meaning in life besides his career.∰
  "Don't take your eyes off me Omega. Not after you said that to me. Ed is part of your past and I'm grateful that he loved you, made you happy when I didn't know you existed. But I am even more grateful that you feel it in your heart too. You are the reason," he says so earnestly and full of emotion that he has to swallow himself, because the feelings for him almost chokes his throat. Instead, Louis just sobs softly and can't hold back his tears.

  „For what?" Louis whispers, his lashes darken from the moisture and frame the blue orbits, only making them more impressive.

  "For everything."
        Contents: Chapter 4: Harry
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  Harry hears the sound of an approaching car right in the quiet of his surroundings and hopes it can only mean one thing: that the handsome Omega from the pictures is going to be in front of him in real life. And as he steps out onto the porch, he can't help but smile because the visitor is really Louis. But he doesn't get out of the car straight away - he can watch the other man moving frantically in the car and it almost looks like he's scratching himself furiously. Harry can't see it clearly due to the distance and the reflection of the windscreen but remembers one of the letters from Louis in which he wrote about his struggles with touch deprivation. He considers whether he should wait here or approach him, but decides not to take Louis by surprise. Even if he can hardly wait to finally see this man up close, he has rarely felt such a tingling in his stomach from curiosity and joy.
Finally the door opens and it's almost magical how their eyes meet and neither of them moves. Louis is standing there between the car and the car door and a light breeze is blowing through his hair. Harry takes a deep breath and has to stop himself from running towards him. Louis slowly approaches him and Harry takes in his whole form. The hips that move sensually with every step, the narrow waist and the blue eyes that look at him anxiously. Suddenly, a breeze of caramel gets to him and Harry catches his breath. Just like Louis, whose gasping he can hear and who stands frozen. Harry is still busy realizing how d@mn beautiful this Omega is, when he already rolls his eyes back and collapses in front of him. Startled, Harry immediately runs the last few steps towards him and leans his head close to his face to hear if he's still breathing and shakes him slightly. Getting so close to him, he can perceive the sweet smell of him even more and it soon clouds Harry's senses. But in addition to his sweet scent, he can now also smell a trace of panic and as Louis still shows no reaction, the situation only allows one guess: Louis has dropped. But what made him do it?
  "Louis? Hey...can you hear me? Wake up,” Harry yells over and over again, unable to shake the protectiveness that washes through him and the urge to hold him close. He's experiencing something like this for the first time and doesn't know exactly what to do, but he listens to his intuition. And that tells him to hold the Omega close to him, not to leave his side. To care for him. 

  "If you hear me, don't be alarmed. I'll take you in my arms now and bring you inside. Everything will be fine, little Omega. I'm with you,” he whispers softly and takes Louis in his arms, touching him as gently as if he were made of fragile material. He can't help but look down at his pretty face as he slowly carries him in. Only when he has arrived in the living room does he stop and look around helplessly. But the room doesn't feel right, and Harry realizes how much his Alpha is taking over his mind. He hugs Louis tighter and takes him up the stairs to his bedroom. There he carefully lays the motionless figure down on the bed, pulls the clothes off his own body until he's only standing there in his underpants and then sets to work gently pulling Louis' clothes off his body as well. His mind is screaming at him that he can't just undress a complete stranger down to his underpants, but his Alpha gets the upper hand more and more until the small voice in his head finally disappears completely. His Alpha knows the Omega needs physical contact now, skin to skin, so he doesn't let a second too much go by before he's lying next to Louis. He pulls him close in his arm as he spreads the covers over both of them and repositions him in comfort once more.


  Harry is lying on his side with Louis pressed close to him and wrapped in both arms. His leg is over Louis' and Harry buries his nose in his hair. His Alpha is so content that he's about to rumble and inhales the scent of caramel like a drug. Soon their scents mix and pride swells up in his chest. Harry is out of his mind and he has only one goal: to comfort this Omega who is so in need that he dropped, to hold him and preferably never to let go. The physical closeness feels so good and right. Their bare skin together, Louis‘ so much softer than his own, and two bodies that nestle together so perfectly despite the difference in size. Again and again he looks down at the pretty face, taking in every little detail. The long eyelashes that lie softly on his cheeks, the small birthmarks that form a triangle on his cheek, the fine stubble and no picture he has seen of him before does justice to reality. Harry doesn't know how long they've been lying there, how many hours have passed, but it must have been a long time because it's already starting to get dark outside. He'd nodded off himself in between, only to hug Louis tighter again and gently stroke his arm up and down when he woke up again.

  Suddenly, Louis begins to move slightly in his arms, wrinkling his nose while a soft smile plays on his lips but without opening his eyes. Harry literally melts at the sight and while the Omega then sighs quietly and presses his nose into his chest he can't help but kiss the soft hair. For him, perfection took shape in the form of Louis. As he thinks about how much the man in his arms has torn the ground from under his feet, hands suddenly press against his chest and he hears a gasp. Harry can't quite quickly realize what is happening, still too caught up in his role of care and protection, as Louis pushes away from him and stares at him with a startled look. He crawls to the other end of the bed and stares down at himself, realises the almost naked form of his own body only to focus his gaze back on Harry. Louis quickly grabs the covers and pulls them towards him, shielding himself from Harry's gaze.

  "Don't worry Louis," Harry whispers, also sitting up in bed and reaching out his hand to him. But Louis only shakes his head and seems to have lost his voice. Without another word and wrapped in the blanket, he runs out of the room and Harry hears another door close loudly and a key turn. Harry immediately feels bad without Louis in his arms and quietly follows him. His Alpha is totally stressed out about not holding the Omega anymore, fearful that something might happen to him again, so vulnerable after the drop. He hears soft sobbing coming from the guest room and knocks on the door.

  "Louis? I'm sorry, I just wanted to be there for you. You dropped before my eyes. I never meant to hurt you,” he says softly, hoping Louis hears him. His heart clenches for the Omega who certainly doesn't know how to feel. Now that he's coming more to his senses, Harry can't believe how he acted. He stripped a defenseless Omega down to his briefs and cuddled him at his late mate's house. Is he out of his mind? Louis must hate him now and he can‘t even blame him. But Harry couldn't resist, his Alpha knew what to do and made sure the Omega was safe.

  "Can you please bring me my clothes. Put them in front of the door and…leave me alone,” he sobs softly from behind the door and Harry is sorry for every tear that Louis is now crying because of him. That was the last thing he wanted. In addition, Louis‘ voice sounds so sweet that he has the urge to take him in his arms again immediately.

  "Yes of course," Harry says quickly, rushing into the bedroom to collect Louis's clothes that are lying on the floor. Back at the door of the guest room he puts it in front of the door and knocks again.

  "I put them on the floor... um, I'll go down and get you something to eat. You must be hungry. When you're ready just come down. And again, I'm really sorry.”

  Harry gets no answer, sighs and turns away from the door. In the bedroom, he dresses himself again and surreptitiously sniffs the bedclothes that carry the common smell. A huge swarm of butterflies flutters in his stomach and the feeling scares him. Is this what love feels like? Can you fall in love so quickly? That you can recognize your mate directly by its smell, which attracts you? Is that what he always hears people talking about when they say how magical it is when you find your mate? But can Louis even be his mate? Because he had already found his mate, who is no longer at his side because of the fatal accident. Otherwise he would never have had the chance to meet Louis. Confused by his emotions and thoughts, he slowly walks across the hallway and down the stairs to the kitchen. Every step he gets further away from Louis feels wrong and his Alpha is difficult to suppress, urging him to take the Omega in his arms again. 

  Harry grabs an apple and starts peeling it, but he's so upset he keeps stopping and straining to listen upstairs to see if he can hear anything from Louis. But nothing - and frowning, he prepares a plate of fruit, spreads sandwiches and makes tea for him. When he's done, he stands around helplessly in the kitchen and his tension grows by the minute. Again and again he runs his hand over his hair or his face and wishes for Louis. After such a short time he is already addicted to his closeness and when some time later he finally hears footsteps on the stairs, he literally rushes out of the kitchen and stops at the bottom of the stairs. Louis also remains on the step and they both look at each other again like the first time. It's so quiet, you could hear a pin drop to the floor and his heart is beating wildly in his chest. Louis' smell wafts towards him and he takes a deep breath while his gaze quickly sweeps over his body. Louis shrinks underneath, looking at the floor with red cheeks while starting to hug himself. Hesitantly, he walks down the last three flights of stairs and then quickly past Harry towards the living room. Harry follows him slowly and doesn't know if and what to say. Instead he watches as Louis slowly walks towards the chimney and stands there. His body begins to twitch and he hears a soft sniffle. Harry smells the sadness his scent carries and wishes he could comfort him. 

  "You put the pictures away. I saw them in the guest room. It's nothing like it used to be," Louis finally says quietly and slowly turns to him. His eyes look at him so sadly that Harry feels his heart break in his chest.

  "I'm sorry," Harry just murmurs and takes a few steps towards him but Louis stops him with an outstretched hand. Harry stops immediately and doesn't want to make the Omega uncomfortable under any circumstances.
"You don't have to be sorry, it's your home now. Of course you don't leave the pictures of a strangers couple standing," Louis sniffles and looks around the rest of the living room. The silence between the two of them is oppressive and uncomfortable and Louis' gaze flickers to him again and again - nervous, critical but also with something curious.
  "How are you?" Harry asks, walking towards the sofa where he flops down. He is still so taken by the scent of caramel and the beauty of the other man that he can hardly concentrate on anything else. It's almost exhausting.

  "Better," Louis says only, but Harry sees his hands shaking and nervously stroking his arms, which he scratches every now and then. "Can you help me load my stuff right away so I can drive back?"

  But Harry shakes his head. Under no circumstances will he let Louis go now, his Alpha is literally roaring in his chest not to let him go, when he was so vulnerable just a few hours ago.

  "No, you should stay here. It's already dark and you dropped. What if it happens to you again while driving?” Harry exclaims and Louis looks at him in shock. Startled by his own tone of voice that leaves no room for argument, he clears his throat and says more gently, "I didn't mean to be so loud, sorry. But my statement stands. Please stay here."

  Louis sighs and averts his gaze, seeming to consider it and then finally says, "One night! Then I’ll drive to my family.”

  Harry would whimper but got himself under control. He can't imagine ever letting that man leave his side again, his Alpha already too attached. 

  "Okay. Are you hungry? I prepared you food. Come sit here,” he says quickly, patting the sofa next to him as he hurries to the kitchen without waiting for Louis to reply. He grabs the plate and a cup of tea and then goes straight back into the living room where Louis is already sitting on the sofa looking so lost. He puts the plate in his hand, the cup on the table and his Alpha takes over his actions again. He wants Louis to feel good and that he lacks nothing. Harry quickly grabs the woolen blanket and wraps it gently around Louis' shoulders, who watches him in confusion. Then he collects all the cushions from around the house and drapes them around Louis. Almost stressed out, he keeps pacing back and forth in the living room until he gets the idea to go upstairs and get Louis and his mate's clothes from the guest room. And a worn shirt of himself. He races back down the stairs and lays the clothes around him and his own worn shirt over Louis' lap, who lifts the plate in irritation when he realizes what Harry is up to.

  "Are you building me a nest?" he asks in amazement and with a raised eyebrow, his cheeks blushing again.

  Harry freezes and only now really looks at how engrossed Louis is sitting on the sofa and finally nods.

  "Apparently? I, um, I don't know what's wrong with me. My Alpha has been taking over my thinking and acting ever since you've been here,” Harry stammers, afraid that he's only made things worse by building a nest. But instead he now sees how beautiful a smile can be on Louis' face. And he can't help but smile back. Neither of them break eye contact and Harry is so sure that he wants to spend his life with Louis. He wants to share everything with him, be there for him, hold him and love him. That man there is his partner but he doesn't know if he'll ever get the chance to call Louis his.

  When Louis has finished eating, he puts the plate down and asks him in a low voice to sit on the sofa. Harry, of course, follows suit immediately, having trouble keeping a little distance and not pulling him close again. Instead, he stretches out his hand to Louis and he hesitantly takes it.

  "Let's start again from the beginning. I'm Harry,” he whispers, losing himself completely in the blue of Louis' eyes again.

  "And I'm Louis," he answers just as quietly and lets his gaze wander to the clasped hands where his eyes remain. Harry follows his gaze and has to swallow. Just this little physical contact makes a tingling flow through him and feels so d@mn good and right. 

  "Are you angry that I took you to my bed earlier?" he asks cautiously and Louis loosens the grip of their hands.

  "No, even if it was uncomfortable to wake up half-naked in the arms of a stranger. But I'm grateful to you for getting me out of my drop,” he replies, looking down. Louis is so shy and Harry is so fond of it, probably more than he should. 

  "I know it wasn't right. But… it was what my instinct told me,” Harry murmurs.

  Surprised, he sees how Louis puts his hand on his thigh and pats it soothingly.

  "It's okay. Let's forget about the incident, okay?"

  Harry can only nod, his gaze fixed on Louis, because he is speechless. With a crooked grin, Louis pulls his hand away and buries himself deeper into the blanket.

  "Are you cold? Should I turn on the fireplace? Or get another blanket? Want some more warm tea?” Harry blurts out, making Louis chuckle softly. This sound is so cute that Harry has to hold himself back from pouncing on him and kissing him straight away. This attraction he has on him is hard to describe and requires so much willpower.

  "Relax Harry, I have all I need. Tell me about yourself,” Louis asks him, turning a little more towards him while crossing his legs. 

  “There isn't much to tell. I'm the CEO of a well-known clothing brand and I've sacrificed my life for my career so far. I was burned out and that's why I bought this vacation home. I have four weeks to find out whether I want to fill the rest of my life with work...or whether it has more to offer me," he replies and can't help but look deep into Louis' eyes during the last part. But Louis quickly averts his gaze and hastily runs his fingers through his fringe.

  "Do I know the brand?" he asks without further addressing what Harry was implying.

  "Probably, it's 'Canyon Moon'."

  Louis then looks up and his jaw drops.

  "Of course I know 'Canyon Moon'. Ed even had a sweater from it. He made good money as a surgeon and once used his Christmas bonus to treat himself to this sweater,” Louis says, his eyes getting sad.

  "My middle name is Edward," Harry blurts, about to hit himself by doing so. What exactly is he trying to convey to Louis? What is this Omega doing to him?

  Louis frowns at him, his eyes hold a questioning look, "Okay?"

  "I'm sorry, I don't know what that was about," Harry murmurs in embarrassment and this time it's him who is looking down.

  “Ed was actually short for Edward. He was a great mate,” Louis says quietly and once again the room falls silent. Harry has made everything so uncomfortable with his statement.

  "Of course he was. You deserve only the best Louis," Harry breathes, giving up questioning what is going on. He's lost his mind - or his heart. Probably both.

  "Thanks Harry, you're very nice to me."

  Louis frees himself from his nest of clothes and pillows and stands up.

  "Where are you going?" Harry asks, also getting up quickly and grabbing his hand. Surprisingly, Louis allows it and replies, "To bed. But now that I think about it...the bed in the guest room is full of our things. Can I sleep on the sofa?”

  "No, you can take the bed. I sleep here,” Harry says, but Louis shakes his head.

  "No! This is your house and I...um, don't want to take advantage of your hospitality any more."

  "But I don't want you to sleep on the sofa. It's too uncomfortable and you're still weak after your drop!” Harry insists, crossing his arms over his chest.

  "You Alphas with your pride and protectiveness," Louis giggles, rolling his eyes. "How about a compromise? We'll sleep together in your bed, but this time we'll keep our distance."

  For Harry, this feels like a dream come true and he quickly nods in agreement, his curls bobbing wildly on his head.

  "Okay. Come on then,” he replies, gently pulling Louis behind him, his hand still in his.

  Each of the two goes to the bathroom one after the other and Louis puts on a pair of pajamas for the night from his clothes that are in the guest room. While Louis gives him shy looks as he snuggles under the covers, Harry can't help but stare at him, probably more than creepy, until he can finally tear himself out of his trance and slip under the covers on his side as well. They whisper a quiet "goodnight" to each other as Harry turns off the light. Louis falls asleep quickly, exhausted from his drop, but Harry lies awake all night watching him in the soft moonlight shining through the window. His Alpha found his Omega and he doesn't know what to do to keep him.'
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