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She was late, the girl was tired, tired of making sure her management didn’t have something to say about something she simply wore. After all, she was a pop girl, and openly an omega pop girl in an alpha-dominated world and industry. She hated it in ways, but she knew today was important, she had been told last minute but they made it sound good, promising at that. 

Plus, she knew if anything, she could get away with being late. Her name gave her that privilege, and best of all, she’s done it all on her own.

Hazel Styles

A name for the books and historians to remember. 

She had just finished her first leg of the Love on Tour in America. It had been bittersweet, as if she was saying goodbye, but she knew herself better and knew she was all ready to come back to her true home, England. It had been almost over 2 years since Covid had hit, since she had written all her songs, and released two- now three albums. 

She loved the way she was freer with COVID, which feels a bit odd in her head, but it's true. She was so much freer away from her team, and she could speak more freely in interviews because all she got was a text or call, not them dragging her into the office. Hazel felt free, so free something was bound to happen, but not so soon, and certainly not as she was alone in a coffee shop in Doncaster. 

The shop was nice, the little fairy light decorating the place a minimal number of people in the place; she felt safe. The omega wasn’t exactly sure why this place as she’s never been here before, but the second she walked in, she was greeted with warm smiles. It was refreshing to not feel like a celebrity, not to have to deal with all the pains of being recognized. 

This tour had ramped up the paparazzi, the shots taken whenever by not only them but her fans too. She could see the change in her fan base; she already had it with Fine Line, but she also knew for a fact that things were different. She hated taking someone where she went, hated that she already had to cover herself up more and more, but she was still grateful. 

Thankfully, it even gave her all of this, the ability to fly with more discretion, the ability to be who she wanted in all ways. Though she did sometimes regret it she lived this life, taking it all in, the ease of getting out.  

She didn’t live far, she was pretty close to home as she had decided the city life wasn’t for her, though her team heavily disagreed, even trying to make her move by having her do pap walks in London so much, but she didn’t give in. Hazel wanted peace, she liked the simplicity of where she lived, and how even though people knew her name, they didn’t treat her as such. 

The cafe, reminding her of this, had her thoughts lost. Lost in the way she felt, she couldn’t pin it. She was grateful that at least whatever was going to happen would be here. The scents were tame; she wasn’t sure if they had any rules in place, but she knew she loved the way it reminded her of home. The way this small, little place felt like a piece of her. 

The device was still in her hands, the heavy weight reminding her as she stood waiting. It hadn’t been going off much, at least at the moment. 

Hazel’s eyes scanned the screen, scrolling on her burner as she made her way through the comments on Twitter; it was her guilty pleasure. Though she did hate how Elon was running things and how stan Twitter wasn’t the same she found herself smiling at the fans. She saw them all. The comments attempting to guess her outfits, what colors she would wear. The theories were cute, adorable and it was things like that, keeping her going. 

“Order for Hazel” she turned her head sharply, looking at the barista, her shades covering her eyes but surely not her mouth, which was dropped. She didn’t know what to do, her managers told her to keep it discreet when she went out, and she surely had not ordered a drink under her name. 

It confused her, and while she felt safe at the cafe, she knew this was not going to end well if someone here knew her name. The paranoia crept in her stomach, becoming tighter, her hands shaking a bit, she held onto her rings, spinning them a bit as she looked around, she was trying to be discreet, but her body felt like ice, cold and frozen. 

She sat there shocked till she got a whiff of a spicy smell, the strong scent making her mouth water as a smaller man walked beside her, gently saying “Excuse me, love” as he grabbed the coffee. She wanted to speak, tell him that it was probably hers, tell him how rude it is to take someone’s drink- though she wasn’t sure it was hers. 

She wasn’t even sure why she wanted to tell him off in the first place. His scent, what she now thought to be cinnamon, was making her head spin. Thoughts unorganized. 

He had signaled to her to follow him, though her mind was usually hesitant, more aware she felt her body moving to him, his hands having her pliant. She sat at the table, the chair making her mind wake up just a bit at the intrusion to her reality. 

He made his way back over to her as she had finally sat down at a table. Her mind had all different types of scenarios in her head, ranging from how this man might be a stalker to how cute this alpha was in front of her. His hair was a little wild, but tamed his scent matched his golden skin, along with that sweet cinnamon, it was one of her favorite scents. Most alphas she’d met weren’t like this. So sweet and gentle as he brought the coffee to the table, placing it down, still standing, awaiting her permission to sit down. 

“Hazel Styles, right” he held out his hand, clearly trying to be polite but she wasn’t having it, though she did want him to have her in ways she shouldn’t say out loud. He was attractive, she’d give him that and much more if her body could help it. The scent had her thoughts pouring in at lightning speed, her omega purring, wanting more. 

more. 

more. 

more. 

more. 

mor-

“And who would you be” her tone was a bit harsh, abrasive for the setting, but it was instinct. Even when she had the whole world able to see if something went wrong or something happened, she didn’t know him. Her omega fighting her natural pop girl instincts to be wary, it was exhausting, and she didn’t even know his name or why she had this effect on her. 

“For the treat people with kindness, pop princess, you're a little bitter,” he scoffed, but laughed a little. She could tell he was having a bit of joy as he teased her, but she was having none of it, she wanted to know what he wanted cause she knew what she wanted. For him to leave her alone.

She told herself this, trying not to give in to a man, an alpha man at that, just because he smelled like the perfect wood that she loves to burn on a candle. 

“What do you want? I don't have time for this. I'm supposed to be meeting someone,” she rolled her eyes, moving her curls out of her face, her short but painted nails catching the pap's attention. 

“Well, princess, that someone is me. Louis Tomlinson” his tattooed hands were sticking out like a sore thumb and hazel eyes ran right across them. her eyes stuck on the symbols on his fingers, his perfectly lean they were, and how much better they look- 

He cleared his throat, a blush coating- more like painting her face, her neck was red too, though she’s sure he didn't notice, but his eyes lingered on her for a bit longer. He scrunched his nose as she looked down at her feet, the embarrassment and impolite attitude she had disappeared. 

“I- I’m sorry. I’m Hazel Styles, yes, but you can call me Hazel,” she was trying to be polite and not rude. She stumbled on her words, making the awkwardness more intense at least in her eyes. 

“Okay love whatever works, just know I'm not here to be rude or invasive. I don’t want to make this harder for you as it is” he was sweet; most alphas she’d met lately were so rude, but he was clearly different, but it had her more on defense. 

“Or what? Because you think that I need your help and advice as a big strong alpha yea, no” she shook her head, prepared to leave, but he stopped her from speaking, quicker reaching across the table, his fingers almost touching her scent gland. 

“Hazel” he sighed, “I- i need your help actually, it’s why I reached out to your management. You don’t have to say yes trust me love, if you say no it’s okay” the alpha was wrapped around her finger already, his body shrinking little as he looked at her stuttering over his words but his scent was thicker, almost like- no she couldn’t think like that they’d just met. 

She grabbed the coffee, smelling it out, strong it was, but not enough to overpower the cinnamon he had all over him, but God, it made it better as he signaled with her hands to explain. His scent was a perfect mix with coffee, she licked her lips, waiting for him to explain. 

“So I own my own company Tomlinson Tells and we try our best to report on all things celebrities but in a respectful way… I’ve- I’ve seen the way it hurts people when they are famous and they don’t have a say… so I’m- I know this is a lot to ask and you’re so much bigger than us, I'm sure it’d be a lot to work with a small company but-“

“Spit it out, please, you’re making me a little nervous,” she giggled, watching as he struggled to explain, but she could tell he meant it, his face hardening and softening, he spoke. It made her sad, but he was right that she knew how this worked; it always comes with a cost. 

“My company is starting to fall apart, we had to um… file for bankruptcy, and I’d love to make a deal with you for your upcoming tour” his words were rushed, yet she understood each one as she looked at him. His pink lips curved into a somewhat genuine smile. 

“What kind of deal? You know I can't just give you everything right, and I'm worth a lot of money, more than you have probably seen, so if we’re gonna do this, it’s on my terms” her voice was stern, she could see the way he adjusted his body, his eyes trailing over her body. Hazel loved knowing she had the upper hand in this deal. She loved an alpha she could have wrapped around her finger a little, testing the bounds. 

“Whatever you want, I just- I really need this to work. We can do exclusive interviews, behind the scenes, whatever you want to show, think of it like this,  I’m your cameraman and you are the director” his words sunk in her head like the idea. An alpha that she gets to direct, having control for once? Sign her up. She let it swim in her mind before speaking again, looking him in the eyes as she said it. 

“I like the sound of that,” she smirked, taking in the alpha as he squirmed in his seat. She had an idea of what to ask for, though she knew it also might be easier to show rather than tell. 

“Of course you would,” he smirked his eyebrow raising, his eyes flickering to her lips. She could feel the slight slick coming, but she crossed her legs, trying to be more discreet, but she’s sure he knew. She’d been told by many how alluring her scent is, how thick it was in the air. 

“You’re cheeky, I like that. but now it’s my turn, I want something from you in return” she took the chance, hoping she was reading it right as she touched his arm lightly, biting her lip as she leaned across the table, lips fanning against his ear. She grabbed the napkins beside him before she spoke. He sat there flabbergasted, the cinnamon becoming stronger with a hint of ashes to it, made her sigh, close her eyes as she wrote on the napkin quickly as Louis was taking deep breaths with his eye closer.

“I think you can take a guess at what I want” she got up, walking to the bathroom, making sure to leave the napkin she wrote on making, her way to the bathroom. 

She waited for not even 2 minutes in the one stall family bathroom before she heard a knock and his intoxicating smell was so strong, thick, and heavy from outside the door. 

Her pleated skirt was doing nothing as she felt the slick coming faster and faster, her legs were shaking a little, she didn’t want to hear from her management how she fucked up, she knew this was risky but she couldn’t help it, she felt this deep sense of allure, something her omega couldn’t quite place but she needed her hands on him now. 

Louis opened the door a little, his blue eyes peeking in, but Hazel was quicker. Grabbing him by the hands, pushing him up against the wall, as she pressed her body against his clearly aroused self. She grinded against him, hearing his pants as his hands tried to figure out where to place them. The alpha was clearly frantic, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his rugged grunts and panted breaths making her smile. She started to kiss against his neck, taking more control over him as he clearly was enamoured with her. 

Hazel’s hair was getting in the way, the curls making her frustrated as she kept her nails digging into Louis’ waist a bit- his waist was made for her by her hands, he was so strong though. While he let her do that, his hands were gripping her waist and her skirt, bunching up the fabric as his hands slipped beneath the waistband. 

His hands were warmer than most, but it sent a shiver down her spine, the distinction making a warm heat thrum inside her. It felt so good, her scent was definitely thicker as he was more alert, and while she kissed his neck, he brought his hands up. 

A whine escaped the omega's lips before he cupped her face, looking at her lips. Louis' breath fanned her face, and he smelled good, strong, and dizzying.

“Lock the door babe, don’t want us to get caught now mm” he hummed a little at the end, her knees weak as he took a little more control, smacking her ass a little as he pushed her towards the door, a playful giggle left her lips. 

This is going to be fun, she thought.

She came back over, making sure to emphasize the movement of her hips as she made sure to give him a show. There wasn’t much space, and there wasn’t much time, but it took her what felt like forever in Louis’ eyes. 

The omega was stunning, looking at her properly now, his eyes moved from her gorgeous, long legs with a small peak of a tiger tattoo, he couldn’t wait to have his lips there. He was watching as she came closer, biting her lips till they were nearly red and raw. He grabbed her hand, pulling it away as he brought her closer this time. 

“What do you want, baby” the pet name rolled off his lips with ease as she was now within his warm palms. He was stunned by seeing her up close, her hair sitting perfectly, and her sparkly eyeshadow, it was all too much in a way, and her sweet strawberry scent, god, it was overwhelming his nose, but lord, did he want more. 

His hands were warmer than ever, keeping her from shivering, but as he leaned in closer, his mouth opening a little as he took her top lip in his, pulling it a little before letting go, Hazel couldn’t help the butterfly in her stomach. How her slick was practically drenching her panties and the pantyhose she was wearing underneath.

It was intoxicating the way he had come back in a second time to get her lip again, nibbling but taking a lick, a small kitten lick, but that’s all it took before she opened up her mouth, placing her lips on his.

It was slower in her mind, but the way his hands had instantly gripped her tighter, a moan escaped her lips as the alpha soon moved away from her to drool between the two, falling onto her exposed collarbones. It was easy, easy to see how this was going to work out but she didn’t care, she just wanted the alphas cock in her mouth. 

Louis seemed to be on the same wavelength, as he once again spoke, making sure to be clear and firm. His hands went back to her skirt, dipping below the hem, making sure she knew she was his, at least in this moment. He kept it there, a little panic in the girls' eyes, cause she knew he couldn’t go further, not now. 

“Can see the way you’re gagging for my cock, all that slick, so sweet is all for me” his hand met her thighs caressing them were he could feel the wetness on his fingertips bringing it back to his mouth hands wrapping around the digits a soft grunt and moan leaving his lips. 

“So sweet, babe, could do this all day, but I know what you want” he helped guide her down, his hands on her hips at first as she got down onto her knees, the tile floor causing a little bit of pain in her legs, but maybe she liked it. 

As she moved further down, she looked him in the eyes, his blue eyes burning into her green, it made her scent thicker and sweeter. Louis could smell it on her, and it made him get harder by the second. 

He watched carefully as she rested her hands on his waistband, the shorts easily elastic, and she knew they would fly now perfectly. She let her hands linger there, the heat between them known. 

“Can I?” he looked down at her. 

“So polite pop star, go ahead,” she tapped his hips as she slid down the material of both his boxers and shorts in one go, his toned thighs like honey in a way, but the hairiness made her groan. 

He was so gorgeous and as his cock was finally revealed in front of her face her eyes wandered and god was she not disappointed. Normally, she hated it, hated the way it looked specifically, most of the time, but this, this was pretty. The pink tip was flushed the rest of his cock matched with the rest of his hair, length perfect she knew it’d fit perfectly in her mouth, her mouth watered. She figured it’d be big, most alphas were, and it intimidated her, but she could feel his arousal could smell how the cinnamon and honey were smelling more and more like her favorite candle, the one she’d light on the tour bus each night. 

She stared at it a bit longer, her hands innocently going to touch it, wrapping her hands around it, her nail polish stood out like a sore thumb. The pink hearts on her nails and the jewels made a perfect look as he began stroking, gently moving with not much pace, just enough to get him worked up (and her too if she was honest). 

“You gonna get to work princess, or am I gonna need to find another pop star who’s willing to do the job?” she rolled her eyes. She knew he was playing, but sue her if she gave a little attitude. 

“You won’t be letting anyone else near your cock, this is mine, got it” she didn’t let him respond pissed off a little at the thought of another omega giving him head and getting to hear the way he sounds when he tugs on their hair how he bucks his hips chasing release, she was doing it all for the first time with him, but she knew this was going to last, she had at least 3 months or so with him. 

Her mouth was filthy, taking him in like champ, like she’d done this hundreds of times before, wrapped around the tip, giving in enough pressure to have the alpha roll his eyes. His hands were going to grip the back of her head, trying not to hurt her, Hazel could tell, so she gave it more. 

Her lips opened more, cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper. Once he hit the back of her throat, he let out a loud groan, his hips bucking, but no noise except a moan left her throat. Louis was clearly surprised as he looked down at her before testing it again. He thrusted slower but still hit the back of her throat, she didn’t gag again. Her eyes watered a little at the fullness of it, but that didn't bother her; she might have liked it. 

“You’re so perfect, baby” he said before she tapped his thigh, begging him to get on with it. His scent was sweeter, and it made her head spin. The slick that was dripping on her thighs wasn’t stopping anytime soon. She let him go on, his thighs snapping her hands soon going to grip his hips but also as she popped off she used it to grip his cock. 

She let the pre-come smear against her lips, tasting the somewhat salty substance on her tongue, but it was sweet in a way, tasted just right on her lips as she took it all in each time, as she could see him getting closer and closer to orgasm. 

He was close, but Hazel could feel it in her stomach the urge to reach down and also get herself off, but she knew better, well, she thought she did, till she heard him speak, taking her out of rhythm. 

“Gonna cum soon” he panted his body shivering in a way as she pulled him out of her mouth now using her hands. She was using the precome to her advantage, how it spilled out with ease, and how it made her hand glide up and down in a smooth motion. 

Once he was close, she could tell, could feel it as the alpha's hands went to her hair, gripping it tight though her mouth wasn’t on him but open. Louis came, seeing stars in his eyes, a white cast over his eyes in a way as he painted her face. Hazel enjoyed it, in fact, when he was done and started to get a wet towel to clean her up, she stopped him.

“Pop princess but she lets paps cum on her face noted” his cheeky replied should have made the omega blush but all it did was push her further. She stood up, going to the mirror to see the mess made, and she cleaned it up, scooping it up with her fingertips as she dipped her fingers in her mouth, making a show to swirl around the digits in her mouth. 

Louis was mesmerized, her pretty pink lips looking sinful as she looked him dead in the eyes. His eyes looked at her, watching not only her lips and eyes but her hands, how even in her mouth they looked delicate, how her veins popped, but in a way that made him think about how nice they would feel against his back. 

Louis looked at her nails, the flower design mixed with hearts taking him by surprise; he wasn’t sure why. He wondered how the gem in the middle of the flower shone differently depending on how she moved it. Louis’ eyes go darker, thinking about how good they’d look leaving imprints, the crescent moon shape she’d leave on him as he-

“Louis, babe, eyes up here,” she reminded him, giving him a wink, as the alpha beneath her blushed profusely. The two stayed in silence as he finally looked at her face again seeing some of his cum still on her. 

He walked past her, gently grabbing her waist as he moved her to the side. Her sweet vanilla scent became a bit sweeter as he came back with a wet paper towel; with his help, they got as much of it out of her hair as he could. 

“Sorry if I ruined your makeup” Hazel looked at her face in the mirror pausing to check it, she knew how she looked, flushed in a way probably more fucked out. She could see the redness on her cheeks, the makeup that was more covered in some spots rather than others, and how her mascara was definitely a little smudged from when she wiped it. 

“Well she’s not a real woman if she’s not willing to fuck up her makeup” she winked giggling as Louis cleared his throat not sure whether to laugh or agree. He was awkward for a second, usually he wasn’t like this, but it was all setting in for him now. 

He had fucked Hazel Styles, well technicaly speaking she got him off in the bathroom, of a cafe, that was in a public space where someone could have walked by and knew what the two were up to. Louis knew he was thinking too hard as he felt Hazel hit his arm, checking him back into reality. 

“You know you can relax, I’m not gonna say anything,” she rolled her eyes. She was right, they made a deal, but all alphas said that, always making promises. 

“Well, how do I know I can trust you?” he shrugged his shoulders, looking at her, her response quick, as she looked at him. He didn't have to trust her, but she knew he did; he wouldn't have done this if he didn't.

“You just have to trust me,” she waited, watching the way he gulped as she stepped closer, forcing his back against the wall. 

“Daddy” she whispered in his ear, taking the lobe of his ear in her mouth as she heard his breath hitch. She knew, knew how to get under his skin; she knew it the second she saw those slight grey hairs peaking out from his hair. 

Meanwhile, Louis was breathless, he could feel himself getting hard in his jeans at the same time she pulled away, making sure to kiss his cheek. As Hazel’s green eyes looked at his, the sparkle in them brighter than ever, even in the quite dim bathroom, he knew he was in for trouble. Her hips sway in the dress, but it does nothing to hide the gorgeous body she had that he was trying not to drool over. 

She’s going to be the death of me. 

On the other side of the doo, Hazel moved as fast as she could to the back of the cafe where she knew her friend would be to pick her up. Taylor had been waiting on him, told him that they wouldn’t have much time after she finished her meeting before someone was, of course, tipped off. 

The blonde girl wasn’t wrong, she was perfectly right as she could feel the eyes on her as she left the bathroom, real or not. She knew how to spot a camera, and she could hear how the voices of the cafe got louder at each and every moment that she stepped closer to the back doors. 

Right as she went to step out the back, she heard her phone chime. Looking at it she saw a text pop up. Taylor was telling her how to get out but the last few words stuck out. “I think I saw some paps” Hazel rushed, making sure to wipe her mouth, pulling out lip gloss clumsily as she made her way out of the door. 

Once she made her way out she saw a slight flash of lights, her heart skyrocketing, she knew this was going to come, but it didn’t stop the anxiety each time. Taylor was waiting, her blonde hair up in a ponytail, her bangs lying perfectly as usual. Hazel got in the car, slamming it shut as she reached into the backseat to get a hoodie, quickly throwing it over and tugging the green strings. 

“So I take it things went well” Taylor was clearly wearing scent blockers, but that didn’t stop the girl’s scent from being strong in the car, especially the hoodie 

“They did- wait” Hazel paused, looking at Taylor, her red lips in a smirk as she kept driving. Hazel could tell Taylor was being snarky as she turned her head to face Hazel. 

“You’re easy to read, babe, and you smell like an alpha,” she laughed, Hazel blushing in embarrassment as she whined, pouting as she faced the window. Taylor had pulled them away from where the paparazzi were, and now they were on the road. Taylor was playing the radio as new songs came on and off. Tate, one of his other friends, had come on the radio just after Taylor's latest single from 1989 had just played. Hazel loved to sing her song loudly to remind Taylor and tease her cause the girls both knew who they were really about, even if Taylor couldn’t actually say. 

“Now, a little throwback to an older band, The Anthropology, rumor has it they-” Hazel whined as Taylor skipped the radio station, turning it to a different one, a new beat coming in. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but Hazel missed hearing the news lately, missed gossiping with his friends, and also just having something else to focus on rather than what had been on the headlines. 

She knew it’d make its way, but nothing prepares you for when a headline shows up about a relationship you were “in" that wasn’t even true. She knew it was going to happen either way but seeing the speculation about why this- another alpha left her was getting to her, she knew her management meant well but it didn’t do much for her only added to the misery because she was already hiding a secret, but having to then play pretend, god it drove her up the wall.

She was in her head thinking about it, not complaining as Taylor rambled about another topic. Hazel's mind was elsewhere, thinking about the guy who she just had in her mouth and how gentle he was. Most alphas she went for were rough, and at that, usually got upset after they realized she was just going to give head. 

It's not that she didn’t want to but with her identity being a secret, she knew if any person found out things were bound to get messy, and as her management reminded her. “You’re not just Hazel Styles, Hazel Styles is a brand”. The thought of how they said this reminded her of how it was and excused how small she felt that day. 

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She was going up the elevators, she knew something was off from the way her mom had texted her that morning, and her newfound manager. After winning the X Factor, she was told that they’d reach back out to her in a couple of days. Told her to lay low as they did some other stuff she didn’t know of. Her phone had buzzed a lot that morning, text messages from her friends back home, and from her. 

But she knew she couldn’t answer, not now. Not when she had specifically done everything to keep it together, she was not going to break. She was strong, her mother reminded her of that throughout the whole show, but I didn’t make it easier as the three of them walked to the room. It had been a week. 

A week of trying to keep low and trying not to get into anything, which was easier said than done. Instead, she had watched old videos of her favorite bands and her favorite upcoming artist. TikTok had recently come about, and to say she loved it was an understatement. 

Hazel had first posted videos on there, had a couple blow up, and after constantly being told she should try for the X-Factor, just to see if she did. And now here she was. Walking with her heart pounding, worried that she was in trouble or that they didn’t want her anymore. She didn’t get first or second either she actually got third, but Simon said she had potential, and she heard that he’s done other famous musicians before, so she took a deep breath. 

As they got closer and closer to the bathroom, she could feel her hands shaking, her breathing was slightly erratic, but she kept telling herself it would be okay. Her manager had told her it should be nothing to worry about things happened, plus it gave them more time to formulate what she wanted in the contract, if she got one that was. 

It took her a couple of more minutes of singing her favorite songs, rubbing her hands back and forth, and even playing with the rings she had on. Her moon-spinning ring was her favorite; she barely wore it throughout the show, worried by the fact that she was already an omega in an alpha-dominated industry. 

Her scent was definitely different, probably not the same as before, because when her mother came into the bathroom, Anne looked at her daughter, she pulled her close, asking if she could scent her to help calm her down. She nuzzled her head into her daughter's neck, releasing the calming pheromones. Hazel sighed, her mid-length hair now getting in the way as her mom moved back. 

“Sorry, Mom, I’m just stressed” her mother grabbed her hands, running over them gently as she gave her some more soothing words. It gave Hazel peace to know her mom was forever her number-one supporter; it was only the two of them, and she was always there. Always. 

The two walked out of the bathroom, passing more rooms in the boring building, the colors of the walls were blending together. The only thing keeping her sane was the bright sun that was shining through the glass doors. She may have been a winter baby, but she loved summer, loved it so much. As she walked through the doors, she felt the chilly breeze hit, along with the miserable, strong scent of alphas. She wanted to roll her eyes, in her opinion, they smelled bad, but who was she to judge? 

She sat down in the chair, her feet pressed against the floor because no matter how much she moved the chair up the chair was barely moving. 

“Comfortable yet Ms.Styles” a voice interrupted them, and as she looked up she met eyes with him again. Simon, the man who told her, even after she won, that he’d be willing to give her a chance. Though she knew better, he needed her. While she did win third, she had cultivated a strong fan base, mostly young omegas but people who were also just willing to push for more omegas in the music industry, she knew which is why she wasn’t going to let him play games she knew what she wanted, she just needed to get it. 

“I’m comfy, thanks, now let's get to business” she straightened her body, the dress a little uncomfortable, but she knew it was better this way. 

“Well, to put it simply, Hazel, we’d love to sign you” Simon's words sank in, as she let out a sigh of relief, probably quite loud, but she didn’t care. But her mom was tapping her arm, she turned back to Simon, watching as he pulled out a paper.

He tossed it on the table, the paper coming into view as they looked over the words and pictures. It was her worst nightmare. The pictures of her before, the Instagram captions, and the photos she was still tagged in. They were old, it was obvious by the blurry pictures and the Vintage Instagram filters that they were from a while ago. She could see some of the dates ranging from 2013 to 2018. She knew it was bound to come out, just not like this. 

“We can’t have this,” he explained, gesturing at the papers while the other alphas in the room agreed, though someone was sticking out. 

“I- I- I’m sorry I should have told you guys but-” she stumbled over her words, her mother silent as her manager was going through the papers. The girl next to them was clearly stressed 

“No need to apologize, but if you want to do this and become a pop star, we can’t have this come out. So, if you want this, we have three terms and conditions,” he sat down across the table from her. Hazel’s manager was no help, still trying to figure out what to suggest, as this was not in the plan. 

“I don’t want to hide it” she whispered the last part, her voice getting smaller as she spoke. She should have known they weren’t as progressive as they seemed, but she wasn’t the ideal easy person. She was a trans omega, she felt horrible thinking about it, having to lie, she didn’t want to hide it. 

“Well, you have to. Listen, kid, you got third on the show, not first or second, third, and no other judges wanted to sign you. I was the only one who had faith in you. Believe me, we don’t want to hide it, but you can’t possibly think that the world would be okay with a bisexual trans girl, and you’re an omega. You’re not just Hazel Styles, it's a brand, an image,” he finished, leaning back in his chair and shrugging his shoulders. 

She looked at him, trying to see if he was serious. The other judges had been so nice, Demi even being nice enough to give her advice during the competition, surely she would have signed her too… though she didn’t say anything about it after.

Her mind was racing on one end, this was all she wanted; she just wanted to sing and make music. Show young omegas that it’s okay. That they could do it. But on the other hand, she did want to come out, not then as she was only 16 and recently had her name changed, but she knew she wanted it. 

Hazel weighed the options in her mind. She didn’t want to hide. She thought that type of stuff was over, didn’t think there was any need. But she knew he was right in a way. Plus, she knew it might not be too long of a contract… she could get out. And if she was lucky, some of the money could help her transition….

“I will. But on my terms too” which is how she found herself ignoring her mother's words. The words that stuck with her forever. Her mom supported her in all ways, but if there was one thing, it was that she never wanted to watch her baby be closeted again. She was closeted all through high school, that summer they moved away, changing her name, getting her on hormones, and wiping most of her past. Though it was clearly not done well enough. 

Hazel’s manager made her take a moment, though. She took a deep breath, thinking it over before doing it. Her pen hit the paper, but her manager made Simon and them step out. Made Hazel look her in the eye as she read over each part. Making sure she understood how many albums she had to make, explained what “stunts” were, and made sure she had all her terms on there. 

They had agreed. To help her transition a bit smoother, and to get her the surgeries. They came up with a plan for how they would make sure to cover it up, to get her schools and classmates to sign NDA’s if possible. They had given her what she wanted, but she hoped she could hold up her end. 

“You’re always my baby, please remember that before you let them create a whole new person. My baby, my Haz,” her mother spoke, letting the crew back in as she signed it away. 

She cried that night both of joy and sadness. She got what she wanted.

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“Hellooooooo” Taylor snapped her fingers in front of the girl's face. Her bright green eyes made contact with Taylor as she realized where they were. 

“Now I'm gonna let you go, only cause I’m nice and you clearly were day dreaming,” she winked at her. Hazel sighed, nodding her head, knowing Taylor would be bound to text her. Hazel moved her hair out of her face a little, the hoodie still on her as she approached the door. 

As she opened the door, Taylor shouted a “bye” she knew she was going to be fine. She told herself she would be fine. She could hide it, she’d done it before, though those times she only made out with strangers, this time she was making a deal with something more, for something more. 

More than she usually got. She prayed her management wouldn’t be mad, but she knew it didn’t matter. She made her way into the house, headed upstairs, as she went to her music room. She knew she should shower, should probably relax for the night, but the tingle of his touch lingered on her body, and her mind was racing with ideas. 

For the next three hours, she sat in the room going back and forth between her notebook, lyrics, songs she wrote before, her computer, and samples. She worked on the song, the lyrics flowing easily out of her. It was a good song, she could feel it in her bones as she sang it in the recording studio she had made when she first moved, she knew it as she redid the lyrics, and the final product came to be. As she finally finished, her stomach rumbled loudly, making her finally go downstairs looking at the time as she made food. 

She finally finished the food, eating it up easily and quickly as she then washed the dishes. Picking up some blankets and hoodies as she brought them to her nest in her house. She was going to miss this. 

The sweet smells she had gathered from her time back here, though it had only been a few days. She wasn't die-hard for this house all the time as she was barely here lately. But, she knew better than to not have a more settled place. As much as she loved her friends in LA, she knew better, plus since she wasn’t able to nest much on tour, though they did make room, she knew she had to have a space. So closer to London it was.

She finally made her way upstairs. Getting showered and setting up her nest. She may or may not have taken a little handkerchief of the alphas. She folded it, placing it on her nightstand. Hazel then started to send some snaps, making sure to send them to her manager before she posted them. 

She snapped a couple more of her friends before she got an idea. She lifts up her shirt a bit, angling her phone, thinking about it for a second.

She sent the picture. Hazel knew, knew it was a risky introduction as she sent a picture of her not nude, but just enough of he lace showing from her riding-up shirt that he could see both her lace panties and bralette. 

He was quick to open the message, replying to her in a quick second later. She knew she had him she just would have to find a way to explain to her team that he would do this and they may fuck once or twice. But that was a problem for later, for now she was focused on him. 

Hazel

Guess who?

Louis

Hmm lemme guess, princess

Hazel

Mmm close

Louis

Oh really?

Mm maybe it's the pop princess I met earlier in this cafe

Hazel

Maybe but is this the handsome alpha I met earlier… 

Louis

Princess, best believe it’s me 

She smiled at her phone as a selfie came in. He was in bed, his facial structure standing out even more, along with his blue eyes. His hair was wild, looking like a wet dream. She felt the slick leak from her as quickly as she looked over the picture, taking him in. Hazel licked her lips before replying. 

Hazel 

Not bad for an old alpha

Thinking about today :)

Louis

Not bad you didn’t even need my help, sweetheart, don’t lie

Hazel 

Well, maybe I want your help next time

Louis

Oh, and what would that include

Hazel 

You’ll find out, but first, the interview before my next leg of the tour 

Louis

Yes baby

Hazel 

Quit the pet names, Louis 

Louis

But you loved them, didn’t you, doll 

 Seen by Hazel…

Louis

I knew it, give me a couple of days and I’ll set up the studio

Hazel 

Fine. 

Louis

See you princess 

Seen by Hazel…

The girl rolled her eyes, making sure to let him know with a little finger emoji as he sent back a laughing emoji. If she fell asleep with the handkerchief in her hand, nobody had to know. 

Chapter Text

It was the next morning, Hazel woke up, arms heavy as she rolled over, hitting her alarm. Her mind was still there, still at the cafe, the thrill she took from yesterday still lingering on her mind. She could still feel the tingling sensation that lit her stomach on fire at the mere thought of the way he touched her. 

The way he was gentle with her but rough at the same time made her heart flutter in a way. Girls had always been softer in a way, less than the men she’d met, but since being closeted, she found it extremely hard to be with women, though she did find appeal in both genders. 

Her mind was still going, her thoughts even thinking back to the sexy picture he had sent her, how long his fingers looked, how nice they felt in her hair as he tugged on it. The way he had looked at the camera, not even a smile, but his eyes, his face still lingering with that look. That stern look he gave her that made her wanna say those words, the one she tried her hardest not to- 

The phone rang, the girl jumped, her loose, messy bun nearly coming undone as she picked up the phone. The noise had startled her, she answered quickly as she put the phone to her ear, not bothering to check who. 

“Hazel”

“Simon, what a pleasure to hear from you this morning,” she smiled into the phone, him not seeing how she rolled her eyes, making sure to emphasize how annoyed she was. Hazel could tell he was annoyed, not very sure why, but of course, she spoke too soon. 

“Heard you met with Tomlinson yesterday,” she smiled, hearing his last name again was even better than before, though Simon’s accent was saying it as nicely as Louis did.

“Yeah, and? You were the one who suggested it?” she questioned him, he loved to piss her off. The alpha is a right witty prick, in the worst ways possible. 

“That I did, and I assume it went well. You made some headlines, good PR before this tour”

“Is that all I am to you? A good headline?” she knew it was stupid to ask if he had respected her less and less, making it known to her that she was just a brand, another name he had under his belt, still it didn’t stop the hurt that lingered. 

“Well, it helped, now I need to know if we have a deal. Did he explain enough for you? Or did you give him a hard time”

“For your information, we did. I don’t see why not. Can I go back to sleep now” she asked the last part needing a way out; she hated hearing his voice lately; it just reminded her of how trapped she felt in a way. Plus it didn’t help that each time they talked, it was never good, just a reminder of how he controlled her, how he used and saw her as nothing but a rag doll, a brand, an image. 

“Okay, good, I’ll send over the paperwork and we can-” he was always on her about papers, NDA’s, and more. But she had other plans anyway. 

“Oh, there’s no need, I can meet up with him again. It’d be easier anyways we could get a good he’d to start on filming anyways” she was quick to cut him off hearing Simon let out a groan felt like a victory, she’d been thinking about it all night, wanted the alpha closer to her plus she may want to do something more, this time without the fear of getting caught. 

“Actually, that sounds good, let me have Zayn drop off the paperwork, and he can stay with you a bit” Hazel rolled her eyes, feeling bad that Simon was sending the poor man to her house just for her to kick him out. It was embarrassing, but who cares, Zayn would get it, though she had a feeling the man would have something to say, but Louis was hot, plus it’d be nice to see. Just to set some boundaries… boundaries. 

“Okay, sure, I can text him” she hung up the phone quickly, opening her phone as she looked at the time. Her phone was in her hand as she scrolled social media, quick to make sure it was on her burner, she knew it’d be better, she learned the tough way that no matter what she liked someone would have something to say and with the next few weeks being on tour and all she was trying her best not to stir stuff up. 

The warmth in her room was present, the mix of smells in her room, the handkerchief she hadn’t forgotten about, was close to her. She brought it to her nose, letting it fuel her in a way, the relaxing feeling taking over. It was still early, the sun was peaking in her windows, and she knew she should get started with her day, but she couldn’t help it as she texted Louis. It was a morning selfie, lips pouted, her freckles coming through as she typed out a little message and hit send. 

Hazel

Excited to see you again xx

Louis 

Excited to see me? Who would have guessed?

Hazel

Don’t be cocky

Louis

You’d like my cock tho

Hazel

PLEASE, Louis, god, you’re so…

Louis

What funny? 

Hazel

I guess…. 

Louis

C'mon, you know that was funny 

Hazel

Never took you as the funny type 

Louis

Well, I am, deal with it :) 

She smiled at her phone, the next picture being a serious face picture of him in bed, though his classic middle finger was stuck out, the 2 and 8 still very much visible. She whined, her hole clenching as she thought of the way they’d feel inside of her. She knew he smelled wonderful too, and knew that’d enhance the experience today. 

Hazel

Don’t wear scent blockers 

Louis 

Wasn’t planning on it :) 

Hazel giggled a little, trying not to blush, and more slick coming out of her as she thought about how good he smelled. She usually wasn’t one to harp on smells, but he smelled so wonderful, the perfect mix of cinnamon, sweet and spicy, and musky too, in a way that filled her veins and put her in the right headspace just right. 

So as she saw Zayn text her back, giving her an ETA of at least 40 minutes, she started to get ready. She opened up her Spotify, connecting it to the speaker, her favorite artist beginning to play. 

She started to move things around, trying to rearrange her nest the way she wanted, the blankets not moving right, not laying how she wanted. It was making her frustrated; she just wanted to have peace, wanted to have it all nice, so when she came back up after filming with Louis, she could fall asleep with ease. The playlist had moved on quicker than she realized as she recognized the song by The Anthropology playing. 

Hazel hummed along, taking her time to enjoy it as she instead moved around to her desk. She moved all of her perfumes to the underside of her dresser, sitting down as she began going through the jewelry she had, she started to decide. Her stylist loved to give her new things and have her in those new pieces, but having at least a couple of staples helped her feel at home. The scent of her home was always the same, and she liked to take a piece with her wherever she went. 

Though sometimes it’s better for her not to have any pieces, as her mom is always more than willing to give Hazel her old jewelry. It made her feel at home even when the tour buses and flights weren’t comfy, when her head would hurt from being around a heavily alpha team. She always had Zayn, though, the omega who was always by her side when she needed him; he was one of the only things she was grateful for when Simon had introduced her to her new team. 

Zayn just had that effect, his sweet smell being one of the things that calmed her. He was one of her best friends, which she thought she’d feel weirder about considering the circumstances, but she didn’t; he knew all about her journey being trans, the surgeries she had been through, all of it. In fact, he was there to make sure the press left her alone when it came out about those things. Nearly fought the paparazzi who went after her when she was leaving the hospital, bombarding her with question after question. 

Zayn was an amazing friend, and him being there meant the world, especially when things had been picking up recently. She knew she was going to have to face the music soon, face things more and more, but at least this time for the tour, Zayn could be there. 

She decided it was time. Her eyes traveled over the alarm clock, seeing the red numbers bright and stark. She had thirty minutes, well, for her to shower; she knew she had a bit more time, but she knew she wanted to look nice, wanted to be draped in the scent of her own home, wanted to feel good, look good. 

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Hazel put her hair up in a bun, tying it up with ease as she then started to get undressed. She knew she couldn’t wash her hair, she didn’t have the time. Hazel was on a bit of a time crunch than usual. So she used the scrunchie, a soft material, making sure that all of her hair was in & secure. Taking off the cool sentence, the warmth leaving her body. It made her shiver, the goosebumps on her skin rose, and she made her way to the other side of the room. her nails scratching the material as she checked it over before putting it in the hamper. The pink checkered hamper adds to the warmth and aesthetic of her room. She has always been a pink girly. Love the way that the soft pink contrasted against her tan skin, how it made her legs look longer, her face look glowing, and her lips look redder, like cherries. cherries red on the surface but plump on the inside.

She finally made her way towards the shower. The cool towel was hitting her feet, making her shiver slightly. She hurried a little towards the bathroom, opening up the glass door as she turned on the warm water. She knew it shouldn’t take long, thankfully her house had better water pressure than it did it back in LA. It took over five minutes before the water was warm. Her feeling the steam coming from the door, she opened it a little bit of water dripped onto the floor mat that she had. 

But for some reason, she was distracted. The fogginess reminded her of how fuzzy her head felt just the other day. The cloudy waves that passed over her as she was on the ground. The way the ground was rough on her knees, but somehow the pain was pleasure, it pleased her to know it was all worth it. How his hands had held her head, massaged her scalp partially as he held her, forcing her on his cock making her take it all in. Her stomach was buzzing, and she could feel the slick coming out of her, the sweet scent she knew he liked that he’d get a taste of soon enough… if she allowed it. 

The arousal, the adrenaline, was in her veins, clouding her head, so as she stepped into the shower, she knew. Her hands lowered themselves, tracing the curves of her body she shivered. Her hands going to her hole, feeling the wetness, the combination of sweat mixed into her pupils dilated at the thought. The way his hands would feel, the way his beard would feel down there, her hands moving faster, closer. 

The slick was coming out, but it was hard to tell the difference once the warm steam started, the heat in her belly confusing itself. She stopped thinking, just let her mind take over as she pleasured herself. She knew it should be quick, Zayn was on the way, and so was Louis. But if she was anything when it came to men, specifically older alpha men who smelled so good she was weak. 

So she let her eyes close, the bliss taking over as her fingers worked in and out of her. Hazel's fingers were long, don’t get her wrong, but she always loved to have someone else’s, the way they felt so different, rougher in a way she started to think. Her fingers moved faster, feeling the heat, the slick coating her fingers, as she moved them in and out. It felt so good, but it felt better to think about him. How Louis could do it so much better, how thick his fingers were, long, how good they’d be-

The girl heard her phone ring, and she let out a mix between a groan and a scream. She knew she should be getting out soon, but not this soon. Hazel rolled her eyes; the anger in her was more prevalent than she intended, and she was sure that would be present in her scent, but she didn’t care. She finished her shower, her damp hair was going to dry quickly, but that didn’t stop her from putting her hair in a towel. The pastel green towel matched her eyes as she got ready quickly. 

Her phone had stopped ringing, but that didn’t mean she didn’t check. Hazel’s eyes swiped over the lockscreen, seeing Zayn’s name pop up, she typed him a quick question, making sure to turn on her ringer as she got ready. 

She slipped on her blue top. The blue lace accentuating her tanned skin, the green florals on the tanktop with frilled ends looked even better when she paired it with a green lace bralette underneath. The color was especially good, adding to the blue, it made her look soft in a way, she paired it with a matching lace skirt set, the little slit on the side showing off her cursive tattoo. 

She did a little skin care, rubbing in the products with a quick spritz on her face of the scented mist she liked. Her hair was still up in a towel, the minimal amount of drops still could be felt on her skin as she finally finished. She was checking her face one last time before she heard the noise. 

Hazel heard her phone chime, the noise waking her up a little more as she checked. She saw the notification, opening it as she saw the texts from Zayn. She could feel his anger through the screen— not exactly anger, but the annoyance the poor boy always felt dealing with her. Hazel knew she was a big case in a way, but Zayn loved her anyway. 

She made her way downstairs, the towel still in her hair as she waited for Zayn to be let through the gates. She waited a couple of more minutes, barely two but enough to get a couple of TikTok videos in before she heard the knock on the door. 

“Hi, babes,” she greeted Zayn with a little bit of a side hug as she tried not to let the towel slip her curls out, but she knew she got some water on Zayn as he sighed, looking at her. 

“Hazel, go dry your hair” he rolled his eyes a playful smile on his lips as he looked at her. Hazel pouted. He was right, but he knew how much she hated blow-drying her hair. The hot hair on her neck, and the awkward angles trying to get all of them, makes her squirm. 

“You want me to do it, don’t you” he sighed, looking at her, she always knew how to get him.

“Well…you know how much I appreciate you. And since you’re hereee” she elongated the last words, Zayn sighing before getting up along with Hazel as he helped her blow dry her hair. 

It wasn’t long, the time passing by thoroughly and enjoyably as the two bickered a little Hazel conviently forgetting to mention how hot he was or how she had his cock in her mouth and she planned to have it in her again one way or another. Little details. 

“I am curious, though. You’ve been quiet about this, alpha. Care to let me in?” Zayn had turned the heat down, and more cool air hit her neck as she knew he was about to put his nose where it did not belong. 

“Please, he’s just like every other knot head,” she said the words but she didn’t believe it, couldn’t really sound convincing, her voice wavering at the end. Zayn wanted to laugh, but he knew he could tease her further. Could see if she would tell him the truth, Hazel was stubborn, one of the most stubborn people, and she did not like to always admit when she was careless.

“Mhm really, then why didn’t I hear a rant about how much of a dick he is or how he smells awful. I know you Hazel” Zayn looked at her through the mirror, somehow it felt more intense. She didn’t know why she was feeling these feelings about him, and admitting to Zayn that she struck a deal that could end up with her more hurt than not, but she told herself this would be fine. 

She giggled, trying to cover up, trying not to let Zayn know, as she instead turned to tease him. Their banter was always like that. Always fun and exciting, full of jokes and banter, it was why she prayed he’d never leave her.

“And I know you nosy omega,” he was always good at that. reading her better than anyone else, how she would look right before flirting with a guy she knew wouldn’t be the best. How she looked when she was doing something more impulsive rather than thought out. 

“You’re also a nosy omega, I just happen to be open about it” he stuck his nose up as he finished helping her dry her hair. She was looking in the mirror, the fresh, flushed look on her face was not going away, it was refreshing. To see the way her freckles peeked out, how today she felt feminine, felt pretty in every way that she wanted to, she loved days like this when her dysphoria was low, and she could look in the mirror and feel like herself. 

Hazel Styles. 

“Hazel, babe, I think he’s heard your phone keeps ringing” Zayn pointed at her phone, the vibrations going off, and she knew who it was. Most likely her security guards. She turned over her phone, the pink-yellow phone case soft, in her hands as she answered the phone. It was a quick conversation, one of them acting like her dad, trying to make sure she was alright with an alpha coming over, checking his ID, though she told them to just ask for his name.

She could hear on the phone, him with them, and how he was laughing, his voice the perfect octave in her opinion, a mix between deep but just hints of higher pitches. His laugh was rich, like honey; it was soothing each time she heard it, and it hadn’t been long since she last heard it. Her heart fluttered as the guards finally let him in her muttering “ finally”. Meanwhile, David, the head of her team, teased her, reminding her how he was just there to protect her and how he’s been there for it all. 

Hazel’s face also became that same crimson color as before she ended the call, and he told her to be careful. He didn’t say what for, but she knew he could read other alphas. He had always been the one to tell her if a person was good if the alpha was odd in a way that might cause her trouble. Now, did she listen all the time, no, but she sure did keep it in the back of her mind. 

Zayn had backed up; he was on her bed, scrolling through his phone, but when she looked over, she could see his face change. She couldn't smell him as he usually put scent neutralizers on when guests came over, but she got a whiff of his scent, and the slight shift of tanginess made her sigh. 

“You’re fucking him, or do I say you fucked him” Zayn laughed after, moving his black hair out of his face. Hazel was mortified, hiding her face the other way as the dark-haired boy could see her scramble. He knew how to read her, and he proved it each time.  

“Zayn” she squeaked, her face instantly becoming red, her freckles blending in as Zayn watched and could smell her scent change. It was sweeter, it was sharper too, and he knew what that meant. Zayn knew he was going to get kicked out, and knew she would explain later, but for now, he was going to be her friend first. 

“Just please be careful, okay? I know how easy it is to get caught up in how sweet he smells and all, but he’s filming your documentary, and he will be papping you. You deserve a good guy, okay” he was looking at her with his brown eyes, the same eyes that had tears the last time she hadn’t listened. She knew he was always worried, but she remembered that day too well. 

He was pissed with her, yes but he couldn’t stand to see her that day as she was in her bed for weeks. Thankfully, she had been on a break, so she didn’t need to do much, but he was there to pick her up and take her out on the pap walks even when she just wanted to rot. 

He was there, so she sighed, looking at him as he waited for her to speak. 

“I’ll be careful. Promise Z, you’ll love him” Zayn nodded, coming over to her once again. They both were about to do the final touches before a knock on the door came, and Hazel felt the heat in her stomach becoming thicker and heavier as she realized he was there. 

Her phone vibrated this time, short and simple, as she picked up her phone. She blushed at the name popping up on her screen as Hazel, ignoring Zayn’s look at her, instead opening up the message. 

Louis

I’m here, princess 

Hazel smiled, seeing how he was so effortless with just a simple text that had her on her knees, or well, she wished she could be. Instead, she had moved out of her chair. Zayn followed her down the wooden stairs. She was wearing blue fuzzy socks, the white hearts decorating her feet as she glided down. She was happy, she knew her scent probably indicated such, but she didn’t care, she was sure he’d love it. 

Once she opened the door, she was met with him, but his scent was thick, so heavy it made her stop, leaving the two staring at each other as their scents changed. It was evident that Hazel was aroused at least a little she had already been thinking about it earlier, but seeing him again, fresh, his face still having the stubble, the shirt fitting him nicely, loose enough to frame him, but the black shorts a mix of shiny material, most likely satin. 

Hazel eyes trailed down his shoulders, the scar on his arm somewhat prominent to her. The black crochet sleeveless top being somewhat see-through, she could see his tanned skin, the way his arms definitely were a bit darker like honey, he looked delectable, and she didn’t notice how he was looking at her the same. 

He was savoring her, his eyes watching how her arms elongated, how long and stretched they were as she held open the door. She has quite the collection of tattoos, the silly ones scattered on her, and Louis was stunned. Most alphas would have found it a turn-off, seeing it as something that an omega shouldn’t do, but instead, it attracted his eye, and he found himself wondering how many more she had. How many he could count, trace his fingertips on it as she-

“You gonna let him in or….” his laugh filled both of their ears, a blush forming on Hazel's face as she finally let him in. She stepped to the side, getting a good whiff of his scent, the slight heightened sense making something stir in her belly. 

Louis’ head was down as he stepped in, taking the girl in, trying to be subtle, but it was clear to Zayn what was going on. He smiled to himself, watching as Hazel guided Louis to the kitchen. Getting him a glass of water as he sat at the table watching her, she moved with ease, her scent lingering in every corner of her house. This felt special, the omega letting him into her space even if it was just for a documentary; he’d been there before, seen how celebrities get so protective of her home, but she let him in, and she was letting her fans in. 

Louis watched as Hazel got him water, and how soft she looked. His eyes raking up her body slowly, admiring how well the blue-green floral set looked on her. Even without a stylist, she was capturing his eye. The way her curls fell barely covering her scent gland, she was a dream, he couldn’t see it fully, but her smile that was glowing from the side was making his head a little dizzy. 

She was a pop star or a pop princess, but he could see more; he wasn’t sure what, but she was more. The documentary he hoped would show that. He had chosen to read a couple more headlines against his better judgment, and while they weren’t bad, they definitely had a lot to say about an omega pop star. 

“Here” she spoke softly, yet her voice felt louder in the silence of the house. The silence was consuming as he looked at her, a smile gracing her glossed pink lips. A crimson red, yet like a bunny’s tongue, pink and pretty, her hands were soft as he gently took the drink from her. Today felt different in a way, the way she seemed more shy, more flustered. 

“You gonna drink that or will I be waiting all day” she had sat down on the countertop facing him, her lips smirking as she began chewing gum, which he wasn’t sure when that happened. He was watching her lips, how they had curved just enough to make her dimples pop, the little crevices in her face. He wanted to live there, be there, kiss them. 

“A guy can take his time too” he shrugged his shoulders a small smile on his face.

“Oh, please, you’re only saying that because I caught you staring”

“And if I was? Can’t I just stare at a pretty omega?” he winked at her, the pinkish tint on her cheeks as she hid her face from him, clearing her throat as she spoke. 

“You’re trying to flatter me” she huffed.

“Don’t need to flatter you, it’s just the truth” she blushed at that, hiding her face as she turned to the side of the countertop, pretending to look for something. She was failing. Hazel’s head felt dizzy as her nose tuned into how the alpha smelled; the cinnamon felt warm, thick, and intense enough to make her dizzy, but she subtly took a deep breath. 

“You can flatter me more when we work on this documentary. Now finish up” she pointed at the water still in his hand. His eyes gave her that look knowingly, but she didn’t let it affect her, at least that she showed. His smirk was evident, but she couldn’t get wet, not now at least. 

Louis finished the water, mostly as he drank it slowly, and he knew he had time. He also knew the omega was watching him from the countertop, so if he made sure to wipe his mouth with just his fingers, dragging it a little, she would know. 

Zayn wasn’t far, more like he had walked away as he saw the way the two were in the kitchen. Hazel was on the marble, her scent heavily laced with a little arousal, and while he could smell some of Louis’ too, he knew he wasn’t meant to be there long. So if he silently prayed for his sanity, watching the two flirt, nobody would have seen. 

Once Louis had finished, he stood up slightly, Hazel watched as his arm muscles flexed the tattoos he had on display. The stag and heart had a little scar she hadn’t seen before, and along with his tan, it made her feel that bubble in her stomach. 

“Ready, princess,” Hazel hummed in response, not bothering to respond, saving herself the embarrassment. As she watched him pick up his camera bag, the tote bag looked bigger than she remembered. Her eyes were barely focused on it when she saw Louis, but now she could see it. His hands gripping the side, the calloused yet softness of his hands prominent in the way he was holding it. She guided him to her living room, where the monochromatic couches were with blankets arranged neatly on them. 

“We can film here,” Louis followed her as she began to sit down. The slit in her skirt rode up again, showing a more clear view of the tattoos that were painted on her skin. Louis tried not to stare as he set up, but she was making it impossible, her hands playing with her curls as she scrolled mindlessly on her phone. But he knew better, could see the way she was purposefully biting her lips raw, chewing on them as she’d take a peek at him, catching him staring. 

Louis’ eyes were sharp and intense, but in the best way possible, like he’d do anything for her, but at the same time, he knew what she needed. The blues of his eyes were green too, in a way that they changed as she watched him set up the sun, hitting his skin just right, he was golden. Sunny in a way, and the sweet cinnamon was rich, she wanted to bathe in it to feel him in- on her.

Louis was pulling out the microphones when it happened, when he had turned more from one side to the other, and Hazel saw it, his finger tattoos that were all in line with each other. She couldn’t see what they meant, but she knew they were hot. The ink was quite prominent on his fingers, definitely fresh, she decided. 

“You almost done” she was bored, it had only been a couple of minutes, and yet she was watching him more than not. She had been watching him almost the entirety of 5 minutes, from the way he bent over, to the way he moved, as he would walk around her, it wasn’t like he’d done much. 

“He literally just started” Zayn rolled his eyes, laughing at her. Louis laughed at that, seeing how Zayn was close by but definitely going to be out of shot when he filmed. He was trying not to laugh too loud, though, he could see from the corner of his eye how Hazel was annoyed, muttering something under her breath before going on her phone. 

She just wanted to get it over with. Her impatience could be felt by Zayn, yes, but by Louis too. So he did his best to set up fast. It wasn’t like he needed much, but he wanted to take his time, make sure it was all set up right. Louis might have also moved his body to better angles so she could see the way he worked. The way his hands worked as he set up things, his fingers were long, she noticed, and each time he rubbed his hands together, she couldn’t help but think about how much better they’d feel on her. She remembered the warmth, the way his body felt in her, on her. 

“I’m ready” his voice shaking Hazel from her thoughts. When she looked up she saw him with the camera stand, and for some reason, it intimidated her. She was always able to put on the right face, make the right statements, and be her brand, but now, in her home, she wasn’t sure. The thought that people would finally see a piece of her and how she was, how she looked with minimal makeup, scared her. 

Hazel had decided not to do all gender-affirming surgeries, she thought it’d be better only to do some and she knew also how cruel the internet would be so she kept it, plus with the addition of hormones it made things easier, her voice was the way she wanted and so many other things, but this felt like a step into something new. 

Hazel could feel his eyes on her, the slight frown etched in his forehead, rather than his mouth, which she should not be looking at, she knew it would not help her case, but his stubble and the way he licked his lips had her thinking. 

“Um- you alright? We don’t-” he sighed, she could see his brain running, he seemed more confused, his scent was still the same, but she felt like he was something, just felt off with the way he looked at her, less confident, more...worried?

“I’m fine, don’t worry” she forced her hands out, Louis getting a good look at her pretty nail,s seeing the way she was changing her posture and her body language. How she was fixing her hair, but reassuring him, though her words didn’t quite reach Louis as he looked at her, how as Hazel was fixing her hair, the star on her arm was showing. The way her body was so effortlessly smooth in movement. 

“Okay, I’m ready” she looked the same, but Louis could feel her energy shifting, and Hazel knew he could tell from the way he tilted his head a bit as he set up the camera, peaking up at her. She could feel Zayn’s eyes too, feel his sympathy through the space between them, but she smiled anyway. 

It was showtime, her face looked good, her hair still intact but a bit messy, how she knew her followers liked, the straps on her top loose enough that if they fell, she could play it off with ease. She tried her best to make Hazel Styles the effortless, pretty pop girl brand she learned best from her friends around her. Hazel was always doing it for their fans because she knew she was already hiding something; the flags she had taken down said enough.

But Louis didn’t know that Zayn did. She saw him lingering in that spot, the empty spot on the wall right next to her childhood pictures. She had seen him looking at it while she was with Louis. Zayn always told her she should keep them up if a guy didn’t want her because she was trans; then that was his loss. But in her head, she still felt the shame, the shame of both hiding who she was and being who she was. She wished she could speak on it more wished she could advocate for her queer community but she knew that was far from coming. 

Louis was fixing the camera, but this time he was in front of the lens angling it better as he went back and forth between her and it. He wiped it clean, changing the lens back and forth till he settled on the right setting. He checked the camera one more time before looking up at Hazel. 

“How do you want to do this” the slight red light and a beeping noise went off as he stepped beside the camera sitting in the chair he had pulled up. 

“You’re asking me that now” she deadpanned. 

“Yes, princess,” his reply had her biting her lip, she knew it was coming, she was sure of it, but it didn’t help that after Louis said that his tongue was in between his lips the slight smile on his face makig her sure he was messing with her a little.

“Stop calling me that” Hazel said it but her body said otherwise, the strong redness that ran along her face, the widening of her eyes, and the sweetness of her scent making Louis’ nose twitch. Her stomach was still tight, but the lingering of that effect also made its way lower. 

“Only when you stop acting like it, Hazel,” the switch of names made her frown a bit.

“He’s right, just be yourself, it’s your documentary,” Zayn chimed in, making the omega turn her head sharply, the look she gave him, her eyes not fully on him, but enough to make Zayn and Louis laugh. 

“You’re so mean to me” this time, she gave a fake pout, looking more at Louis as she knew it’d get to him, and the way his eyes darkened told her it all. 

Louis' laughing had stopped as she looked at him, her wide green eyes looking at him so doe-like, almost innocent in a way. Her lips were pursed, pressed together as she looked at him, making sure to lick her lips before looking away from him. 

Zayn watched the two with annoyance, clearing his throat as he watched the two practically eat each other in the minimal space they had. 

“Can you guys film already, please for fucks sake I want to go home” he got up from the couch murmuring something about how he’d be in the kitchen. He told Hazel to call if she needed him and that he’d be on his computer. 

As he left, Hazel looked at him with a glint in her eyes, a spark he recognized from the cafe; he was in trouble. But he liked it, the omega was feisty in a way, but the way she went pliant in his arms made it all worth the teasing. 

“So you gonna talk or do I have to direct you?” 

“Mm depends, how are you gonna direct me” she winked at him, relaxing on the couch a bit more crossing her legs but letting her slit ride up even tugging at the waistband to go higher. 

“Such a menace, let's just do this so your friend can go home,” he pointed to the kitchen where Zayn was, Zayn not hearing a thing, but Hazel knew he was right. 

“Fine but just so you know he wouldn’t care if we fucked right now” she winked at him again, her flirting was persistent but she didn’t care he was hot. 

“Jesus,” he muttered, hearing her be so vulgar, and they hadn’t even begun or touched really, but he was turned on beyond belief. So they finally began. 

She introduced herself to the camera, talking about how she was so excited to be doing the next leg of tour. Hazel was a natural speaker; she used to be more shy when it came to speaking, but after being in the spotlight for a bit, and having her friends help her, she’d gotten better. 

Louis could see it, admiring the way she spoke with ease as she described why she loved the European leg so much and how much excitement she got seeing all the places in Europe. Hazel was a traveler and a naturally curious person, she loved seeing all the parts of the world. 

She reminisced on how much she loved the first tour, how much she found it exciting to meet all the fans around the world. How the first time she got on stage in a different country, the venue was one of the biggest she’d done. The stadium tour hadn’t been her idea, but with the fans blowing up her 2nd album, the demand for her became bigger. 

Louis smiled, hearing how she laughed at her own anxiety, yet she made it seem like it was all good. Like she hadn’t almost passed out because of stage fright or how she tripped on that show and fell in a hole (not her fault). But she made it all seem so light and fun. 

Louis let her ramble, let her keep going as she told story after story, his personal favorite had to be when she was in Italy. 

“So I was walking around the town, right, shouldn’t have been a big deal. I was only with a friend, Zayn, and we were looking at these cute little shops, and I had my shades on, of course. Trying not to get attention usually the town is usually very quiet. We kept walking and people kept staring like people kept staring at us and I was like shit- wait sorry cut that oh my god. So, um, we were walking, and so Zayn found a shop. We kept walking, but it seemed odd nobody had asked for a picture, but I ignored it” Hazel paused, looking at Louis as she blushed. 

He was so intrigued, you could see it on the alpha's face, his scent was sweeter the ashes usually that lingered didn’t as much, it was like pure cinnamon, almost close to vanilla. She cleared her throat and pulled out her phone, scrolling as she tried to find the video It didn’t take her long before she found it. Showing it to the camera, the video was a little blurry, clearly taken from a distance. 

“There were ducks following me. God- I- it was so funny, that- that- that whole time we were walking, they were following me. I can’t even tell you why? But god, it’s one of my favorite memories. I didn’t see the till until we went inside the store, and the store owner at the cafe had a good laugh with us. It’s one of the things I love, you know, that's why I hope maybe when we do this, you guys, can all see why I love touring and just get a glimpse of me…the real me. Just-” she sighed. She didn’t look at the camera. Her eyes became a bit teary for some reason. 

“Be gentle, please” Louis stopped the camera, turning it off for a second, as he got her the box of tissues. She wasn’t crying; she got up, went to the bathroom quickly. 

Once in there, she started to panic, her mind thinking of all the worst scenarios. She didn’t even know if she wanted that in there anymore, the world seeing her get teary. The media would have a field day with the people who hate her, an opportunity. The world was cruel, and she knew that, but god, it was moments like these when she wanted to be vulnerable that she thought of how she got here. Putting on a facade for the world, she got her identity taken. 

God, this is gonna be hard. Hazel thought as she made her way back out. She had cleaned up her face a bit more, adjusting her hair, checking the curls, trying to make sure she looked good, before she walked back out. She put a hand up as Louis went to speak. 

“Think we can cut that?” Louis nodded. He didn’t know what to say, waiting for her to continue. She was thinking of sitting there, before she just looked at him again. 

“What about your suggestions?” he looked at her, his eyebrows raised in what she guessed to be surprise. 

“You sure you want them?”

“Why not?”

“You’ll see” she didn’t regret it, but she should have come up with her own. The camera began rolling, and the fun began. 

The questions weren’t too bad, but when he started asking her to talk about how she came up with a certain part of her show, she blushed. She knew it was coming, but that didn’t make it easier. 

She was smooth as she talked about it, not letting the way he sat, spreading his legs more as he nodded his head, listening to her explain how she created the videos for the show, and the surprise of the show. It wasn’t like Hazel wasn’t open about her sex life in her songs but talking about in on camera with the guy whose cock she had sucked in a bathroom stall.

He was having fun distracting her from the moment earlier, she wasn’t even thinking about how she had shown her vulnerability. Instead, all she could think about was how she wanted him on her, his hands on her running their course like her body was a maze. 

He’d made her describe how she planned each video, it seemed innocent on the surface but each time she’d try to skip something it’s like his alpha knew so he’d ask more. Make her laugh and blush making it more fun though she prayed in her head that her mom didn’t watch this part too quickly. 

“Popstar” the nickname, got her out of her thoughts; she wasn’t sure where they left off. But he had caught her, her thinking too much, and she could feel the slick, the way her underwear was wet, how it was definitely going to be ruined if she didn’t get out of it soon.

She still hadn’t said anything, too busy watching how Louis cracked his hands, making sure not to break eye contact, his eyes trailed past her lips, she could see how they were on her chest. She was sure he was looking at her chest, she had tattoos littering her body, Louis licked his lips as he could see her squirm, it was fun. 

The little game they were playing of how many times could she blush under the alpha’s gaze, how many times could Louis get her to flush and get her slick going. The alpha was also turned on, clear as day. 

“We’re not finished,” he said as she started to move on the couch. She was definitely going to get up, her body moving before her mind. 

“And?” Hazel played with her nails, picking at them a little.

“Zayn’s here. Wait” the firmness of his tone, how his legs were still spread, a perfect view in her opinion, and a smirk on his face, he had her. Hazel was looking at him, annoyed but still on the couch, her body reacting to his words, her omega wanted to purr. Her mind was seeing all the scenarios, how many ways, and places they could do it in this house.

Her mouth opened before thinking.

“Zayn! Leave,” she shouted, not even giving him the chance to argue back as she got up quickly. She guided him out of the house, rushing him, not caring as he rambled about  how to be safe, not to do anything stupid. But she didn’t care, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before shutting the door. 

She turned about to go back before he was in front of her. Louis's scent overpowered her, her nose filled with his scent, her body felt full of it. It felt like a luxury, a prize she won with him this close and personal in her space. 

“You're a brat, kicking your friend out 'cause you’re so desperate for my cock huh, and you couldn’t even be polite about it” he had stepped closer now that the door was closed. She had one hand still on the knob, the other holding onto the door to ground her. He was close, the mix of their scents made her dizzy, with his hand gently coming to her waist like it was glass, yet he gripped it firmly, like it was glued to his palms. 

Hazel let out a yelp as she looked at him, the words trying to come out of her mouth as he was staring at her, waiting for a response. She knew this was bad, well she knew he was a little pissed, his face giving it away but this was all fun and games. A little sass never hurt anyone, especially not for her. 

“Maybe, but you’re still here,” she smirked, raising her eyebrows, making sure he knew her hands weren’t on him crossed proving she was not 

“Someone’s gotta tame you love”

“Who said I need taming? Fucking knothead” she rolled her eyes going to push him away when he grabbed her waist pulling her in and kissing her, a quick peck that left her more dizzy than not. Her body reacted the slick coming, the heat in her belly was heavy.

“And you want to fuck this knothead” he smiled at her, his teeth like pearls bright and shiny, his cheeks weren’t red but they might as well have been he was like fruit, like a cherry. He was having fun with this clearly, the way he looked like he would laugh at her, but she was pouting. It was evident on her face she wasn’t pleased, she felt something in her. Something was telling her she should just give in, just let him in. 

“You think quite highly of yourself” her words came out harsher than she liked. Hazel almost winced, wanting to take it back because she knew he didn’t. Maybe when she had his cock in her mouth but even then the alpha was gentle in a way and knew just how to hit the right spots, toe the line just right for her. 

“Only for you, pop star,” he was caressing her now, the laurels smooth on his fingertips as he looked at her, waiting for the omega to give in. She was more confident the other day, more willing to give in to the dynamic, though she was the one who did establish it. Louis knew she wasn’t feeling it, he would stop if she wanted, he wasn’t an asshole but he knew how sometimes omega just need a push, and maybe riling her up wasn’t the right way but he couldn’t help but want to kiss her pout away. 

Her lips were so pink, a perfect mix of a pastel pink and a strawberry red, it made her scent make more sense. The sweet smell of strawberries, like a summer day with a breeze, is what she reminded him of. It made his alpha go crazy; he wanted her all to himself, and didn’t want anyone else. He wasn’t thinking truly just her. Her. 

“You’re a dick” she huffed, trying to not look at Louis his eyes making her want to give in. His eyebrows raised as he looked at her. He wasn’t going to keep pushing. In fact he was more curious how long she’d keep it up. 

“Stop being a brat” he simply said. He was all calm and collected but Hazel was pissed still thinking about how he had done that to her earlier. Teasing her, trying to get her riled up (it worked), but it wasn’t fair. He was hot, too hot with the way his fingertips made her skin crawl, made her feel like a candle, lit up and melting. 

“I’m not-” she rolled her eyes, and that’s all it took before he hoisted her up by her thighs, picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the living room where they were. She had squirmed against him, she wasn’t opposed to it, but she’d put up a fight just a little. 

“C'mon baby,” he said as he sat on the couch, his legs perfectly open enough for her to sit, and as she finally was there again, he held her by the chin. Her green eyes met his blue as their heavy breaths fanned each other. The mixing of their scents was heavily apparent. The way she was on him, legs on both sides of him, his hands on her. He moved it lower, he didn’t grip it, just let it sit there. 

She whined, feeling her omega clawing at her. She’d been thinking about him all day, what it’d feel like to have him again. His hands stilled, no more movements, not even a caress; she wanted to cry. 

“You’re so pretty when you’re desperate” his fingers ran over her bottom lip as her face was closer body now was lower, she had lowered herself, legs spread more so she could feel him truly. She knew he was wearing boxers but the weight of his cock was heavy under her. 

“Can’t speak now” his lips curved into a smile, and Hazel’s mouth shut as he plunged his fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them making them coated with spit as she drooled, the spit getting on her top, and her collarbones. He kept them in her mouth, not caring what she wanted; he was taking control, her omega preened at the way Louis kept them there, making her work for it to prove herself. 

She swirled her tongue around them a couple of more times before he pulled them away. Smearing it on her exposed collarbones, she finally let out a noise, moaning as he trailed his fingers to her sweat gland, pressing on it a bit the feeling making her see stars.

“Gonna be good for me popstar” the nickname had a different meaning, the way he had said it this time, like she wasn’t a pop star but his pop star. His he was going to be the death of her. 

“Mhm” she said it nodding her head. She could feel the heat between them, the air changing and feeling warmer, thicker, the feeling made her stomach swoop, her hands tingling, as she touched him. Barley, but it was enough to ground her to feel his chest, the material soft in her fingers.

“What was that, say it for me” he teased a little, forcing her to look at him. he pinched her waist a little, the mix of pain and pleasure made her close her eyes. Hazel’s mind was clouded, her thoughts were mainly of Louis, his hands on her, how he felt holding her, putting her in place. She needed it, needed him to remind her.

“ ‘m gonna be good” his hands gripped her chin before kissing her, it was bruising, in a way. His hands gripping her chin so hard it could bruise, but the way his tongue slipped in her mouth forced her to open up. She let him, let him kiss her, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her. 

Louis was on a mission, trying to taste her in every way, his tongue getting hints of the gum she had in her mouth earlier. It was minty, making his head spin a little. He wanted to paint her with his scent he pulled away. Keeping her head in his hands, then gently tilting her head, now resting on one side of her throat, the action made her moan loudly. 

“Lou-” she cut herself off, a breathy sigh escaping her lips as he left a hickey on her. His mouth was accurate, his mouth working on her like it was a canvas, sucking on the skin, biting it, kissing it. He alternated it, and it was driving her insane. His other hand was ghosting her chest. He was more focused on the hickey and drawing moans out of her. 

She was still on his lap, thankfully, because her legs felt like jelly. Hazel’s hands were on him, her hair a mess, but he was keeping it out of the way with his hand. She felt him ghost her chest again, and that’s when she grabbed it, the motion nearly taking them out as she placed his hand over her breast. As soon as his hand hit her, the slick came in a rush; it was more than usual, her head was fuzzy as he held her. 

“Your tits fit so well in my hand baby” he cupped them again, the warm through her shirt, and her bralete, the lace rubbing against her tips. She can feel her numbs perking up at the attention, her eyes rolling, it was a different sensation, the pressure he’d give as he pinched it, or as he switched it up, rubbing them. 

“God d- Lou” the nickname slipped as she stuttered over words, she was trying to let him know. Trying to be a good omega, be good for him, and make sure he’s pleasing him in every way possible. 

“You’re so pretty, baby. Look so good like this, keep being vocal yea” he hummed, and Hazel nodded, letting him take her by mouth, biting her lip before kissing her again. The blood being drawn but she didn’t care as he held her, moving his hands on her tit over and over, the friction keeping her steady, she could feel beneath her, his clothed cock, how it was so thick, her head thinking about how perfect it looked, the way it felt in her hands.

She went to kiss him, he leaned in to the left, her to the opposite as their lips met. It was softer as she let a small whine escape her lips. 

The loud noise of a beep red light flashed a little split of a second passed as the two were still in each other's arms, while Hazel was in Louis’ lap. It startled them. 

His legs were open a bit, but still, Hazel’s legs latched perfectly onto his hips, which were sitting on the chair. Hazel had him pinned. He had barely gotten to peep a word as he heard Hazel gasp, she was moving, still, her hips moving side to side as she tried to wiggle out of his grip. 

The mix of strawberries and vanilla made his eyes roll, unironically, Hazel’s hip rubbed against him. The motion made him want to pin her down but he helped her move off of him instead. The red flushed his face as once she got off, he went to turn off the camera. 

“Oh god, I'm sorry, didn’t notice’ Louis’ hands latched onto the camera, turning it off quickly as he moved it off the stand, putting it away in a rush Hazel’s voice came into his ears. 

“It's fine, I know it's good wank bank material" she giggled taking him by surprise, her scent was still sweet, and as he looked up he saw her hands lingering on her hickey. He laughed, finally processing what she said. 

"Did you seriously just call it 'wank bank'?" she smiled, was she startled yes, the noise was loud, she’d never had a camera do this before. 

“I mean, what else do you alphas call it" Louis rolled his eyes, coming back over to her the two’s eyes playful eyebrows raised as he spoke to her.                                  

"Well, not that darling," he purred, winking at her while she playfully hit him as he came closer. 

"Oh, please just shut up and kiss me, plus….you could leave it, I'm sure we'd make a great show," she winked, but Louis groaned, lying next to her, hands on her as she pulled herself on him again. 

"Don't tease me" he growled, a little it was more playful than not, the growl making her omega preen a little, knowing he actually heard her. She was on his lap again, the position feeling somehow more like it meant something to her. 

"I'm not teasing, I'm honest" her words sank in, but Louis knew he couldn’t. The idea was dangerous but fun, made his alpha perk up at the thought that she’d let him claim her on camera. That she didn’t care if someone saw or the world saw

“While I’d love to indulge the idea, we can explore another time,” she whined into this mouth. He paused, hearing what she said. His mind spinning, he pulled away. Then he thought, looking at her, seeing how blissed out she was even if they had stopped a moment ago. 

“You like that idea huh” she groaned, trying to push him off a little, but the truth was she wanted him more than ever wanted to feel his hands around her more, on her face, her neck, her chest, her-

“Pay attention, princess. I asked a question,” she nodded her head him continued to kiss down her neck to her chest. The bra she was wearing really did nothing as Louis could see just how hard her nipples were through the shirt. 

“You’d love it wouldn’t you, if I filmed us right now so you could see it, so the world could see how famous popstar, pop princess Hazel Styles lets alphas bend her over. Let them see how you go pilant in my arms, how well u take cock” he punctuated each word, her body going limper and limper as his hands stayed on her, but she was arching. His warm touch against her cold body felt like fire meeting ice it stung, the slick coming. The odd yet pleasurable feeling never failed to make her whine. 

Her moan filled the room as he flipped her on her back, forcing her over the side of the couch. The angle was odd for sure, but she liked it. Like how he had done it with such ease, and he loved how she had gone easily, like his fingers were magic, she gave in. 

He had pushed her thighs together, her skirt riding up so he could see the underwear underneath, and he groaned. Seeing how it went along so perfectly, her benG over practically presenting for him, he couldn’t have been luckier. 

“Camera may not be on, but let's give them a show yea” she nodded her head, no words coming out as she hung her head against the edge of the couch. She wasn’t ashamed, but she wasn’t sure she could handle seeing him, seeing him look at her beneath her skirt, seeing him as he looked at her with that hunger, that desire. 

The slick was as clear as day. The clear substance he had picked up with his fingertips, taking it into his mouth, though she couldn’t see it, she could hear it, though. She tried not to whine, tried not to whine into the couch, but she did. 

“You taste so sweet” he said, his hands caressing her legs as she felt him touch her more. It was soft, light like a feather, she didn’t know where he was going, but he stopped a her thighs. The goosebumps were prominent, as he held her legs, moving his hands up and down the soft skin, not doing much, he was enjoying it. 

Seeing the girl squirm beneath him, wriggle, and how she tried not to move much, though Louis didn’t even have to ask her, she was a dream. 

“You said you wanna be good right” She nodded her head, but he moved off of her, the noise of disapproval escaping her lips. But he was in front of her and lifted her chin so he was facing her instead.

“Words darling” he cooed, holding her chin so she didn’t have to hang her head, her omega was satfisted, feeling his hand cradle her cheek. 

“Wanna be good” she whispered to him. It wasn’t loud by any means, but it was enough for him. His gaze lingered on her. 

“There it is,” he praised her, kissing her on the lips, the peck making her head spin, she couldn’t place why. But she could feel it in the way he held her still even after he pecked her. His blue eyes had a softness behind them. 

“Need you to hold your thighs together for me, okay, ‘m gonna fuck your thighs alright” Hazel gave him the okay nodding her head as he let go of her chin, she held her head, as he moved behind her. She could hear his movement, the slide of his shorts, the movement of him on the couch as she felt it dip more and more. Best of all, she could smell him; he smelled like heaven, the perfect scent to have surrounding her. 

As he lined up behind her, she could feel the goosebumps take over her skin. She’d done something similar before, but not like this. She tightened her legs and it took her by surprise when she felt the head of his cock poke through her legs, the sensation was different, she could feel it go smoothly, how he did it with ease as he held into her hips. 

The warmth of his cock against her thighs, as she felt him tighten his hips, pushing in and out with control and ease. It felt almost like torture for her. The way his cock would glide against her skin, she could only imagine how it’d feel inside her. How smooth it’d feel would she be able to feel the way his cock twitches, how the head catches onto her thighs as he goes to pull out. 

His moans were loud, and when he’d move it was like he knew what she needed to, his hands had made it’s way to her hair, tugging it with no mercy, pulling her up a bit as he fucked in and out of her. Her slick was still coming, relentlessly, as she could feel her head cloudy, but it was enough, his hands in her hair, and the sensation in her body from the slick. Paradise. 

“Your thighs are so pretty, look so good taking my cock” hazel could feel her eyes rolling, her head wanting to loll to the side but she was letting him have control. She felt at ease and at peace, letting him use her. 

“Feels so good” she let out a gasp as he pulled out instead moving his cock so it tapped on her panty lie the slick blurting out feeling the alphas cock at her entrance. She knew he wasn’t going to do it, they hadn’t talked about it yet, but he had other plans. Snatching it away just as quick as Hazel’s imagination started to wander. 

Instead, Louis flipped Hazel, moving the girl so she could see him instead. Louis was looking at her, his eyes looking less at her, but specifically at her top. She could see how the alpha's hands hesitated, his shirt was still on, and so she took hers off. She may have been beneath him, but as soon as she leaned up, Louis was helping her. Guiding the shirt off with ease, his soft hands made her shiver at how gentle he was, yet rough at the same time. 

Once the shirt was off, he growled a little, it was small but made her smile, he was so cute even like this. His eyes were lingering, but she leaned forward, taking his chin in her hands. 

“Like what you see alpha,” he nodded his head, her smiling as she pecked his lips and trailed her hands down his shirt. For her, showing him her body was the least he could do was show her his. Louis let Hazel do it, let her move his shirt off the sleeveless aspect, helping him get it off, and she could see his tattoos even more. And if throbbing sensation in her pussy wasn’t signal enough she wasn’t sure what was. 

“wanna fuck your tits” he said grabbing them with both with his hands, though they still didn’t fully get them all. The surgery she’d gotten made them more perky than normal ones, but Louis didn’t seem to mind. Hazel nodded her head, telling him he could. 

Hazel moved her hands, pushing her boobs together, making sure to lean back enough as he watched her, she looked at him biting her lip seeing how sweaty he was. It was hot the way he knew how to get her and his presence, he wasn’t just an alpha by the way he was biologically, but the way he carried himself, the way he was. 

“What are you waiting for Alpha” the name registered and he moved, lining his cock inbetween them as she made sure to hold them tight as he fucked her. He was in bliss, she could see the way he was going, his eyes closed as he used her for pleasure, her omega was satisfied. The intenseness of his scent along with how he kept fucking in and out her being able to see the pink head of his cock disappear in and out. It drove her crazy, but she loved it. 

“You feel so good around me. So damn pretty” he puncuated each word pressing into her body, making sure to rock her. Hazel’s hair was a mess but she didn’t care, didn’t care because all she wanted was to make him cum, to be good like he asked. 

Her omega was preening, loving how loud he was and how he knew what to do. He was experienced even in the way he would make sure she got off too. He proved it after he came. 

Louis was close that was evident in her face as she watched him struggle to talk struggle to get the words out as he was fucking her. She felt the way he was tensing, like he was close but not there, so she tried to help him, making the embrace tighter, it working as he let her know. 

“ I’m close” he panted and it only took a couple of more thrust before he had cum, he had pulled away a, painting the pinkish brown numbs of her tits with his cum it was possessive in a way. He had watched as she used her finger to spear it across her. The image making his alpha go crazy, seeing how he claimed her.

Louis watched her then realized it soon, his mind catching up to how she didn’t cum. He pulled her onto his lap. He could feel the slick dripping on his skin, the coolness of it hit him, but she giggled. She smiled at him as she thought he was just being possessive.

“You didn’t cum” a twinge of sadness creeped in for her as she realized he was right though she was close. She nodded her head, not sure what else to say. Louis moved his hands, she was topless now her skirt still...somewhat intact.

His hands had moved further, starting to dip in past her laurels, and she froze. She couldn’t place the feeling, couldn’t speak as she felt his eyes on him, but he pulled away quickly. Moving herself backwards ot where she nearly fell backwards, but he held her. 

It wasn’t like she didn’t want to let him know, but she was still thinking. Her mind was spinning, it made her head hurt. Instead of speaking, she buried her head in his neck. Louis let her, let her nose over his scent, glad to take deep inhales, deep whiffs of his scent. 

“ ‘m sorry didn’t mean to” he was looking at her, his eyes softer as he was releasing calm pheromones, the waves of the feeling coming in as she layed there relaxed. She knew he was sorry, knew it also wasn’t on him to read her mind.

“ it’s fine” she murmured, she felt dramatic at the moment, knew he didn’t mean to but what scared her more was the way he apologized, how he’d gotten so soft in a second, he was commanding in a way, his presence made her weak in the knees but with his eyes soft, hands on her love handles she gave in. Most alphas hadn’t respected her; she wasn’t one to date many, though the media thought so. She was often picky, though it still hadn’t worked out in her favor. 

She wanted to let him get her off, she loved how eager he was and how he wanted to make sure they both were satisfied, but she wasn’t ready, didn’t know how to tell him. So instead she pushed him back, changing their angle so now she was on his lap, his cock was soft but as she sat on him she could feel it twitch, the movement startling her a bit but she knew what she wanted. 

“Tell me what you want baby” the nickname made her slick come out, the sweet strawberry smell coming out of her, it made his nose twitch, how his face was showing it, the primal instinct to slip his fingers into her right then and there, but he wanted her comfortable. 

“Wanna ride your thigh” he helped her move, allowing her to settle over his left thigh, her hands on his chest as she slowly moved. She always loved friction, loved the pressure it gave her pussy as she moved back and forth. 

The pleasure was intense, she’d been on edge for hours, and she was now letting free, letting go of it all. Louis encouraged her, telling her how pretty she is, kissing her on her neck, her collarbones. It was all coming closer to the edge, coming sooner and soon, and before she knew it, it came.

“Lou- Lou- i- I’m close”  Louis had kept his hands on her hips as it happened, helping her rock back and forth, as she kept gasping, her hands gripping his shirt tighter. Her head tossed back in bliss, curls wild, and lips parted as she panted. 

“Cum for me omega” his words hit her and it was over. The clouds in her head were thicker, taking over as she finally came with a mix between a scream and a moan. Her thighs spasmed, gripping his thighs tighter as a flood of slick came out her cum dripping on his bare legs but he didn’t care. He helped her through it as she held onto him. 

He coaxed her through whispering soft praises to her and how good she was for him. She smiled, it was soft and sweet as she looked at him with those deer eyes. She was so pretty, even more all blissed out. He knew he needed to take care of her, so he was gentle as he picked her up a bit, pulling her into his chest. 

They cuddled there for a while, the two holding each other as Louis made sure to keep her tight. Louis was able to grab tissues, he had wiped her down as best as he could. The two fell asleep on the couch that night. 

📸‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

Later that night, after they had woken up, Louis went down to the kitchen. He’d been looking around when he saw it. Saw the picture of a little Hazel. She looked so cute, her hair had bangs, almost like a bowl cut the short hair was blonde too, making him laugh. He stood looking at it for a second before he heard her voice. 

“You left the bed” her voice was groggy, the sleepiness evident in it, making Louis smile as she came down the stairs. She was wearing a pajama shirt the silk was evident, and he had managed to get her to change eventually by herself. 

She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, then made her way downstairs to where Louis was. He had moved to her cabinet, picking out some food. He was looking at the ingredients on one of the boxes when she stopped him. 

“You’re not gonna cook” she put the boxes down, grabbed him by the hand and dragged him away from the kitchen. 

“Hazel”

“Louis, no, you’re at my house, plussss why not get some food out” she was looking at him again. Her eyes making his alpha want to give in, but he knew better. They were just fucking, cooking might push it a bit far, so he agreed. 

Let her pick out the food, and for the rest of the morning, they sat together. Louis checked in with her, making sure what he did was okay, that she was okay, but what he didn’t do was ask about her freezing. It made her feel so much better that he didn’t, and that he could respect her. 

They had cuddles on the couch, watching a movie or two before Louis decided he needed to go. He knew this was a bad idea, knew he should leave before he can, so he told her goodbye. He did a bit of a walk of shame to his car, the security guards pretending not to notice his shirt on backwards or how he smelled completely like Hazel. 

But while he did the walk of shame as soon as he’d gotten in the car, he felt anything but. Hazel was fun and the best he’s had in a while. He didn’t have to hold back his alpha, it’s like they were in sync. Like they knew each other. 

Meanwhile, Hazel was in the house with nearly the same thoughts; her head was spinning, trying to make sense of how well they worked together. It’s like they were meant to be. She felt lucky, amazed how she picked a guy who respected her respected her boundaries, and listened to her. 

It scared her. But she remembered what Zayn had said and the deal they struck. This was to help her omega, while she was on suppressant, she did sometimes get her heat, and with the stress of tour, this would help. As long as she was careful, this could work. She knew better- at least she told herself. 

He’s just a good alpha. I’ll be fine, this will all be fine. 

Chapter Text

First stop: Spain 

The next morning couldn’t have made Hazel sadder. She had been so upset to watch Louis leave, though she knew he needed to. He was somebody to others, too. He also had a company to run, which she was helping save. Nonetheless, she hated to see him go, hated watching him walk away, though she had given him a kiss on the cheek, thanking him for taking care of her. 

It was nice. He wasn’t even just good in bed, he was just good overall. He was sweet to her in the morning, helping her clean the couch- spoiler, they made out on the other after they finished. The two had worked it out. Hazel let Louis delete the footage of them, him trashing it, and her still laughing and making fun of the situation, it gave her ease. It was nice for once to be in control. To not have her management telling her what words to say or how to act, and better yet, she had a say over her own image. 

She felt at ease for once, and yet she knew she was going to hear it from Zayn today. She forgot to answer his texts last night when he had asked how it went. Hazel knew he wasn’t mad, but she knew he was always just looking out for her, so once she left, she texted him before calling. 

He was quite sweet about it through text, too, which only made her fears worse as she called him. Zayn had a way with words. The omega knows just how to charm people, even Hazel, hell, it’s technically how he was able to get his job, a longer story for another time. 

Zayn had picked up the phone, muttering a simple “hello,” throwing her off. She was prepared for him to lecture her, to ask her questions, and be nosy, but this time it was different. His tone was more weary, dreary in the way he spoke. 

“You there?” she had asked, sitting more up in her chair as she had been picking at her strawberries. The mix of yogurt and granola tasted so good, but she felt bad; it wasn’t too early, only around 10 am. 

“Yeah I’m just a bit tired, had a late night.” his yawning was clear as he said it, but when she heard the shuffling of his pillows, something in her head clicked. She heard a little groan, one that did not sound like Zayn. She could hear him shuffling, but she knew him better than anyone.

“Zayn,” she could feel his annoyance through the screen, the way he usually was when they were on FaceTime, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, as he rolled them. 

“Yes, Haz.”

“Who was that” Zayn caught on easily, laughing a little as it was clear he was moving out of his room. She had sent him home pretty early, but she didn’t know he was going out; he was pretty careful usually, telling Hazel his whereabouts just in case. The two knew, even if they were with friends, they had each other, they were each other's go to’s. 

“You didn’t tell me you went out”

“Well you were too busy fucking- getting fucked by louis” she couldn’t deny that as she laughed. Her head was clearer now and she definitely could see it but she knew it was 

“Okay fair, but still, a text would have been nice,” Zayn laughed, hearing her huff through the screen. The pout was evident on her face as she moved from her bed to the pink chair at her dresser, putting her phone speaker. 

“I’m waiting, you better tell me, I’ll find out one way or another.”

“You’re so nosy,” he teased her, and she knew he was right she, always was a bit nosy, but he was her best friend. Plus, Zayn was way more careful when going out.

“I only learned from you,” and that's how Zayn found himself explaining how he got to where he was now.

“I decided to go out by myself okay, and before you decide to say something, I was safe, promise. I had a friend come with me. I wasn’t planning on anything okay, just wanted a drink, you know how much less they like me drinking on the road with you. So it wasn’t like I was dressed super well either, I’d barely changed much of what I was wearing. i-” Zayn paused, whispering some words, they were distant but she could still hear movement till it suddenly went silent. 

Hazel knew what that meant. He most definitely had someone over and he most definitely wasn’t planning on it, he as usually way less casual, and way more careful. Hazel never caught him with someone girl or guy, no matter how many times she’d tried to sneak in to embarrass him the way he embarrassed her. It never worked so now she was taking full advantage of it. 

“Just cause I can’t hear you doesn’t mean i don’t know” she started to work on her skin care routine, she knew she wanted to go out a little today, she had about a day till she was going to start tour and she knew she needed to pack however the girl just wanted to feel the sun on her skin. The rare heat she got from the sun and a nice little tan to compliment how much sun she’d gotten in the United States. His voice filled her ears again as she was putting on her moisturizer, his voice sounded more clear and less shuffling. 

“Okay, so, as I was saying, I wasn’t even planning anything. I was dressed in the same shirt i wore that red floral shirt and some jeans. Not much, Haz she was gorgeous, and she smelled so good. I don’t think I can describe it, it was the perfect mix, she wasn’t wearing any scent blockers so when she came up to me, I..might have… yea.. So anyway she actually hit on me offered to get me a drink and it went from there”

“You what? ”

“I’m not saying okay. It’s embarrassing as it is, I usually can keep my cool, okay, she was just so pretty, and her smell made me go a little dizzy….” he trailed off, and Hazel couldn’t see it, but he swore he could see him blushing. Zayn didn’t blush often, but when he did, Hazel always made sure to let him know. The girl quickly grabbed her phone, changing it to facetime. 

As she waited for it to ring, she couldn’t help but think about Louis. How it would be nice to see his face, how he would talk to her, his voice guiding her as they-

“Haz” his voice was louder than she thought her head snapped out of her fantasy, as she looked up, seeing him with a blush on his face. He looked more flushed than usual, and when she looked at his bare neck, she knew. 

“Nice decorations on your neck” Zayn groaned while Hazel giggled, seeing him hide his face. He moved his camera to the side as she continued to tease him. The questions she was asking had him moving his phone more, and instead of looking at the camera, she could see he was doing anything but. 

“Just tell me about her pleaseee” Hazel was giving him that look that one she knew would work because she used it on everyone; knew how to get them wrapped around her finger with ease, Zayn sighing as he moved the camera back to position looking at her before he spoke. 

“What more do you want to know?” 

“At least tell me you’ll see her again” Hazel was hoping to meet the girl it was quick for sure but with the way Zayn was blushing, Hazel knew this would be good. The girl clearly had an effect on Zayn. He usually was one with no attachments. Always more distant when it came to hookups. Zayn never was this encapsulated by someone's scent. 

“I might if i wasn’t so rudely interrupted,” he looked at Hazel, seeing her waiting for him to speak and he sighed, not holding his little vow of silence longer. 

“I’m seeing her again, maybe… but only after tour, she said she’s got a lot going on too” he shrugged his shoulders, looking at her as he could clearly see her sadness through the screen. Times like these made Hazel feel bad, the guilt creeping in when she saw how much harder it was for him as an omega. 

It was already hard because while he just wanted an alpha, he always found himself with girls, and he hated to get attached because by definition, she could call him whenever; she never did. But it made things more difficult when he was on tour with her and she needed him or when he had to go through promo season right now. 

“I’m sorry Zayn, really” he hated when she was like this because no matter what he wouldn't change it for the world. She always felt guilty dragging people into her messy life, not to mention how most people, even in her life, didn’t know her truly. Her best friends knew she was trans but they really never talked about it, well, let her talk about it. It had been years since she transitioned, and she still felt days when she was not enough. The fear of the public finding out, and Zayn had been there each and every time she sent a worried text, to calm her to cuddle her through her tears. He was there for her. 

“Babes, don’t be sorry, please. There is nobody else I would rather be working for than you. I knew this when I began working, and I am so glad it was you, okay. Don’t cry, I’ll come over and we can pack” 

“Who said I need your help” she loved to tease Zayn, he could always read through her and see her better than anyone else. It made her heart warm. How she could tell him she was fine yet he’d be at her house any minute, or how she told him she didn’t need him to stay the night but he did anyways. 

“I know you Hazel, please, the least you could do is let me back over after you kicked me out” she laughed, thinking about the situation once again. It was more comical in hindsight, now that she was not horny and wanting the alpha it felt easier. She told him he should come over to give her an hour and she would be ready. She also texted her friend seeing if they wanted to come over, and help her get her house ready. 

They came over just in time, the knocks on the door being right as she came down the stairs, Zayn also with the two. Taylor was right next to Zayn, the two of her favorite trustworthy people in the industry. She saw Zayn’s hand, though, saw the stacks of paper in there, making her groan, and the two laughed as they made their way into the house.

Taylor was looking, her eyes scanning the room to see what new way Hazel had decided to move things around- sue her, she gets bored- Taylor seemed impressed though. But her eyes seemed stuck on one spot, she looked over. 

“Where’s your flag” she frowned, and it must've been enough for Taylor as she came closer, not trying to overstep. The question, hearing it from her friend, had her thinking, and a sadness came to her. It had been such a great morning, and she was so deep in her routine that she barely noticed and forgot to put it up. 

“Oh, I took it down, must’ve forgotten” she shrugged her shoulders not looking at her, knowing she was going to have to admit it, the blush became evident on her cheeks.

“Now, why would you take it down?”

“She-”

“I had filming, that's all” she gave Zayn a pointed look as if to tell him to knock it off. He loved to tell her business as secretly as she was, especially since Taylor was the one to knock some reason and some sense into her when she did stupid- well, sometimes in her opinion, reasonable things. 

Taylor looked at the two nodding her head looking around again admiring the space. She hummed in approval the small but sweet smile made her feel comforted. She could also smell taylor, her scent was always interesting, no matter how many times she was around her, it took her by surprise but it settled easily. Her hands touched the couch lingering on there as she spoke to the girl. 

“So what are we here to help with” Zayn came closer now, following the two, he wasn’t looking at them as much, but a note in his hand. His face was scrunched up, she couldn’t place why. Usually, the contracts were the same, the numbers too; it was all the same. 

“What’s with the papers? Is it all good” he didn’t speak instead opting to nod his head making her a little worried so she turned her body now facing Taylor more this time. 

“I just need your help cleaning and packing. I was thinking you could help me pack, and Zayn, if you don’t mind helping me move stuff to where it was before, since you saw how it was yesterday. The last part made him smirk. He looked at her knowingly, but Taylor didn’t seem to notice, but Hazel could. His face said it all to her.

She rolled her eyes before grabbing Taylor’s hand. The two moving towards the stairs before Zayn called out to them. “Wait, you need to sign these, just look over them in the bedroom and you’ll see it there, should be 4 papers?” she nodded, taking the papers from him quickly, getting more of a whiff of his scent, and god. How did she not notice, he reeked of alpha. 

It was her turn to give it back, so she smiled, winking at him, the blush on his face evident in ways she hadn’t seen before, she pulled Taylor with her upstairs. The two getting to work quickly. 

She usually stayed in hotels, especially because this part of the tour was more flights than trains or buses, though she knew she had days off, this part of the tour would last a while, at least from what she had experienced last year. She had added more dates, naming it differently but still on brand for her.

Her fans loved it, loved to have more shows selling them out quicker than last tour it made her smile. She never thought she’d be here packing for her third tour for her third album, which she truthfully wasn’t even sure to put out. The tracklist was different, her including more vulnerable songs and the scandals that followed through with it had her surprised and yet despite what had gone down it helped her.

She was so in her head that she didn’t hear the rest of Taylor's words, nor see her; she was on the opposite side of the room gathering all her essentials and toiletries. 

“Haz” she called a bit louder than before, this time finally getting the girl's attention as she looked over at her friend. She had lace in her hand, the familiar set from when she had sent pictures ot Louis flashing in her mind. 

“Who are these for hm, maybe you should bring them on tour” her wink didn’t go unnoticed nor did her laugh after the noise, making her laugh, though the heat on her skin from how red she was had her mind spiraling.

“Nobody…okay maybe somebody, but it’s not serious, it’s casual” she knew they would 

“Yea like Chappell said” Hazel laughed it off but her head thought about the song a little to much in that moment. She’d just met the alpha and yet her head was throwing the words of it around but she trusted herself knew better than to assume, better than to think of it as anything but. They’d made a deal, he gets to pap her, all she has to do it be her pop star self. 

“It’s not like that. He’s kind and actually listens to me, and he respects me, we haven’t even…yk”

“No, I don’t know” Taylor was packing all of the cute outfits Hazel loved. She smiled seeing each one she’d worn recently. Taylor knew her, and the clothes she picked looked perfect for the time and weather; it wasn’t like she’d go out every night, but a girl’s gotta be prepared. 

“Cmon, I’m not gonna say it, I actually like him…he's..tolerable” it took her a second not to say what she really meant. “and i think we can actually be friends” her eyebrows raised, giving her that look so she stopped. Hazel then decided to turn on the music. Her body moved to the beat of the latest hits. Her friends had released good music, and even when her own songs came on, she jammed a little.

Towards the end the two finishing up they started dancing together. Taylor was getting her phone out to record them, but they both knew they couldn’t post it. The trans flags she’d put back up in her room could be visible, and god knows she doesn’t need a scandal.

Though that didn’t stop her from thinking it all over. The way her the world would never know made her sad but lately she felt more at ease, more at peace knowing that if she was going to keep it, it might be a little better if it’s forever and not a ticking time bomb of when. Though her feelings, even as she thought it made her chest hurt, she really wasn’t herself, she was now, but not later. 

“Hazel, hun. You keep zoning out on me today, you alright? We can cuddle after you sign the papers” she was sympathetic, she could see it in her, the pheromones keeping her little anxious self at bay, but she didn’t want to think about it or talk, just finish it, maybe she needed some alone time, yea, alone time. 

‘I’ll be fine, let me sign these, check on Zayn, then you can leave. I know you have stuff to do too. And before you say it, i will be okay, just need a little time” taylor sighed, the alpha clearly not satisfied with her answer but she let it go. They finished up making sure it was all good as Taylor handed her the papers. The three were easy to look over, she saw how this time it was just a little more detailed, adding in how she had to look at the new team members add on what she needed for her room. Same old same old.

After signing the papers she closed the packet of papers. Smiling, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as she found her body less tense. She had packed and Zayn was just tidying up which he definitely got done by now she only had moved a few things when louis was there. 

Just the mere thought of him had her stomach swooping but she pretended it didn’t. She found herself more happy at the thought even feeling her fingers lingering on her screen a buzzing in her head as she thought about doing it, but she told herself no. 

Making her way up and out of the chair her and taylor made their way downstairs, the two were quite quiet. So as they heard zayn speaking on the phone the two grinned, the idea clear to each other as they walked closer. Zayn was in the kitchen his phone on his ear as he was talking to someone a smal smile on his face. Hazel wanted to laugh, zayn malik, blushing his smile was evident and if she took a guess it might have to do with that alpha she knew he’d been with this morning. 

Taylor had walked in front of her, taking the lead of going behind hi. Truthfully he might have bene able to see them if he truly wanted to but he was so focused on the call that from the corner of his eye he didn’t see them. 

Taylor went to his right, Hazel to his left as they were coming from behind the counter. They both once behind him enough nodded their heads their hands going to his body as they both grabbed him a little surprise as he dropped his phone the noise he let out contrasting theirs as the two laughed at him.

Zayn quickly grabbed the phone from the floor shielding it from the two as he told them he’d call them later the panted breaths escaping their lips making Hazel feel a little bad but it was worth it. 

“You guys- you are asses” he finally got it out as he turned around hazel backing up hands in the air like she wasn’t the one who was the main reason they did this to zayn. He knew it was her which is how he chased her around the kitchen taylor getting it all on video. They were living, the moment felt better than the negative thoughts that had been making their way back into her head. 

The two kept going at it till Hazel surrendered, her body tired as she hopped onto the counter picking up the papers she had placed before they surprised zayn. He looked over it with ease his eyes not needing to do much, before he had them in his hand. 

“I have to go but i will be getting you back on tour” she hummed, playfully giggling at the thought of him trying to scare her on tour. She was not prepared but she sure would make sure to look out.

Her mind was thinking of how she could get him involved, and by him she meant louis. She didn’t even know if it would be okay but she had a feeling if she asked him to keep the camera on so she could either get Zayn on camera or her getting again. But she was going to get him involved it’d be fun. 

“Okay okay whatever” she rolled her eyes at Taylor also getting her stuff, which wasn’t much as she made her way out the door. The two left, Hazel getting them out slower than she wanted, her mind still on him. She was feeling that buzz, the energy to see his face, she didn’t have a good excuse if she was honest but that didn’t stop her from hoping on the couch opening the app as she clicked on his name.

Hazel

Ready to join the mile high club 

Louis

Who says i haven't sweetheart

Hazel

Different pet name?

I’ll take it

Louis

Your name is still pop princess to me 

Hazel

I’m sure it is :)

Is it my contact name too

Louis 

No, its pop star princess 

Hazel

Why would you make it longer 

Louis 

Why not? I can change it to bratty omega? That is more fitting 

Hazel

I’m not a brat, you just don’t know how to handle one. In your 28 years of life still surprising

Louis

Babe you’re nothing i haven’t had before

Hazel

Whatever you say, you can prove it tomorrow 

Louis

Yea? Got a couple of ideas x

Hazel

Looking forward to it xx

📸 ‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

It was finally the day, Hazel had woken up just in time her body feeling more fresh than ever, though she knew that wouldn’t last long. The light weightless as she stood up getting out of her bed seeing her bags in the corner of the room. Her blinds were still closed, and she knew it was probably super early but this was going to be a good day she made sure of it. 

Stepping out of her bed, her feet hitting the floor she felt grounded. She reached to the side tugging the blinds a little as she pulled back looking at the time. at 6am, it read, Hazel smiled proud of herself.

She started to make her bed, folding the sheets over, fluffing her pillow as she moved it to the position she wanted. She stepped back looking at it before moving to the end of her bed. Hazel adjusted the end of the pink bed sheets. Her room smelled like her, still a lingering hint of cinnamon that filled her nose as she got closer, her mind wandered. Her thoughts thinking about how he’d look, would his bed head still be prominent, would it feel good to run her hands through his hair.  

Since last night all she could think about was his proposal- well idea he’d floated around. She knew they’d be flying on a private one this time much to her dismay but she knew it’d be better she had a hard time flying lately and had been lucky that the last time she flew and met Louis she didn’t have problems. Though this time she didn’t feel like trying to wear the most baggy clothes cause it was bound to be a little warm, so she stuck to something different. 

Her hair was tousled up into a bun she grabbed the sunglass perching them on top of her head as she then grabbed the clothes off the rack from last night. She slid on the tank top with ease, getting her loose grey jacket that had the words TPWK in rainbow. It was one of her favorite pieces of merch they had made, she had more of a say on this piece hence why she wore it often. 

She pulled on the matching shorts, the soft cotton laying on her skin. She walked to the mirror seeing how it all was coming together. She loved it, she felt pretty more than usual, it might have to do with the alpha who’s been making her feel a little flutter in her stomach but she hid the thought in her mind. 

Hazel moved into the bathroom doing her skin care really quick tidying up her clothes, and checking everything else. She popped all her last minutes in her bag, and then popping the bag on her shoulders she smiled. She could feel the excitement thrumbing through her veins as she made her way downstairs. 

Looking over her apartment one more time she made her way to the car. The guards were quiet as she got in the silence was instead filled with soft tunes as she put on her AirPods. She found her body relaxing, and the air in the car had a faint smell. It was comforting, keeping her calm and reminding her of Louis. It smelled like Louis, the woodsy smell, the spice behind it as she watched the sunrise through the window, she found her fingers itching. The urge to text him, she knew he was up, he had to be, she knew he was but still her mind was trying not to come off desperate, but she didn’t care if anything she knew he liked texting her just as much as she did. 

Hazel

Still waiting for what you’re little plan is

Louis 

You’ll see, if you behave 

Hazel

Behave? Thought you liked me being a bit of a brat?

Louis

Behave and you’ll see or don’t, your fight, babe

Hazel

Mhm we’ll see ;) 

Hazel closed her phone a smile on her face, but her stomach was in knots. It was so early and she usually was not one to be horny in the morning but lately that was changing. She felt her omega preen at the thought of his attention, it scared her a little, the idea of him giving her attention, even if it wasn’t him praising her. 

The car ride went by faster after that. She found her body thrumming, filled with excitement. The warmth that filled her body was becoming more and more prominent as she found herself more and more squirmy the closer they got. She couldn’t think it was early in the morning, the way he had her like this should have made her think more of Zayn’s words, but all she could think was her body and his hands. His hands on her waist it was all she wanted. 

The car stopped abruptly, making her body nearly jolt as she looked out the window, seeing them in an area she’d never been in before. She didn’t usually do this but Taylor told it’d be fine. She knew it was going to be alright. She took a deep breath, gathering her things and going to reach for her bag but she was stopped. Instead, the guard's hands got it before she did, holding it as he told her she didn’t need. 

The door opened, the cool yet warm breeze hitting her skin as she found herself being helped out the car. She smiled seeing her favorite guards. She had requested that, if possible, they be with her on tour, the pair of guards always eager to help her. She didn’t know i,t but she had been their favorite to work with thus far, and so each time they could, they’d take it.

Her kindness always showed through how her omega instincts always kicked in. The way she had played with their kids when they didn’t have a babysitter or how she had offered to raise their pay when she learned how little they got paid. They smiled as they helped her make small talk with her as they lead her to the plane.

It’s like the nerves had gone away as she talked to them, her mind only thinking about how he was on the plane and they’d probably do something fun. She knew it was going to be fun, he so far he hadn’t shown any red flags, and so as she made her way up her she expected to be met with he smell of cinnamon. 

She was not. In fact it smelled of just a plain grassy smell. Like a fresh smell of wind passing by a pout formed on her face. He was on time the last two and as she checked her phone, she saw the time; she was here early. Earlier than him and most definitely than what people would consider normal early, she knew she was a little crazy, but with her mind spinning and running, she just wanted to be on time.

She began picking at her nails, telling herself she wouldn’t fuss. She was sure he had been told a time before, so she knew that she was being dramatic. The next minutes passed in a blur, if you asked her she couldn’t tell you much of what she did it was mostly thought after thought so as the cinnamon filed her nose her eyes found  his before her body caught up and she found the two making intense eye contact. He looked good, his hai tousled to the side a bit, his sunglasses on though she knew she didn’t need to know his eyes looked under. 

The stare was enough. The way he moves, his arms flexing, she could see more of his tattoos. His fingers wrapped around a cup of what she assumed to be coffee. She found that she was watching him for longer than she thought, as she heard him clear his throat.

It finally got her out of her thoughts and she found herself a blushing mess. The way she knew for a fact that she had been staring and had been caught made her want to crawl away but he wouldn’t let that happen. She had turned her head away but he was quicker she mustve missed him putting down his bags and coffee, as all a sudden his hands were on her, soft yet firm, as he pulled her to to face him. 

The grip had her omega preening, and she could feel her body reacting. The slick came before she realized the feeling in her stomach, making the embarrassment intense, but Louis didn't care he was still towering above her. Not by much, but seeing him look down at her, his hand on her chin, she could move, but she didn’t want to. She liked how she could feel his presence even more through the way he was holding her, but his gaze. His fingers were longer than she thought as he felt them press a little to the very tip of her throat right below her chin.

Her instincts kicked in as she felt her eyes flutter close, a little whine escape her lips and it was as she let out that noise hear his laugh. It was less of laugh it was breathy and she didn’t want to know what he had to say or how he was going to make her legs feel weak- she was sitting. 

The way she felt the slick coming more as he sat down in front of her. She was on the right side of the table in taking the left and she could feel her body getting more heated. Louis was collected at least from what she could see from the corner of her eye. 

“Ignoring me already, omega?” the sultry tone in his voice, sly, slick like water, it filled her ears; she could feel his stare. But she wasn’t going to give in, though her omega was screaming at her to talk to him, the way she wanted to just get on his lap right then and there, be in his scent bath in. 

“You’re awfully quiet for someone who was confident about getting to the mile high club,” that made her turn her head, her mouth ready to snap, and it did. She felt her lips move before she could stop it. 

“You’re awfully slow for an alpha who promised to show me his ways” she knew it was bratty, but god, if she was anything with him, it was free. Plus, if it helped her get him ways that she wanted, she knew it was going to be intense. She found her body leaning in looking at him now his shades still on. 

“I can’t show you if you ignore me babe” he popped his lips on the last on her eyes watching as the stubble surrounding his lips moved. The grey hairs just a little visible it made her a little more wet the intensity was there, but it felt less, less of him staring and his teasing. She hated it (secretly, she loved it). 

“Stop with the babe” she rolled her eyes, touching his arm as she finally heard someone close the door. They were away from most people, the mini wall in between could only do so much for her privacy but she knew she needed it this. She was sure Zayn was there but Zayn knew not to bother them, she hadn’t told him per say but when she told him on the phone before she slept, she might have mentioned him on the plane. 

She’d gotten lucky too. Her team was going to meet her at the airport they had a bit of other stuff to do before so they trust zayn when he told them that they’d fly earlier. She was truly lucky/ 

“You love it, babe” he emphasized the words, leaning in as they felt the plane move a bit. She kew they couldn’t do it while the plane took of,f that’d be idiotic, but she knew she wanted to be on him. 

“You’re a dick” she laughed but he was quicker, his breath fanning her as he moved closer before speaking slow. 

“You want it though, don’t you” Hazel felt her head moving the slight movement making his lisp brush hers and she swore if looks could kill his would. He didn’t flinch but she wanted to. She wanted to be the one to bring their lips together but he pulled away. 

She groaned Louis not seeing it but she took the opportunity. Sliding out from her seat, pushing him back a little getting his body turned more so he had space and she was on his lap. She was quick, but the pressure as she sat down had both of them grab each other. His hands on her hips holding her still clearly not expecting it as he had hers on his shoulders.

He was fit that she knew, but feeling his shoulder his arms as the plane had moved more. She could feel them taking a turn it was much they hadn’t even moved. Jsy heavy breaths her head hidden, she knew he would have something to say, but what she didn’t expect was way his hands moved up. His legs moving a little, making her move her legs were on the sides of his but he was still slightly man-spreading from the way she had maneuvered him. His hands slide to the top her shorts, the elastic stretching in his fingertips. 

“You ready darling” his accent thick as he pronounced his words, the slick she thought she could hide clearly made it’s way to his nose. A small smile on his face, and his brows raised more as Hazel had finally pulled back. She nodded her head a little, not knowing what to say back. The soothing feeling of his smooth yet calloused hand so her had her mind going hazy. 

The speakers went off, a voice making it’s way through, the voice telling them to hold on as they had stopped and were ready to take off. He was looking at her, instead of listening, at least that's what she told herself as she found her body reacting to his grip tightening as he moved them back enough, as he got them more pressed under the window. 

The plane started moving unexpectedly her body jolting a bit, but she was able to recover. She moved her hands down, engulfing him more as she buried her nose into his neck. She should have asked but he moved his head to the side his chin tilted as she buried her nose as she felt he plane start to lift. Both their grips tightened on each other as the plane moved higher and higher. 

Thoughts running, she didn’t realize she was pressing into him till he felt his hand pinch her hip just a little. She was trying not to move much after that, his hands a reminder of what was to come. The moment felt longer than she thought; her nose stuffed in his neck felt like heaven, his scent surrounding her. The chiming sound in the speakers brought her out of her daze, but he was first to speak. 

“Such a princess” his hand moved down as he whispered the words in her ear. Her body shivering as he called her it. Something about the way he said it to her, the lightness yet firm undertones as he kept her in his lap his hands moving a little below the waistband, the elastic hitting her, she released a moan. 

“Mhm” she wanted to move her hips, get a bit of friction as she could feel the way the slick was pooling in her shorts. 

“Can’t speak now? You gotta tell me what you want omega” she found her body rolling a bit, hips unintentionally as he stilled her. He was looking at her the sunglasses still on him and she rolled her eyes the annoyance evident as he spoke. 

“I will, at least let me see your eyes” she wasn’t sure why she brought it up. The thought surprising her but he shrugged at her. She took her hands off him, taking the sunglasses in her hands, tossing them to the side as she could see his eyes. The blue of his eyes was better than the sky that was painted through her view in the window. 

“Like what you see” he asked, his hands thumbing at her waist. They were soft, his hands fit perfectly, the way he was looking too licking his lips as he waited 

“Mhm but I’d like it if i could see more” she smiled, winking as her hands moved to his lower half. She had pulled back a bit, making sure to move her hands slow under his shirt, feeling the hair on his chest. But he stopped her. 

“Paintence” his hands pulling her hands from where they had made their way, the elastic of his sweatpants they snapped back but he was unaffected as he looked at her. She wined but what she didn't expect was for him to kiss her, his lips getting hers but as he pulled back he bit a little. She could smell him and the thick spice that filled her nose, her eyes rolled to her head. 

“You’re always trying to take what you want” his tongue hitting the roof of his mouth as he spoke again. “I thought you wanted me to show you. But if you don’t want that i can-” his hands moved just as her mouth did. 

“No” 

“What was that hm” his little hum at the end, a roll of her eyes, a pinch to her body once again. He found himself, looking her seeing how shy she got. She loved to snap but she still went pilant, she just wanted him, she’d take what she could get. 

“...no,” she finally got the words, the way her body finally relaxed a bit as he had slipped his hands over her, his hands cupping the soft skin, still covered by a pastel pink he couldn’t see. 

“So you’re going to take what i give you, isn’t that right” she hesitated before she felt it a slight hit, the sting as she felt it make it’s way through her body. She knew her body and the warmth and wetness was thrilling. 

“Verbal responses, cmon,” he was coaxing her. She nodded, finally giving in to it before she realized her mistake. The words stumbling out before she could take it back. 

“Yes, daddy- I-”

“Don’t take it back now” she didn’t need to look to see the smirk on his face but she did and she may have been flushed but he was anything but. He looked smug the intensity of scent, the thickness of it, she felt dizzy but thats how she knew, she bit her lip. 

“Okay, daddy show me then” it was a quick switch in theory, yet her skin burned as he moved her off his lap her omega whining and the noise she let out sharp, she prayed Zayn didn’t hear her. He got her on the floor, helping her on her knees as he moved to the edge of the seat, his hands gripping the waistband of them before he slipped them lower. His shirt was on, but she didn’t care her focus on her on the way she could see his hard on. 

The material slipped lower and lower till she saw it. His boxers cover it but still she could see the outline and i did not disappoint. The outline has her mouth watering, and her slick coming more and more. The mix of their scents had her eyes rolling her mouth still watering. 

She looked back up at him, his eyes on her as she stayed put. He hadn’t told her to move so she watched as she moved his fingers to the top peeling them off, normally she would have found it boring hated the way men took so long with stripping but this was better. 

She could see the intensity of his veins the blue purple veins as his fingertips flex his hands moving it so she could see the rise of his chest she didn’t know why but she felt her eyes glued to the hairs. His happy trial going further and further till they were all the way down. His cock hit her eyes and she felt she felt the drool in her mouth hit he floor where she was sure a pile of slick was from how turned on she was. 

It still didn’t feel the same how it did when she first saw it. The pink tip, as it was laying on upright, she could see the way it leaned to her right his left the intensity of his scent hitting her as she could smell it. The cinnamon with small hints of other scents had her dizzy. Her body was buzzing, the energy she felt to please him, she could see the veins on the side the precum coming out quicker than she thought. She wanted to move. 

“You’re so easy, all it took was me getting my cock out and you’re wet. I can see it on the floor” his eyes traveled lower but his hands moved to his cock. He held it not moving, just holding it with purpose, not tight enough to bring him pleasure but enough for him to feel it and for her to wish she could be replacing the hand. 

“C’mon” he beckoned her over she wasn’t far but she was on all fours as she moved. Her knees  burning a little as she found herself moving in between the space her face right in front of him. If she moved her body forward she could get it in her mouth but she waited his eyes watching carefully. 

“You know what, do it princess,” she took him in her mouth, the warmth of her mouth and the tightness as she hollowed her cheeks, trying to take him further in her mouth. The salty precum in her mouth was intense made her face almost turn sour in a way but she ignored it. 

She didn’t get all of him, her hands coming to hold him as she moved back off. She was sucking, trying to move up and down but givign attention to each part of him. She’d hollow her cheeks going up to the top, getting to the head where she dug her tongue in the slit his hands came to her head. 

She knew he’d grip eventually, so she continued, her hands on him giving him a bit of pressure as she popped off, licking the side vein as he curved towards her mouth. She smiled. Kissing his cock as he groaned when she went back to putting pressure on the pink head. 

Her lips were obscene as he looked down. She was still on her knees, leaning over, her elbows giving her some help yet that was digging in too. The material of the chairs was a  faux leather but that didn't matter her pain was gone as she was watching him. 

“Your lips look so good on me babe” she took him back, going all the way down as she breathed through her nose, her eyes looking back up at him as she hummed around him. His hand sflew to her hair, gripping the roots firm as he bucked hips into her mouth. 

The saliva piled in her mouth as she moved up a little, then back again. Hollowing her cheeks seemed to the trick as he bucked his hips more, his legs tightening around her, forcing her deeper her eyes watering a little bit. The heaviness in her throat was a lot but she didn’t mind loved how he began to take control. 

Holding her down as she hummed occasionally, her body shivering each time, and the slick coming from her hole. She found her pussy clenching the way her body kept taking it, her head in his control as she kept breathing through her nose.

He kept going till she started to cough a little, well, tried to as he finally let her go, the saliva dripping from her lips. He was looking at her, his fingers quick to push the drool back into her mouth, and she let him. His thumbs were smearing it on her lips, pressing on her puffy, red lips. 

“You’re gonna make me cum” he winked, she went to open her mouth before she could though his fingers specifically her favorites the two and eight pressed on her tongue. She was tuck looking at him as he scaled her over. It made her squirm more, the slick was still making its way through the shorts, she thanked the gods she had extra clothes in her bag. 

“I think since you’ve been good so far you can cum? But you still have to keep your panties on, deal?” eager she started to get up before he gagged her more the intense tears in her eyes coming quick. 

“I didn’t even say you could move.” he pulled out his fingers, watching as she stopped coughing more but mumbling an apology to him. He didn’t even bother acknowledging it, just started taking off his shirt finally. She watched him, seeing each of his tattoos revealed more and still like the first time and she was still obsessed. 

“Come up here love” he patted his hips cock still out and she obeyed, moving her self over him. She didn’t move her knees on both sides of him, as she stood, he pulled her shorts, the material falling with ease, but not all the way. He tapped her hip, she moved her legs a little, awkward giggles later, getting them off. Then he pulled her down.

Hazel could feel him under her, thick, heavy, the weight of it against her, she felt her stomach clench and slick start to drip down her thighs. His eyes following, as he looked in between seeing the sweet clear liquid. It always amazed him how she could be like this, her body made for him, like this. She felt a blush creep up as she waited for him to speak.

He could see she was waiting, which is why he waited. His hands lingering on the now pink panties, he could see holding her waist, pressed softly, Louis could see the way her laurels peaked, through a little of the shirt covering the rest of her, but she was pretty. He stopped after she had squirmed a bit more, leaning into her ear as he spoke. 

“Ride me how you would” she stopped, looking at him confused. he shrugged his shoulder, hand off her as he gave her the stage.

“if you don’t start i won’t let you cum at all” her hips snapped, trying to make it work. She’d never done it like this. He was so close. She could feel him twitch beneath her as he moved, her body having some rhythm as she moved back and forth, the friction felt good. 

She wasn’t thinking about him as she moved. Trying to find the best angles that felt right as he used her knees to stabilize her. Louis was moaning as she was, though his were more of groans and hers higher pitched. It was like they were puzzle pieces, her body getting the right angles, moving up and down, but mostly back and forth.

She’d used her hands to hold his cock as she moved. When she’d tighten her legs, Louis rolled his eyes. His mind was going hazy. They were in their own world, the sweat lingering on their foreheads as they both got more intense. 

Hazel doesn’t know how it happened, but they had begun kissing. She didn’t notice how much better it had been. The way his lips meshed with hers. The way her body felt complete, his tongue opening her up as they got closer. Hazel felt like she could breathe him in all day, his body was hers, and hers is. 

They were getting closer to the edge, she felt like the walls were coming down as they kissed less and more pants in her mouth. The tightness in her stomach was getting higher, her body forcing itself closer, Louis was close too. He could feel it building, and the two’s scent, her slick getting them messy as she rubbed more and more. Louis had moved his hips more, getting the friction and pressure on the head of his cock. 

“You close?” he asked in panted breaths her breathing raged as she let out a yes, as he instead used that to hold her down more moving her body back and forth. Hazel felt it coming the coils in her stomach building up, the way she felt her vision going blurry, she tried her bes,t hoping the words came out right. 

“Cl- clo- close” her sweet vanilla scent filled his nose and kept going. Louis felt hazel’s hands tighten on him and thats when he knew, as she started to cum, her body still moving riding out the high as the white clouded her vision his body tensed his cum painting her thighs in white. 

Their bodies came off the high as Louis carried her, picking her up as he went to the bathroom, which was bigger than he thought. He got a warm rag trying ot clean them up before they both passed out, the warmth kept Hazel up. Her mind was still going, just thoughts of how she wanted his cuddle, she repeated the words, and he smiled. He finally got them cleaned up, though he forced her to change her own clothes, not wanting to put on the wrong stuff. 

Hazel was quick while Louis got himself settled and got some of the pillows from the other side of the room. Once she came back, she settled into her arms, something feeling more intense as their scents mixed, her body curled into his as they fell asleep. And if Zayn was the one to find them and snap a picture, nobody had to know. 

📸 ‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

A couple of days later 

They finally got out the car, the wind hitting her skirt that she chosen, been forced to choose after their little endeavor of Louis cum staining her skirt. It was hot in the moment, but now she was regretting it a bit more as this skirt wasn’t her favorite. 

The plaid color looked good on her, the plaid made her feel sophisticated in a way, but in turn she also knew the length of this skirt always made her stylist fret. she worn it a couple of times despite her old stylist telling her that she wasn’t a regular girl anymore she needed to change up her wadrobe. 

But Ayana was new; she had briefly met her, from what she gathered from Zayn. But she couldn’t quite place her finger on it, whether or not she was gentle with her words and accommodating, or if she would be as brutal as her last one. The girl was nice, sweet in a way, but her underlying bitter tone and the way her scent turned sour with ease made her head hurt multiple times; the throbbing ache usually persisted until she gave in to what Layla (the old stylist) wanted. She promised herself, thoug,h that this would be fine, that this wouldn’t be so ba,d plus Zayn vouched for her. He never did. 

As Hazel walked into the building, she could feel the eyes on her. She prayed that the skin-tone leggings underneath would be good enough, not distract too much, and cover enough in case this skirt didn’t cover all she needed. 

Louis was behind her; she could feel the camera on her, and this time she felt more relaxed. He’d still been filming on the tour bus, the endless small clips he took of her in her natural state, as she was makeup-free. Or how she just got out of bed, or them playing silly games as they got to the first hotel.

Now he was filming her, his smile evident from the back of the camera, though she couldn’t see it, Zayn could. Could see the way he was smiling, his scent a bit noticeable in the air, even Hazel’s pupils dilated as she noticed it following her manager. The room was nice, more like the walls that she was seeing, the decorations on it, the brown on some walls, then contrasted with white and brown wallpaper. Her eyes lingered on the walls, she got a little giddy. This was the first interview, and she knew this would set up how the rest of the tour went. The vanilla scent had a sweet tinge to it, the way it filled Louis’ nose as he was faltered with the camera. 

Zayn laughed, the noise making Hazel turn, his head looking over as he watched Zayn tease Louis, hitting his shoulder a little. Hazel smiled at the camera, throwing a little wink at him as Louis softened. He was soft right now, but god knew what he’d have to say at the hotel, depending on what happened, she knew. Louis being next to her was both good and bad for her. Hazel knew she didn’t have to resist; they made a deal after all, but with the way things have been moving, she feared he might trigger her rut. 

She turned around, walking and making sure to emphasize her hips as she giggled, scrolling on her phone as they finally made their way to the room. As she saw the bright lights, she could feel the slight jump in her hear. She stopped looking at the door as they finally got there. 

The way her hands started to pick at her skin as she stood there for a few seconds, feeling the hairs on her arms raised, she was in her head. His hands touched her skin with a warmth to them that she could only describe as comforting, soothing the ache that would’ve formed in her head from overthinking. Her manager was in front of her in the room already, so she couldn’t see the interaction, but she just knew Zayn saw it; she could feel her omega preening at him. 

She wanted to be impaled with his scent, the urge to scent him or vice versa was strong, yet he pulled away his hand quicker than she thought before his words got to her head. The gentle hand on her waist, too, as he somewhat guided her to the room. 

“You read,y pop star?” the nickname making the redness creep up on her face as she finally nodded her head. From the corner of her eye she could see the smirk on Zayn’s face, walking in she was met with something more refreshing, like a fresh garden scent in the room, it was nice, the standard room but it still felt a little homey with couches of tan complexions and hints of garden like aspects in the room. Plants on some edges of windows and the decorations felt like her house, the mini garden she had. The tension in her shoulders subsided as she walked further into meet the stylist. She presumed. 

The girl was beautiful, clearly an alpha too, the way she could feel it from her presence, it was almost overbearing, had her wanting to cower away, yet she was more intrigued. The girl came up to her, the long caramel and blonde braids swinging just a little, but they framed her face well. Her smile was bright, her teeth like pearls on display, and her face was to die for. At the rate she was staring, she knew the girl would notice, but who cared? 

She had a mix of femininity in her face and androgyny in some ways, her sharp cheekbones, yet when she smiled at her slight crinkles under her eyes, the blush she was wearing was so perfect for her, a baby doll pink, it made sense, she was everything she wanted to be. Her posture, her scent too, which she finally got a whiff of it, it was a nice, like a perfect mix of woody and warm. It was clear she was trying to hide it a bit, fair, for being in the industry, people try their best not to have their scents too heavy, but now she was standing, staring at this girl, she-

“Hi, Hazel, right? I’m Ayana, you’re new stylist,” she held out her hand. Hazel finally looked down at it instead of the pretty face in front of her, and she grabbed her hand, hesitant but gently. Ayana was firm, though, her calloused hands met hers, and she could feel her omega peaking interest. 

She scolded herself in her head, this was not the right time to be thinking about this gir,l who is her new stylist who is still waiting for her to respond. 

“Y- yea. Sorry it's been a hectic morning” the hiccup in her words, and the cough she let out, made the blush on her face more evident, though it seemed Ayana ignored it, and instead helped guide her to the chair as she murmured some words to Hazel that she didn’t quite catch. Her hand ghosted her waist, and the lack of warmth, even from how close the girl was, reminded her of him. His hands were warmer, and with the nerves in her stomach, it’d be nice to have his hands grounding her. She wanted to feel his hands running through her hair, the tattoos on his arms, she wanted to feel him. 

“Don’t worry too much about what we’re going to do today, I’m here for you. Whatever you want, as long as it’s within in reason” she laughed patting the chair while making eye contact with Hazel through the mirror, her brown eyes more prominent. “I’ll do it but since it’s the first time we’re working together i thought it’d be easier if i showed you what i have and you can decide if you want to use it though…. I do like the skirt, a little too much if i’m honest” she winked at the girl. 

If looks could kill, it’d be right then, she felt like melting. Ayana was so nice, and her calm tone and presence and mix of laughter too she couldn’t tell what she was feeling. She had this energy that she couldn’t place her finger on the way she was so effortlessly pretty and held herself, unlike Hazel, who felt like a giraffe in her body. 

Hazel knew she’d grow out of it…at least that's what she had been told. She knew her omega would be fine when she transitioned it was a little bit odd at times but she also knew that she was so much happier, today just had her head spinning. A new place full of new people, new scents it was all a bit much but she eas grateful because at least this time she had a distraction (or person) who could help her get these things off her mind. 

“We can try that” her words were a little muffled but as she nodded her head, Ayana left for a second, telling her she’d be right back as she went to get the clothes. She came back with good timing, the rack of clothes quite small for what Hazel thought, but it was easier to navigate as she stood up, her hands brushing the fabric. Behind the rack, she could see Zayn and Louis. Louis had the camera out again, but she couldn’t quite tell whether or not he was filming, but she assumed he was. Hazel peeked her head through the clothes, sticking her tongue out as the two on the couches laughed. 

She went back to looking. Ayana was silent, watching the omega look through, she could see the way his brain was working, how she’d pull one of the tops to see if it matched the skirt, the way her hands felt all over the shirt from the inside out. Hazel's eyes kept sticking to one, the see-through soft material felt light in her hands, the way feather-like feel and the mini holes littered on the material. She knew it was what she wanted, but it wasn’t till Ayana spoke that she picked it up. 

“I think that’d be cute” her suggestion didn’t go unnoticed as Zayn chimed in too, his words mixed with hers, so she picked it up, moving back as Ayana then moved the rack back over to the back of the room. Hazel there too, she didn’t know what to do, so she stood there waiting, like she hadn’t done it before, her mind too occupied, the coffee smell was thick, like coffee beans were right in front of her, she wanted to be with him, be in his space. 

“Okay so, so I have a crop top you can wear under it, I’ll have you put it on, then the jersey. Then we can do some light makeup since we don’t have as much time. Her hands moved Hazel following them and her words, she felt more out of it now, she wasn’t sure why, but it was all making her head a little dizzy. 

“Okay, I’ll be back,” she got the crop top, taking it with her as she walked out, going to the bathroom to do a quick change. It was pretty easy to get the crop top on. It hugging her just right, she felt a little bit better when she looked in the mirror, her curls framing her face the way she liked, the shirt looked good, the blue and white making a good contrast to her skin, and she looked over at it, the skirt too, it matched nearly just right. 

She looked over her shoulder, changing the angle as she looked back, checking to see the numbers on her back, her last name on the top too. It worked just right, and she could smell the update accounts knew how they’d go crazy, the fans too. This album, she’s gone out of her way to be more open, she knew her management wasn’t as much for it, but the way the general public received it, the PR went insane, they let her. So here she was with a jersey on that she knew would definitely be mentioned in the questions. Hazel picked up her phone, snapping a couple of quick pictures she knew she would use for her dump for this date of the tour, puckering her lips, changing angles as she got each picture. 

Once she finished, she walked back, a little smile noticeable on her face as she made her way back into the room. Ayana, Zayn, and Louis smiled, seeing her look a bit more comfortable as she walked in. Her eyes had a little more sparkle to them now, and she got to the chair with a bit more spring in her energy as she sat. 

“I’m ready when you are, feel free to do what you think is best” Louis wanted to groan as she saw the back of the shirt on her, the way it laid on her back, her hair down and in front showing off the two letters on her back. Louis knew she did it on purpose. he’d gotten an idea of who she was, at least image-wise, she was good at it. Good at keeping up the image, brilliant even at making sure the public knew who she was. So as he saw the 69 on her back, he smiled, but also couldn’t help but picture it, see the way she was laid out, how pretty the omega would look, her smell, the vanilla that he couldn’t get enough of. 

Louis was staring, and it was clear Hazel knew as she looked at him through the mirror, raising her eyebrows a bit as Ayana was prepping the products. The moment was quick but he could see her shift, her posture change as she changed her chair Ayana finally beginning to do her makeup.

Hazel let Ayana do her thing let her guide the brushes over her face, her hand also going on her face too, still they couldn’t compare to Louis. She couldn’t see his hands at the moment, Ayana having her close her eyes to do a quick natural eye look. Hazel took the opportunity to picture his hands, the way he careses her hair, the way he makes her feel better when he grounds her, the way it was more than his hands but his scent, his words, but his hands on her body touching her in the right places. 

His hands were like heaven, it was like they were meant for her waist, her thighs, her face, her hair. His hands had a way of making her stomach drop, a mix of bubbles and tingling sensations that gave her more adrenaline than not. It was an experience each time, the way he could get her, his alpha was intertwined with her omega, she knew in the back of her mind, but she wouldn’t admit it. 

Ayana was quick to ruin her dreams as she finished with ease. Hazel looked in the mini mirror she showed her. She looked good, the pink tones worked well with the natural blush she had. The pink was babydoll pink, the shadow was the same pink mixed with a little brown on the outside. But what made it stand out was the blue shimmer in the corners of her eye. The green of her eyes looked perfect, the way it worked so well, it reminded her of Louis’ eyes, but she shut those thoughts down as she turned to her stylist. 

“This looks so beautiful, thank you.” Hazel’s smile shouldn’t have been so enticing, alluring to everyone, but she was so genuine. The way she had grabbed Ayana’s hand, the action taking the girl by surprise, but it was sweet, the way it made the alpha blush was instant. It was clear Ayana wasn’t used to receiving compliments. 

“You’re welcome, love, we still have to do the lips if that’s alright, or you could do it”

“No, you can. Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll look perfect” the words made their way to Ayana, she then got to work quickly. She started pulling out the rest of her products she needed. Trying to match the colors to her skin, making sure what would work by comparing it to her skin. 

She instructed Hazel getting it done with ease, the timing of it, surprising her in comparison, where her last stylist wouldn’t even do it right, to a point where she just wiped it off, doing her lips herself. But this time Hazel, she liked it; the reddish magenta color worked wonders for her lips. It was matte lipstick clearly, but as he watched her apply the clear gloss, she saw it come together and she loved it. She couldn’t say much yet till she was done, as someone came in the room telling them they had to be on in less than 15, so she knew she really had 5 more minutes. 

As soon as she applied all the powder, dusting off the baking powder, setting it in with the spray too, she helped her up, checking over her clothin,g making sure it looked right. Hazel turned to the mirror, making sure to help Ayana out before getting ready to leave the room. 

As she checked over her hair, finally taking in her appearance, she made her way out of the room, a chorus of good lucks being said as she walked out and met with one of the workers. They complimented her, making conversation, asking what she was going to do while in the city. Hazel explained what she planned to do,and how she had seen a little bit of the city. She left out the parts where she made out in secret corners of the area, being pulled in by the alpha. He was so gentle with her, yet when they got back later, she remembered how he switched, the way he used her, just the way she liked to be.

The worker seemed so interested, letting her ramble on till they got to the stage, but right before she went on, the worker stopped her. His hand coming over to her before he spoke lowly. His voice was barely noticeable to the people around, but if you listened close enough, you could hear it. 

“Be careful with him, he’s a little…” the uncertainty of his voice and the lack of ending in his sentence made her stomach drop when she saw him. She knew who he was, Ryan, he was known to treat women differently than their male celebrities, his tone not only shifting with men but especially with omegas. Hazel regretted not checking the schedule as thoroughly, now seeing who it was, wondering why in the world her management would do this to her. She sighed. She knew them, knew what they wanted because, as they loved to tell her press is press, good or bad. Rolling her eyes, she nodded at the person as she murmured a thanks taking note of their name so she could see about getting them something. She walked more behind the stage making her way up the stairs as they told her he was ready.

Hazel could feel the silence in the air, even if music was playing the stillness in the air, and the way her heart was beating a little faster. As she made her way up there, she realized they hadn’t given her a heads up. None of the questions, not one, and with this, she knew something was bound to go wrong. 

Sitting down, she felt a little more at ease, the small chair was comfy, cushioning her as she sat down, not bothering to look at Ryan before she had to. Getting comfy, Hazel adjusted herself, crossing her legs as she could feel his gaze on her, she knew how men like him thought, and it made her a little uncomfortable as she was trying to make sure the shirt was longer now. 

She took a breath, trying to look as subtle as possible, as she looked up at Ryan, his green eyes looking at hers, the direct contact making her squirm a little. He wasn’t bad looking, his blond brown hair was a little thin in areas, but it layed in a way you could barely notice. If he wasn’t known for being disrespectful to female artists and was loudly against omegas in the industry, she might have been more okay being interviewed by him. 

She was polite, she could see her management’s words if things went south, so she might as well try. Hazel offered her hand, trying to be polit,e but she didn’t know why she bothered when he looked at her hand, not making a noise or soun,d but turning in his seat, facing more towards the camera. 

Great. 

He didn’t bother to warn her, just started speaking before she was ready her playing off by smiling at the camera, and moving her body like it was natural. She didn’t feel bad yet, his introduction was simple, nice as she called her an uprising star, complementing that she was one of the biggest upcoming girls. His next words made her mind change as he spoke, “She also is an omega , a rare one in the industry, so stay tuned as we dive into this”. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, she then began to speak after he asked her to introduce herself. 

“Hi, I’m Hazel Styles. My latest album, Hazel’s House, is out now. I’m also on tour, which you can all find on my website, Hazelstyles.com! Hope to see you all on tour, and if not, I hope you enjoy this interview” her smile made its way to the camera, Ryan nodding his head ,a smile finally on his face as she looked over. 

It was a little less unsettling, but she still couldn’t prepare for anything he would say. His smile fully met his eyes, but it was like something was missing as he spoke. 

“Thank you so much for being on here, we appreciate you taking your time today, but I must say we have a lot to cover. So, can we start with the cover? I mean, giving us a full back shot?” the punch of the words right off the bat shouldn’t have surprised her, but god did it throw her off. She knew what he meant, knew he was referring to how she had been criticized heavily for how she’d gone from fully covered in fine line to now her back exposed in denim. The kiss on her back made its way onto the screen behind them,andt she didn’t see a blush forming as she hid away. 

When she looked up, again seeing him pointing at it, a smirk on his face, his nose twitched a little. She knew it was inevitable for her scent to change, the man was already making her feel off, her omega wanting Louis to be out here, but she knew he’d stay in there. So she tried her best to approach the question. 

“You know, I think a back shot is a fun way of putting it. I think all of us girls like a little back shot, wouldn’t you say, Ryan” she winked, trying to play it off, hoping that with the minimum music in the background,, it’d make up for it. His face was priceless,, a little cough coming through as he took her little sass. 

“Well, girls and boys, you heard it here, Hazel likes backshots. Surprised your management let you say that.” he was obviously trying to say something, and god forbid she did a cover with skin. She had fun with this album anyways so she tried to keep it simple.

“Well,l I am my own artist, so I can speak freely, sometimes” she whispered the last prr 

“Still, thoug,h as an omega pop st,ar they’re must be somewhere you draw the line. Kids are your fans too”

“Who said my music is for kids?” she snapped back, the comment coming out more in a growl than she meant. She knew they would cut it out, she wasn’t even 5 minutes in, and he’s already saying what he press says. 

God. Where’s a good interviewer?

“I just think we should address it. The world does want to know why you went from heartbreak songs to songs about…” he slowed down, looking at the camera, her eyes following too, seeing one of her managers. She knew they couldn’t be happy about her little outburst knew they’d probably make her apologize. 

“About? More mature topics-” she rolled her eyes as he spoke, cutting her off as she uncrossed her legs more leaned back ready to hear what he has to say. 

“I’d say explicit.” his tone was sharper, his body more tense and upright. She could see he was annoyed, his nostrils looking more flared, and though she couldn’t smell him much, she was sure it would not be pleasant. 

“Okay, let's say explicit. I think that, omega or not girl or not, it is important to see that this record for me was about fun elements, word play, mature or not. And- and…explicit topics weren’t the only thing I describe here, I think that the public and headlines just choose to focus on that”

“You started off on X Factor, kids follow you to this day. People just want to know if this is who we will see more of this tour,” he was referring to her lace sets. She had known it would be a big deal choosing to do more lingerie instead of the mix of femininity and masculinity she’d gone for the last time. But the way he spoke of it just made her skin crawl. 

“I am the same girl who was on X Factor. I have grown and matured. I’m 22 and I have been through a thing or two that I think we all eventually get to, and I felt like making one or two songs about it. That’s it. As an omega pop star,Ii think it’s not fair for the world to expect me at 16 to make music the same way I do at 22. I also have never said that my music is for kids, and I do hope that people are more aware of what they let their kids listen to. I am not the best role model, I know that, I try to, but I am not perfect,” she finished her letting out a deep breath as Ryan was silent in front of her. 

He was definitely taking in what she said, but she knew better. He never let up, he might not respond, but he sure has a way of messing 

“I think the public is aware of your imperfections, Ms.Styles. Now let’s get to who- or should I say what these are about. We all know that you had a recent fling with someone in the public eye. There have been many things said about why, but this record does it detail that fling perhaps?” he was good with his word, she could give him that. She thought about how she wanted to answer before speaking, though she still didn’t like her answer. 

“I think that we all write from personal experience, and I also think I like to leave my songs up to the public to interpret. I used to like telling more, but I like seeing the theories when I lurk, if I’m honest” she was trying ot play it simple, keep her cool but she knew what he was doing, his game was crystal clear to her. 

“I think we all know what that means. How do you feel being the face of omegas in the industry, I’m sure it can be a lot” the question seemed genuine at first. His words making her emotional a little as she thought about how the world somewhat sees her. They don’t know how much it means, but she’d take it, though she knows it's only him trying to bring up her gender again. 

“I am extremely grateful that people believe in me, and see me as the face. I can’t even lie, I never thought I’d be given a chance, but it's so much better to see people are willing to see that omegas deserve the same opportunities. Truly, andIi honestly can’t thank my fans enough for pushing me and supporting me through all of this,” she blew a kiss at the camera, hoping her fans would find the gesture sweet. They usually did, she loved the gifs and edits they used of her. 

He looked pleased with her answer, but she watched as he checked a paper on the other side of him, which she couldn’t see. He had to be pissed she could see how he was looking at the questions. She’d become more compose,d could feel herself relaxing, but then he turned around, making sure to pick up the paper, looking at her as he spoke. 

“In an interview someone, no names of course, said you write a lot about sex songs for someone who doesn’t go all the-” her body carried her before she could speak, yell or scream she just got up, quicker than before her own feet nearly taking her out, her own bambi legs carrying her as fast as she can. 

She wasn’t sure where she went, but she knew she made it somewhere safe. The room was quiet, though from a little distance she could hear the people calling out for he,r but she didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want Zayn to speak to tell her how sorry he is and that it’s not true. She didn’t want to face her tea,m she knew that no matter what the situatio,n they wouldn’t tolerate her walking out. 

The last time she did, and she stood up for herself she learned, they made sure the tabloids were on her more than ever had her doing exactly what they wanted because in their words, “she owed them”. Her heart was racing, her head hurting a little as she continued to hear the rustling noises in and voices in the hall. Hazel knew she wasn’t far, so she was trying her best not to cry, trying to hold it in as she could feel he heaviness in her eyelids, ready to cry.

She hated crying, hated how lately it never felt like enough. Her mom always told her it was better that way, yet all she felt afterwards was dread, a weighted feeling of regret. The way she felt after being vulnerable even with nobody there beside her. It was a never-ending cycle, and yet all she still wanted to do in the moment was cry, release her tears, and wallow in self-pity. 

She found her hands shaking more than not, letting her thoughts run wild as she began to start the bad habits again. Her hands went to the back of her head, the curls in her head, but the baby hairs were familiar, the weight of it on her fingertips. She began to twirl it, her eyes on the floor, as her hands twitched more, but she played with her hands. It was soothing in a way. 

Hazel could feel it, the slight pain, the throbbing as she tugged more and more. Pulling her hand back as she let the small brown curls fall, she whimpered. The small noise took her by surprise as she watched the brown come and leave her eyesight. Her mind was blank now. The thoughts that were racing just stopped, and she felt paralyzed, just in routine. 

Her hands were shaking and all she could so was back herself more into a corner, the stillness fo the air was palpable. Hazel’s omega was calling out to her, wanting comfort, wanting his scent, but her mouth felt dry. The scratchy itch in her throat, though she wanted to call out, but her mind was blank, her thoughts not correlating. 

She felt light, feathery, her arms tingling more and more as she sat still twirling her hair, her chest hurt, her head was dizzy, she in all honesty could feel more peace if she slept, if she let herself go. So as she started to close her eyes, the sensations of her wolf were still alert, but she found herself relaxing. 

The voices were louder the more her eyes closed, and somehow she found herself thinking it was all her dreaming. Till the door opened, the loud noise made her startled, a mix of a groan and a whimper as she turned away from the door. She was sitting across the room, and while she couldn’t see their presence, she could feel it and smell them too. The thick scent of cinnamon it was warm, comforting, and she found herself blindly seeking it out. Her eyes were closed, his hands touching her softly, as he caressed her arm. 

Louis was holding her, Zayn behind him, as he watched the way louis was gentle, his alpha wanted more could feel her on the verge of dropping, but he couldn’t have that. The way she was more pliant in his arms made his alpha go feral, but he knew better. She was vulnerable, so he beckoned Zayn over to help him, but Hazel pushed Zayn away as she could smell him from a mile away. 

“Just want Lou,” her hushed voice making Louis turn to Zayn in panic. Their management had no idea of what was going on, they’d used plenty of excuses to tell them and explain away why he was with them for the past two days, but now she was asking for him.

Zayn trusted him more than he should his omega was just telling him that it was going to be okay, Louis hadn’t done anything unusual, in fact hazel chattering away to Zayn about their hangouts and how he was not only a good fuck buddy but like able made it easy for him to push louis more into Hazel. 

“It’ll be fine. You help her me and Ayana will find a way to get management off her back so you can get to the hotel room, just try to keep her awake,yeaha. His voice wavered a little, he was still a bit scared. They were in a new city, not close to hom,e and with what Ryan had sa,id Zayn knew she was going to have to say something. But the least he could do was protect her, so he made sure Louis was good before leaving the two to find Ayana. 

As Zayn and Ayana were distracting management, Louis finally managed to get a better angle to help her up. Her body was weak, the angle he was at, though, now gave her back full support as she tried to get her to stand, to her full dismay, she did. Like a giraffe learning how to walk, she was up but frail. Her legs felt odd, heavy, yet barley there as she held onto Louis, her eyes now open, meeting his. His face was soft, the little smile he gave her like an emoji, he was handling this perfectly. 

“Just keep standing. Okay, omega. The feeling will come back, then we can walk to the car, and get out” he held her tighter, pulling her more towards his body, guiding her hands into his as he held them tight enough to keep her from falling, but not too much to shock her. 

Hazel’s mind was still processing. Still trying to comprehend his hands on her, and the way his hands felt in hers, she was trying to think of the anxiety techniques she’d been taught. But all she could focus on was the alpha in front of her. The spicy tinge making her head spin, but it was inviting inticing to her omega who wanted to bury her nose into his neck and feel his pheromones on her right then and there. 

Louis had been releasing some, it coming to her, but she barely noticed, too focused on following the alpha’s instructions. The one who was standing in front of her looked like a dream- one she was going to wake up from soon. He was so gentle with her, it hur,t and yet in this moment she didn’t want to let go so she held on. Even as he got her to move a bit, stepping back as she moved forward, his steps were careful and calculated and she found herself smiling a bit seeing him praise her. 

“You’re doing good, love. Just a couple of more and then we’ll be out of here” his voice was nothing compared to his eyes that were staring at her, and the intensity in them that made her feel like she was meant to be something. Like maybe she was more than this pop princess he was making out with in hidden corners of the streets, she was more. 

“ ‘m tired” she went to rub her eyes, the sleepiness still in her, but she was able to stand more with only one of his hands. Though she did miss the heat that left her body as the cold air hit her skin, the hairs on her arm raised instantly at the loss of alpha heat on her skin. 

“C’mon were almost there” he was guiding her with his hands in hers, but as they got to the door, he made a quick swivel of his head, checking to see who was in sight. Zayn was there, a sigh of relief escaped him as he looked at Hazel her confusion evident but she didn’t question it, she just knew to trust him, his scent was blinding her in a way but she didn’t care. She let him take her out of the room, his hands dropping hers, but replacing them on her waist as he pulled her more to his left side. His arm wrapped around her body, like a cushion, the instant relief she felt as they finally go to the back of the building opposite where they’d come in. 

Nobody was there, maybe someone saw them as they walked back but he knew it was going to be good. Zayn had good excuses, he was her assistant, so he trusted him as he checked his phone, seeing a text telling him security was there and he should be all good. The lack of noise as they got closer to the door scared him, but it’s like security knew because they then opened the door as she nearly stumbled, the guards opening the door as he helped her up. 

Hazel was more awake. While the girl was not ready to face it she sure did when she had to step down the stairs, the moment the air hit her, the concrete was a harsh reality for her feet. Louis was there, making sure she got down the steps, guiding her to the car as security watched. If they all thought something they didn’t anything as the two got in the car, being taken back straight away.

📸 ‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

They’d finally gotten back, the car ride was simple, their bodies intertwined as Louis let Hazel scent him, but with consciousness, he made sure he got her consent, though he was the one she was scenting. He let her scent him, the overwhelming smell of her took him over, he felt marked by her, and she in turn, had him do the same. The entire back of the car had to smell like a mix of them, the vanilla and cinnamon with a hint of fresh strawberries surrounding them. It was something they could bathe- burn in it, they were truly honest. 

Hazel had also mouthed at his neck the clear possessive nature of her omega, taking hold as he let her do what she needed. He just wanted her to be okay. His alpha was still on him, telling him how he needed to mark her claim her, but he knew it wasn’t right, so even when he scented her, he tried his best to give her space. Though she was reluctant, pushing his hands further and further, having no bounds even when he reminded her of how the drivers were in front. 

He let her. Louis let her do it till they got to the hotel, the car stopping, making the two move into each other. Hazel taking the opportunity to keep herself more attached to him. Her head was a bit clearer, but the haze was still there; she just wanted him closer. Her head was chanting the same few words. 

Alpha Alpha Alpha Alpha Alpha Alpha

Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis

Hazel wanted him, she wasn’t sure how, but her mind was saying she needed to know he was hers. She wanted to make sure she had the alpha to herself, so as they finally got out of the doors, her security made sure to help her take the back way they explained when they first got there. They were quick with ease, getting through security checking with Louis as she tugged his hand, pulling him away as he told them he’d make sure they were okay. 

She almost made them take the stairs, her new eagerness more prominent, he could tell it was more omega than anything. So he released calming pheromones while guiding her to the elevator, the weight of his hands helped her. He pulled her close, hugging her from behind. he may have been shorter than her, but he fit; his hands on her, the way his body felt right with hers. She felt at home. 

He was whispering to her, telling her how proud he was how amazing she was for handling the interviewer. He didn’t have to say it to her, didn’t have to be doing this she knew, he, Ryan, was an assshole, yes, but hearing it from him, how he saw it too, made her feel better. Her head was clearer the more time that passed by the minutes between them going by slowly. 

Her omega still wanted him, still wanted him in ways she couldn’t quite place her finger on as they got closer to her floor. Hazel couldn’t see his lips, couldn’t feel them as much on her now, but she kept thinking about how much he wanted them on her, in all the places she needed her stomach dropped, but the feeling was less empty, it was heavy, weighing on her like a pile of rocks. 

Hazel wanted him, though she wasn’t sure it’d help as a distraction because she knew she couldn’t drop if her management found out they’d be furious. The last time she’d gotten this close on tour, her first ever tour, they forced her out of it, no help but Zayn to try and keep her sane. It barely worked, her body was so weak after the tour that she could barely function; her mother had to make sure someone was there for her. 

But this time was different in the way she felt less out of it. Her body was still weak in ways, her legs made sure of that, and her still somewhat shaky hands that only stopped in his presence. The door opened her mind still coming to terms with what’s happening, how she ended up here safe with him. He room wasn’t far it was only a couple of doors down so as they got off, they turned to the right finding the room with ease. 

But as she went to get the key out of her pocket her fingers had a light grip the card dropping out of her fingers before she knew it. She laughed a little trying to find humor in it, she found herself picking it up as Louis watched her a small smile on his face. It had been the most emotion she’d shown today since he found her. She picked it back up looking at the card when he spoke, his voice low but welcoming.

“You know you’re so much prettier than her, right?” his hands on her waist as he whispered in her ear the words making something in her stomach flutter. She didn’t think he’d notice, most guys usually thought that because of her sexuality that every woman she saw she wanted. Wanted more than a friendly manner, but lately she’d been feeling more envy than lust. Sure, it was a crush, but it was a “girl crush” in a way; she wanted to be her, not in her, not on her, she wanted to be her. And yet Louis could see it, it was making her head spin, the way he was holding her, not too firm, almost asking permission, he was such a gentle alpha.

“He’s stupid, by the way. I don’t care what he said, I know how this works,” he emphasize,d kissing her neck softly, like he was asking for permission. She leaned her head to the side, the distraction enough for her to fumble the keys a little, still trying to open the door. It was a simple swipe in and out, yet the card was facing the wrong way, or she put it in wrong. 

She hummed instead of giving him a response, as she opened up the door, Hazel grabbed his hand, pushing him up the wall with more strength than she’d shown since they’d gotten back. She kissed him with purpose, her hands moving his so they were back where they belonged on her waist. He let her take his bottom lip, tugging it, teasing it as he groaned a little in pain. Her lips were sof,t meeting his in a way that was less than before he could feel more want from her. 

He kissed her back, not thinking about the consequences of it. How they’d barely shut the door and the chance someone could see them. Didn’t think as she let him in, their soft pecks turning to more as his tongue made it’s way into her mouth. He tasted good, at least to her, the salty feeling in her mouth was sweet in a way. His hands were still gentle on her, his tongue not fighting hers, she was an open book. Letting it caress the inside of her, she felt at ease in his arms. His mouth would leave hers for a second, his blue searching her green for something more. 

She wasn’t sure what he was hoping to find but he must've found it as they softly made out on the wall of her hotel room. His scent was overpowering, the slight mix of cigarettes and wood coming from how the slight work up he might be feeling with the omega in his arms, it was easy like this. Hidden away, getting to have him all to hersel,f and the world wasn’t judging her. He let her have this, let her have him. 

He was still in control, his hands soon beginning to grip her tighter as she pushed her body into him, she could smell him, but his body she could feel it. The tensing in his muscles as he tried not to venture further, but she pushed his hands under the shirt, letting him feel her delicate skin beneath his fingertips. The smooth surface, yet mix of soft hairs he couldn’t see, had him entranced. He closed his eyes again as they kissed, this time taking in the way she felt, the way her scent had him wrapped around his finger. She could smell the hint of strawberries ,the fresh smell making his mouth water. 

He stopped kissing her tilting her head to the side as he knew where she wanted him. He asked her a quick “is this okay” the words were more muffled as she hurriedly pushed his neck against him, his mouth kissing all over the sensitive part of her neck. Hazel was on cloud nine, she’d decided as his mouth worked at just the right pace over her neck, the sensitive body part in his mouth tugging, biting, and kissing it. 

He was doing a number on her neck, trying his best not to do too much; he had some shame but most of it was gone. She could see it in the darkness of his eyes the way he was focused on her only, he looked so alpha, so ready to take claim her she let out a moan, closing her eyes breathless from how he drew those sounds from her. 

His other hand was on her waist holding it to give him grip as he soon moved away to her collarbone one of his favorite spots, he knew she was sensitive but it still didn’t prepare him for the way she’d grip his hair running her hands through it but when he’d bite down licking the salty sweat off her skin how much it’d get her going. She could feel it, the familiar feeling she knew each time he got her like this. Pilant. In his arms. 

The slick coming from her body was inevitable, but Louis still, as he could smell it he growled a little, his thumbs now digging more into the laurel he knew she had. The slick kept coming as he kept going and he knew she was feeling it more and more. The way she had let him trail further, his hands now more towards the tip of her skirt, she was lost in him. 

She felt better in ways though this cloudiness this wave in her head, was not going away. Her body was letting it all go for Louis. If she was honest she didn’t regret the shame she thought she’d have was non existent as she felt herself getting closer and closer, he was good. 

“You’re so pretty princess,” the words left his lips wih ease as he smirked at her, his words having a clear effect. Hazel’s green eyes disappeared to the back of her head. 

A loud whine left her lips as he pulled back from her collarbone, looking up at her smirk evident on his face, looking and pressing at the mess he made. She hadn’t looked down before his hands met her thighs, gripping them, picking her up a bit, pressing her up against the wall more now. The angel was better as he slotted himself between her hips, and he was kissing her once again. This time with more dominance and demand, his tongue came first to her, letting him explore but she fought back a little, bringing her to his not trying to take control but feeling it out.

He kept her there, and Hazel found herself pushing her body against him more and more, him pushing back on her. He let her do it at first let her keep being desperate for it, till he held her down, keeping her still as she pouted. 

“Relax, take what I give you darling” the new nickname has her eyes wide, but nodding her head as his hand came up, his fingertips tilting her head to look at him, his blue eyes more striking now. She swore she could see the lust behind them. His scent, too, was driving her insane, his body grinding into her as he made sure her legs were wrapped around him. He was giving her it all, the right speed at the right angle, she knew she was going to cum soon, she could feel his cock aginst her the way it wasn’t hidden beneath the shorts he was wearing, it was hot. To know she had that same thing on her just the other day, how it felt, she’d had him like that and now like this she couldn’t get enough. 

While she hadn’t spoken words, he’d gotten familiar with her. Louis could feel the way her stomach kept contracting, the way her body was slowly giving in more and more the noises she made like a melody in his ears as he kept getting her closer. The moans soon turned breathless, as he talked more, the pet names rolling off his tongue with ease, him taking note to use them later on. 

As she moaned less, more pants leaving her mouth he could see her trying to speak. He kissed her, instead of letting her know he heard her as he spoke. His words were quick but she made sure to tune in. 

“I can tell you’re close just cum whenever” she nodded her head letting him continue where he stopped it only took a couple more thrust from him and push backs from her before she came. Her body convulsed a little, tightening her legs around him as she grinded out the orgasm, him watching in awe as the omega went pliant in his arms. 

"You did so well for me, babe” were the last words she heard before her eyes closed Louis catching he body in his arms.

Chapter Text

Next stop: Germany

The next few days in Spain went in a blur, the shows that followed after went good, the memories lingered in her head, but she couldn’t help it as she sat in the hotel room that day. She felt lonely, her thoughts still thinking about the song she made before she left, the words still lingering, and some new music. The songs she’d made but wasn’t sure they’d ever see the light of day. 

She’d done it before, where she wrote on tour, but this time it was purposeful, not her management telling- or forcing her to write. Her mind was relating to other songs, one of her favorites, she hadn’t performed it yet, but she didn’t think it was right, she had it in her journal, it was special in all the ways she had wanted but something was telling her to more with it.

She didn’t know if she could, though, didn’t want to deal with or process all those emotions in one go as she played it. She’s only played in once since she wrote it, yet it related to that interview. His words still stuck in her head, replaying over and over. But in a way, she was thankful that was where she began, and it was over with. 

The first interview, where she had been reminded of her past, had set her up for ease the next interviews but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. That she felt like she was still drowning, still seen in the public that way. Louis hadn’t allowed her on her phone that next morning it was truly one of the best mornings she had so far. The sleep she got that night was amazing, though looking back she woke up feeling a little confused but it was worth it in her eyes. 

📸‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

The bed felt empty, the lack of warmth that she knew from before with him was gone; it made her want to turn back over in bed. Her eyes were still half asleep, the light not having caught up to her and she was tired, but refreshed in a way as her body didn’t ache though, she was sure it would catch up to her eventually. She had a show, she wasn’t even sure if the headlines had been released but she knew they would eventually. So Hazel moved her lingering curls out of the way and groaned tugging the blankets over her face. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me princess,” she groaned rolling over in the bed as she found herself turning away from him but she smiled. His voice was raspy, the hoarseness clear in his voice but it still sounded smooth. She couldn’t see it, but she was sure he was going to move her over.

It wasn’t till she felt a dip in the bed that she recognized his hands, the tips of his fingers pinching the white bed sheets covering a good chunk of the side of her face, and yet she still hid her body. The cool air hitting her, and she felt him shaking her a little, it was soft and reminded her of how Zayn had been the one who used to do this.

“We’re going out” he declared, truly ripping the sheets off of her. she normally was an early riser, yet here she was not wanting to wake up the soreness in her body was prominent, in how even when she went to move it was not looking good. He didn’t let it happen tho, he sat on the bed asking for permission as he helped Hazel up. Louis hands on her body rubbing the soreness out as she sat there for probably what was 20 minutes as she finally started to feel her body wake up. It was nearly impossible to get her up like this, but it was working. 

He didn’t say anything, instead opting for the morning silence that was filling the air, the sounds of the little things in the room, the air vents. She liked how he helped her but gave her the silence she needed if she wanted him to stop or tell him something. 

It wasn’t till he slowly moved his hands off that she whined, letting out the first noise that morning. He looked at her, raising his eyebrows before letting her come closer. She hugged him, her nose buried into the shirt he was wearing, it smelled so alpha, and she knew she was a little haz,y but she loved it. Loved the way he felt, his hands reciprocating the motion, his head on her shoulder. 

“Morning, Princess. You feeling any better” his question had her nodding, she really didn’t feel like speaking, and it seemed he was okay with that as he continued speaking. 

“That’s good I’m glad you’re alright. I was thinking we could just stay in the rest of today. Get some fruit, and you choose. Zayn and Ayana were quite worried so if you don’t mind I was thinking we could have them over too?” she nodded her head Louis then proceeded to text them. 

It didn’t take long for the two to come over, bringing food too. Zayn, of course, was worried sick, he hated seeing his best friend going through it. His mind went a little crazy, Ayana telling him it was okay while Louis watched the two around Hazel.

Hazel was bathing in it, rightfully so. The girl gave them a heart attack nearly as they watched her get frustrated. It was not easy to see her be treated like that, Zayn seeing nearly each time. Every other interviewer, especially since the field was male-dominated, they treated Zayn as less than, which means in turn they saw her as completely less than. 

It truly was hard on her, and Louis, seeing it first hand was not the easiest but she was glad he saw it. She hated it, but she knew it was what was needed for him, to see her to understand things better. Hazel knew it was coming, the time she’d been thinking, but at the moment she let her mind stop. 

The rest of the day had been easy. Louis, Zayn and Ayana made sure she was alright. Telling her how they had rearranged things made sure the staff knew not to disturb her. Zayn explained how they were getting that interview scraped but he still wasn’t sure. 

Louis had held her, keeping her calm releasing calming phermones, as she layed in arms. They had chosen to watch a series, gilmore girls her guilty pleasure. Did louis have a clue what was going on, not exactly, he only knew a bit from his siblings, but he let her. She knew he was clueless but she found it cute how he not only went with but asked her questions.

The rest of the day went by quickly, her body feeling more and more relaxed. She felt at home, like she had a nest, Louis had brought over his clothes, Zayn too, and she layered it on he couch. She bathed in it, her body finding comfort and ease in it. She invited Louis in only, Zayn and Ayana taking it as a cue to leave the two alone for the night. 

She doesn’t remember the rest but a feeling, his arms on hers, his little whispers. Her omega felt safe. 

Safe. 

Home. 

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Now here she was in Germany, one of her favorite cities. Hazel found herself wanting to explore the city more. Have his camera follow her around as she visits her favorite shops. It wasn’t new, the city, she found that she could be here and relax. The people were nice, genuine, and minded their business, most importantly, though she prayed that since she blew up, she wasn’t going to have to deal with worse. 

Hazel loved her fans, don’t get her wrong, but she had a strong feeling when she was being watched or followed. She’d gotten used to it, but the fame didn’t make it easier. The questions about when her next album would be out, though on tour, people still had audacity. She knew they didn’t mean harm, they never did. They didn’t know how, while Simon and they helped her, she still felt imprisoned, but she knew she couldn’t say that. She couldn't speak up like Chappell did because she was just an omega pop star, female alphas in the industry had it easier, and with her not starting out being openly LGBTQ, things wouldn’t be easy. 

So instead of thinking about that, when she got ready, she tried to think of all the places she could go. How she was sure she’d meet some fans and how they’d be curious when they see a cameraman, how Twitter would freak out seeing her get filmed, she had s strategy. As little as her management trusted her with promo, she had a plan. 

She got dressed quickly, pulling on a simple red laced top, the sleeves were short, and the shirt was cropped, paired with blue light-washed denim jeans that had a matching lace bow in the front. Hazel found herself looking in the mirror as she adjusted the pants, trying to wriggle her hips so they sat right and low. The laurels on her hips were prominent, of course, but the sheerness of the top showed her butterfly a little, making her smile. She wished she could show it off more often, but the bodysuits for the tour she chose had covered. 

She silently prayed to herself that they wouldn’t have a problem because, as they liked to remind her, tattoos on omegas aren’t marketable. But it was times like these she didn’t care. Sure, on stage they’d cover a good amount, but she loved how her fans loved them. Some of them even getting matching ones, it’s how she somehow convinced them that she could wear them though they didn’t fail to make her feel insulted. 

Her phone was buzzing a bit more than usual as she began to fix her hair. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do, so she picked up her phone instead, opting to see what was happening, and she was surprised to see Louis had already texted her. His name flashed on the screen two times as she opened her phone. 

Louis 

Was thinking since we didn’t get as much footage of Spain, we could do Germany today and the next few days?

Only if you’re up for it, I know you still might not be up for it

The text made her smile as she read his words over again, feeling like she could hear him talking. He was so good to her, the line they had crossed when he helped her not drop made her spirits lift in a way, and the trust strengthened. 

After that day, he even told her they didn’t need to film much or at all. Louis knew she wanted the best quality of work in this film, and he was showing that every step of the way. He had covered for her when Simon bothered Louis. She could hear his annoying voice, heard grumbling about how he didn’t have any footage of what they’d done, as Louis kindly explained how they needed to get the best quality, and he can’t do that if she’s not in her best shape.

It worked, Simon stopped texting her every day, and she only texted him when they filmed. Spain, as she remembered, was fun, but the footage she was very sure she’d delete, so she texted him back quickly, looking at the time, telling him to give her 30 minutes. His flirty nicknames didn’t go unnoticed, though. he still called her princess, no matter how many times she pretended- key word pretended not to like it.

He knew how to read her better than most of the men and women she’d been with. It felt like he was meant to meet her, though she kept telling herself that it was just her being in her head too much. She never felt like she had the right thoughts, never thought she’d feel more comfortable yet as she finally looked over herself once in the mirror, she felt pretty. Feminine in the ways she wanted her makeup to be, light as she knew she was going to have to take it off for the show later, she still had 8 hours. 

The knock on the door as she was finger coiling her curls stopped her, startling her as she let out a breathy laugh, seeing her phone light up with a text from Louis him telling her he was at the door. She stopped letting the curl finally be let out it matching the other she had done previously as she made her way to the door. 

As she got closer, she could smell him, but when she opened the door, she could feel it hit her like a wave of sand. It was all encompassing, warm, and inviting, she had to stop herself from burying herself in her neck. Her eyes moved up, seeing Louis standing there, his small bag on him, the outline of the camera was prominent, it made her smile, thinking of how she had been surprised when she first saw the camera. She didn’t think it would capture that much, but when he showed it to her after she was pleasantly surprised. 

Hazel opened the door, beckoning Louis in as she took off to the other side of her bed, trying to find the Nike shoes she had planned on wearing. She thought they’d be comfy, a nice touch for her as she walked around the city, but she didn’t see them. Till she heard a cough, looking up, Louis was standing, the shoes being held in his hand as he smirked at her.

“Thanks,” she murmured as she went to grab them from him. Her hands brushed his, and the sensation that happened in her body she couldn’t explain. It was electrifying. She wore, she could feel his eyes on her, so she took her time, bending over as she tied the laces of her shoe.

Louis was watching her, his alpha recognizing her scent more and more, the tiny hints of change as she was tying her shoes. It was abnormal the way she was doing it, he could see the way the lace underneath her jeans was peaking out as she was tying them, he saw it quickly, looking away in shame. He tried to hold it in, but the cough he let out was noticeable as he heard her laugh. 

“Like what you see, Tomlinson?” she licked her lips, though she knew Louis couldn’t see it, but he felt it. The way her scent was heightened, the way it was thick, noticeable in the air as she was still working on the last one. Her hands trembled a little since he coughed, her thoughts in that place again, but if she was honest, she never left. Her mind was never going to leave. Since the tour started, her body was practically vibrating, and since they had made the deal, her omega felt more awake. More alert to him in the room, and she was not complaining, it was nice to feel more relaxed, yet the thrill was his.

“So we’re on a last name basis now,” she couldn’t see it, but she knew he was smirking but the blush was definitely still evident on his face. She knew he was blushing, the cough gave it away, and it’s not like she could claim innocence. Hazel loved to toy with him, rile him up just enough when they were in public, so when they’re backstage, messy hands, and kisses in the closets, she could have more. 

“Don’t act like you hate it” she had finished tying the red laces, having them thread through all the holes all the way up, yet the shoes still looked loose on her. Louis could have sworn she wasn’t this intoxicating, the fresh smell of vanilla hints of strawberry syrup. It matched her outfit in a way that her scent was a direct correlation to her, her tanned skin with brown curls that framed her face so well. Like fresh strawberries, he wanted to savour her, her body was perfect in ways he couldn't capture on camera. 

“Its not that i hate it, princess, just thought you had other names for me” she laughed, though he could see the blush take over her face at the mention of what she had called him in the plane. She had done it after too, only one other time the embarrassment she felt knowing that she had called him that in the heat her sex daze. She hated it in a way yet she couldn’t help it, the way the stubble on his chin rubbed against her when they kissed the little prickles on her skin weren’t enough. The silver hairs had her in a frenzy and yet he liked it, the spice would get so bad it was almost dizzying, making her legs weak. 

“Shut up,” she bit back at him. 

“Not until you admit it” he smirked, his hands moving as he looked at her. 

“Admit what” she pretended not to know, but she knew. She was for sure, in the knowing of what he was talking about but the heat in her stomach at the thought had her flustered. 

“That you like calling me daddy. D-a-d-d-” 

“You can stop, it’s not happening again. It was just my omega.” he scoffed looking at her. 

“Why won’t you give in? What’s the worst that can happen?” she hated when he was right, rolling her eyes as she played it off. 

“We should be going, don’t you think” her body language became more tense. He wasn’t sure what he had done wrong, for her, she felt bad seeing him frown. She had cut him off, Hazel knew it, but the way her body was reacting, the thought that he liked it just as much as she did for that brief moment got her stomach turning. 

Focus . She reminded herself to take a breath. 

She was grabbing the Apple Watch off the wooden dresser. She knew they had to film and get some content, and she knew what she wanted, but she was not in the mood for more stares. After she adjusted her watch then the shades on her head, she looked back at Louis, his head now turned to her as she saw him digging in his bag, most likely getting the camera.

“I’m ready whenever you are”

“Okay, we can go now any places you want to go or have me film” his shift in tone had her saddened. Though she knew she was at fault a little for his change in mood, she couldn’t blame him. They had been rabbits, if you asked Zayn, the poor omega had to be next door to the teo, but he had no complaints, though she had a feeling Zayn was distracted, his face had been more flushed recently, a glow to him, and it made her happy. 

Louis had turned for a slight second, catching Hazel’s eye as she shyly smiled at him, feeling the intensity of his eyes. They were just so blue, he could have the softest smile, and yet his eyes always felt piercing, it made her dizzy with want, and not the desire to be touched but to be held. So as they made their way out of the door, she saw it. She watched as the two came out of his room together. It was clear she was not supposed to see it from how Zayn and her were holding hands. 

She saw Louis' head about to turn the same way as hers, he was looking to the right and she was to the left, she stopped the door from closing, grabbing his body back as she shut the door. He was out of breath. When she turned, she saw the look of confusion on his face, his nostrils were flared, probably out of instinct, but she couldn’t help it as she saw the darkness in his eyes. He was going to ask questions that she knew, so as he went to open his mouth, she placed hers on his, quieting him. 

His questions got muffled as she kissed him, taking him a second before he was kissig her back, though he didn’t know why. His lips were soft, she could taste the chapstick on his lips as she kissed him, it was quick. Louis separated from her as he knew this was not the look she needed when they filmed. Though his alpha as begging to be closer, he sighed, rubbing his hands on his temple, meanwhile, Hazel felt anything but guilt. She wanted to kiss him again, it was never a good idea for them to start kissing it had her head flipped sideways, and she was definitely there as her eyes were, face a little flushed, he had such an effect on her. 

“Hazel”

“Not princess?” she winked at him, seeing the way he sighed with his hands on his face. She knew he was feeling it to, the way he was looking at her. His scent too, it was subtle, but he the tinge in his scent had her hands itching, but she held back. 

“Hazel, we need to go out, you know your management is going to be upset” his pointed look made her pout a bit, she was not in the mood anymore but he was right. 

“Just wanted a kiss” she pouted her lips, faking the innocent, though Louis could see her she knew she was not going to say anything. As much as she and Zayn had been teasing each other, she didn’t know why he hadn’t told her so, she could only assume she wasn’t supposed to know. So she was lying through her teeth.

“Yea whatever, let's just go” in her mind, she thought the way he was acting would have settled but, he was right. She felt a little stupid as she followed him back out the door. She couldn’t keep her cool around him, her omega though, was okay with those conflicting thoughts in her brain. 

She let out a little sigh of relief as they made their way out the doors. Not seeing Zayn anymore till Hazel and Louis made their way downstairs. She saw Zayn alone at one of the tables, he was eating. She almost went over to let him know that she didn’t need him, but he saw her waving at her slightly as she waved back. He clearly didn’t know she saw them, but she pointed at Louis, then her phone signaled to him that she would text him. Zayn nodded understanding, the interaction quick as she followed Louis. Once she got to the door, she saw one of her guards there she knew they were always around, but it didn’t stop a little disappointment. She loved to spend more time with Louis alone, plus she was still shy on camera, no matter how many times she had been on it. 

“Where should we start” she pulled out her phone, looking at the list she had on her phone. Looking over the list, she thought over each option, how she could make something of it for the documentary or what would be easiest on her feet, she had a show today, and she did not want to risk her body being too tired. 

“There’s a little park a couple of blocks away and a little cafe on the way? It’s small so I think we should be good, I can talk a little too, while we’re there” she sounded unsure, though she knew her idea was good; she wanted him to like it, though she didn’t recoginze hw easily he agreed ot most of her ideas. She was the leader of the documentary, yet her omega still wanted the alpha’s approval. 

“I think that’s good as long as you know what you want to talk about. If not, I have questions as always, that okay. his hand had gone to her arm, the soft caress, gentle and subtle. The touch made her shiver as a small breeze passed by her too. His eyes were softer as she looked at him, nodding her head.

“Y- y- yeah I do,” she scolded herself as she turned, leading the way for them to walk. She was sure the security guard and Louis noticed it too. How she was flustered from just his touch and the wind. The wind too, she reassured herself. 

As she looked back, she saw Louis catching up to her, the camera in his hands, he was fumbling with it as he walked to her. She found herself letting out a cute giggle as she stopped waiting for the alpha a roll of his eyes when he had caught up to her. She didn’t realize how her long legs must have carried her, but they did. 

“Can’t keep up old man” her hands skimmed his as he playfully patted his hands on the camera. They were still walking, but now next to each other. His presence was inviting, more open than earlier, now that they were outside. When she looked beside him, her eyes were pleasantly surprised. His eyes were pretty, the perfect shade of blue, the slight crinkles under his eyes, he looked so real, he felt real, and for a second, it made her head hurt. 

“Thought you liked older men” he was back his sly reply hitting her, and she was happy. The little spark of joy she felt grew a little as she smiled back at him. 

“Maybe, but you still can’t keep up” she started walking again, Louis groaning as he started walking with her. The streets weren’t too busy, it wasn’t a weekend, and so the streets were quiet in ways she couldn’t explain. Her hearing was heightened too as she heard him mumblign something before he spoke to her. 

“Sorry I can’t keep up with you pop princess” he blew her a kiss this time, the move throwing her off more than not she almost stopped walking. Her body was giving itself up so quickly for the soft alpha. He had jokes she could give him that. 

“You gotta keep up”

“I can keep up”

“Mhm, sure, prove it” she started to jog off the move, taking Louis by surprise as she held onto her phone and shades as they started to move. Louis laughed, trying his best to keep up with the girl. His body was ready for it a little but he could admit she was more in shape than he remembered. As he followed her, it was clear she had good gauge on pace as she moved her body with ease, the small finger coiled curls getting in her face but she felt free.

For once, she wasn’t thinking about her body carrying her thoughts, not thinking much besides the directions ot the place. She was trying to have fun, hearing Louis struggle a little with the clashing of his equipment on him, she knew he was going to keep up, but having it actually had her smile wider. 

She didn’t see it till she finally got to the place, the jog making it easier to get there, shortening the time significantly. She was having fun, and as she saw him, coming up behind her, not far, she was surprised. He had the camera in his hand, it looked like he was recording her, and Hazel couldn’t help it as she found herself jaw slack and open. 

“You did not just record me running” her question lingering in the air as he looked at her, his eyebrows raising. His smile was small and subtle, but the way he was looking at her told her what she needed to know. 

“I did, got even some of our convo before I’m sure- that wasn’t purposeful,” he reassured her, the way he was making sure it was alright had her smile. Its the way he did things, the way while he spoke soft, he still had this assurance about him like he knew what was best (he did, in her opinion). 

“As long as you got my good side” she winked at him, blowing him a kiss this time, the reversal of the movement had him choking. He nearly dropped the camera, but she helped him, going to grab it, though he stepped back, nodding his head like he hadn’t just gotten flustered by the omega. 

“You’re such a menace” his laugh rang in her ears, her body feeling it vibrate through her. The sun was beating on him, and the mix of his slight sweat she could see on his head was making her go dizzy. It was an odd mix, but the musky mix with his spice had her omega purring, wanting to scent him right there in public. 

“You like it though,” there was a purr in her words, the way she bit her lip purposefully, making sure her eyes were looking at him widened. She knew he loved it knew his little soft spot was for her eyes, the green wasn’t one he’d seen before, and still, no matter how many times she looked at him, he felt amazed. 

“You better give this same energy to the camera,” he pushed her softly with a pointed look as she giggled, he was right. She wasn’t as playful on camera as she was with him. he noticed in the recent interviews, the way she held back, her management always signaling her to stop or making her redo the interviews, it drove him insane. He wasn’t sure how she did it.

“I will. Don’t worry now, let’s go inside. I need something to drink” she wiped her head a little barely a mark of sweat on her, meanwhile, Louis had sweat coming quicker the longer they stood in front of the cafe. The letters at the top of the store were interesting, the decoration inside adding ot it as they stepped in the cool breeze, making both of them sigh as they went to the counter. Louis was looking at the drinks, like he was going to try something new, but he knew better, his throat was itching for it so as Hazel finished her order and he was next, he felt her gaze on him. 

“I’ll just take a water,” he heard her hands coming to scramble from beside him as he pulled his card out to pay. He was quicker, shielding her a bit from the card reader as he did the quick tap on it, the approval instant. She huffed a pout on her lips as he turned to her, she saw his eyes linger on her lips before his voice came to her. 

“You really thought I’d let my spoiled pop princess pay,” he winked as he went to the side, not letting her speak as he went to grab the water bottle from the stack of chilled drinks. Sh wanted to say something, something to combat the way his body was saying and aligning with what he said. She heard it the little change in words as he said it. It was quick. But she got it as he said it. 

my spoiled pop princess 

my spoiled pop 

my spoiled

my.

The word shouldn’t have her stomach dropping, her body feeling all types of ways, but here she was. Her body wanted to let him claim her, but she felt confused. She knew they were friends, definitely, she’d let him do more than she had even with her ex. But hearing the way the word slipped so casually had her brain in a haywire. 

He was an alpha, a good one, one who was so kind to her, and put up with her. Made her feel comfortable, he wasn’t judging her, he was encouraging her. The words meant more, yet they had just met. Time was flying, but-

my.

his.

Louis hadn’t looked over at her, her mind still on the words but she’d been so distracted that she didn't hear them call her name. Louis had gotten her drink, she felt the cold plastic against her skin as he tapped it on her. Hazel jumped, startled, looking at him as he helped her over like he hadn’t just said that. 

She followed him silently, trying to rack her brain for excuses and things to say to move it forward. He had found them a place in the corner, her not realizing it because she was a little blind to it as she found her body sitting in the chair. It was softer than she thought, but Louis spoke first, breaking the odd haze she was in. 

“So you run marathons or something Styles” she laughed, his question getting her off guard, but it felt nice to laugh. The question surprised her too, he never knew how much she loved when people asked her random things. 

“Last name basis?” she giggled, repeating the word from earlier. She twirled the green drink in her hand as she leaned in. “And for the record, I do sometimes, I took a little trip to Japan before this tour” her words made it to Louis, who looked at her, shocked. She could see the way he was connecting the dots of the time. She knew it’d come up, but seeing him recognize it and soften his body had her nervous. 

“Wasn’t that when- when those articles came out” his voice got softer towards the end. He was careful with his words, taking a small sip as she thought carefully how to speak about it. They were in public, and she didn’t know who was listening.

“Yes, those articles, but trust me, I didn’t find out till after. Can’t tell if that's a good or bad thing ha” the laugh she let out was breathy, the air almost getting stuck in her throat. Her body was tense under his gaze, but he looked less curious; she could see how a little bit of confusion was there, too. 

“I’m still sorry nobody deserves to have stuff like that written out there,” she sighed. She didn’t even know where to begin. It wasn't like she saw it coming, her management made sure of that, but in a way, she blamed herself for the articles, the guilt of it creeping in. 

“I mean it’s fine, it’s-.... I’d love to tell you that it didn’t hurt, but it did. My management didn’t help either, you know. They knew it was coming… didn’t say anything, though they were gonna fix it, but guess it didn’t. I don’t- I’m sorry it's still hard to talk about, but I should've seen it coming? I don’t-” he held up his hand, stopping her as she cut herself off, letting him speak. He sighed, looking at her, the noise making her feel something. 

“We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to. Your management is- well- shit truthfully. I- I’m confused about why you’re even with them? They treat you so…” she could see him racking through his brain, it made her sad. He didn’t know. She knew if she told him, he’d be like every other person, leave, tell her that she deserved it. He’d probably stop the deal, too. 

“Horrible? Captive? I know. I'm a bird, swear they think they can just say the right things and I’ll fold haha, it’s so fun” the nervous laughter escaped her lips as she avoided looking at Louis. She could smell the change, the burning of cinnamon filled his nose. It made her squirm in her seat. She knew he was sad, but seeing it and feeling it were different things. 

“Babe-”

“Don’t- i hate it. It sucks i know okay. I’ve been with them since I was 16, they ruined- they helped me a bit. It’s not an excuse- it’s not all that bad,” she couldn't help it as she tried to change what she was saying. It’s like the adrenaline all wore off, she could feel the memories coming back up their words again. 

Louis was right. She knew what he was going to say. She knew he would tell her there was a way out, but she didn’t want to think about it. She knew the time was coming quicker, the more dates that passed, she knew the talks would start soon, but she couldn’t. 

“You don’t need to defend them, you can say it. I’m not one to judge, I'm a paparazzi, I see the way this industry breaks people. The way you all come in with so much light. You’re a light, Hazel, and I’m not saying that to boost your pop star ego; your fans love you. Your first night was sold out, I got videos of fans who love you, look up to you. I’m sure if they knew how you’re treated, they’d fight for you” she had finally looked at him as he said it. His eyes were soft, the features on his face looked sadder, like he’d been hit by a car. It made her sigh, the tears on the brims of her eyes were getting closer, but she sipped her drink instead. The green drink was calming her as she thought about what to say. 

“But who would- want me? Who’s gonna take on me with all I have? I- I know it’s not right but- how do I know who to trust?” 

“You have a team, people who I am sure would help you, and I’m included. I know someone. It’s not easy, but we can get you out, away from them and protect you. We haven’t known each other long so you don’t have to trust me, but I’m willing to help” his final words hit her. She looked at him, and he had grabbed her hands from across the table, and she knew she should be worried. Someone snapped a picture of them, but she let him hold her. 

He was grounding, his pheromones helping her as she sat there trying not to cry and panic, thinking about it. She had so much on her mind now. Her mind is thinking through it. She wasn’t sure how it’d work, but knew the talks of her renewing her contract would come, and she didn’t- she knew she didn’t want to sign it. 

She wiped the tears, nodding her head at him. A smile was evident on his face. Hazel knew she had made the right decision. 

That's a start. 

They finally made their way to the hotel. Her body was tired, and thankfully, she only met a few fans on the way back, they were lovely. Sweeter than ever, wishing her luck at the show though they couldn’t be there, and of course, Hazel, smiled at them instead, offering to get them tickets, though according to Ticketmaster, the show was sold out. 

Louis watched the interaction with pride. Out of all the celebrities he’s worked with, he’s glad it was her, glad she was the one who he chose to make a deal with. She was just overall good, and that wasn’t even the right word to describe it, she was more than that he could see how the omega was just an entity of kindness. 

It fit with her motto. The treat people with kindness motto really was not only her brand, but it was more than that, it was who she was. As she had talked to the fans, some getting small videos and pictures, Louis made sure to see if the girls would be willing to have themselves on camera.

Hazel smiled, watching how the alpha was so careful when he went to ask the question. Of course, the girls said yes, what fan wouldn’t jump at the opportunity? She smiled, thanking them, asking them if they could try to hold off saying anything in the back of her mind, she knew someone would slip up, but it did make her feel better that since she was getting them tickets, they might 1. Not say anything. And 2. She could get them NDA’s by then

As the girls left, Hazel decided they needed to take a different route, not wanting to attract as much attention, plus she never knew who was watching. She couldn’t help but notice the silence as they walked back. Louis was on his phone, his finger frantically tapping away at the screen. She’d never seen him like that before. His brows furrowed, the skin at the top of his head pressed down, along with his eyes were intensely focused. She watched as he nearly ran into one of the streetlights as they walked. 

“You might want to get off your phone” he looked up, meeting her eyes as he slowly put away the phone as his face saying it all. 

“Jealous now are you?” his question made her face burn more than the sun that was directly hitting her eyes as she looked at him. His nose was scrunched as he teased her, she knew it was probably a hint of jealousy, the way he made her feel when he was paying attention to her versus not. 

“Not jealous. Just don’t need my pap running into a pole” they both laughed as she said it him coming closer to where she was stopped, the bodyguard lingering a bit behind, though the two had barely noticed it. 

“Oh, so I’m just a pap to you” she laughed, pushing him back a little as he came closer, teasing the omega. That pearly white smile on his face.  

“Yea and what about it” it was obvious at least on her part, that she was joking. She playfully hit Louis, the alpha's gaze softened. He’d been doing that a lot lately, it messed with her head and her heart. She’d been more alert, her omega sensing him and his scent plus movement, more she didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she knew it was because of him that was for sure. 

“You’re a bad liar you know that” they had finally gotten to the back doors. One of the other bodyguards was there. His arms crossed, yet he looked relaxed and it made her feel a little bit safer as they walked up. Though her mind was still stuck on Louis and her holding hands earlier. Hazel knew how his hands felt, mostly from it having been on nearly every crevice of her body but this, it was different. Different than how Louis normally held her. As the doors opened, he helped her, his hand hovering over the omega’s waist as they walked in the breeze, sending goosebumps on her skin. 

The two walked to the elevator down the hall, only one of the security guards following. She knew they were for her protection, but she prayed as they got into the elevator that they’d leave her be. 

“For your information, I’m not a bad liar” she had turned, the elevator door was open, but she quickly hit the close button, knowing it’d do nothing but to first say her peace of mind. 

Hazel smiled, looking at him as the doors closed, him coming closer to her. She could feel the warmth in the elevator, the air was cool on her skin, but inside, she could feel the polarizing opposite. 

The heat between her thighs, she swore she’d never been so turned on quicker by an alpha, yet he hadn’t touched her. Just that look. His eyes looked into hers so intensely, his scent burying itself in her nose as she could feel the heat building in her stomach. 

“Prove it. tell me you don’t want this as much as I can feel it” he said as he pressed his fingers into her waist, pulling her closer. Not in a scary way, just enough for her to have in his scent, the space just enough that if he leaned forward, they’d connect lips, but she liked this. 

How her mood instantly changed when he was around her, she knew that’s how it works. How her body was supposed to biologically respond, but this felt different, not like all her exes before. 

“I- I don’t want- I don’t want this” The breathe she took in, as she could feel the cold metal rail digging into her skin a bit. as she tried to think it through, but when the girl spoke as she moved her eyes gave it away. Hazel knew she could try to take it, she was trying in the moment, but his smirk as she went to open her mouth again made her mouth shut, lips parting again as he leaned in. 

He flicked his tongue, grazing the top of her lips as she watched him, feeling his arms next to her waist, the heat between the two was pulsing. It felt like forever, how the slight wetness on his tongue got on her top lip, his eyes were closed. But it made him look even better, as he pulled back, nibbling on her bottom lip instead. 

He pulled away as the sharp noise rang in their ears. She didn’t even notice how much time had passed, though she did forget they truly weren’t far up in the hotel room. Hazel was still frozen as the doors opened, as an elderly couple waited outside the door, their smiles sweet but eyeing her. The omega was flushed, though she couldn’t see it she felt it, the way her skin was hot, like it had been more and more recently, how her cheeks felt bigger. 

Her body had been feeling more relaxed, her stomach less tense, but the butterflies she got in moments like these were a contrast. She knew it was all coming together, but it still didn’t help her find a way to control it. She felt it slipping, through the tips and crevices of her fingers, her body betraying her as Louis found a new way to get her riled up, the buzzing in her skin more than enough to tell her. 

Hazel found herself getting off the railing, pushing herself forward with a new surge of energy as she grabbed his hand leading them out the elevator passing the couple with ease. He followed her, letting the omega take his hand, dragging him nearly with how much determination and force she was putting into her walk. It didn’t take them long to reach the room, her unlocking it with a new found quickness as once the door opened she was still tugging his arm. 

Louis, still in her grip watched as they got closer to the bed, her turning around quick, as she pulled the bag, throwing their stuff on the chair beside the bed as she pushed him onto it. It wasn’t graceful the way he fell by any means, but she was okay with that as she found herself crawling over to him as he backed up into the headboard, his body a little ridgid as he hit the back with a thud.

Hazel giggled a little as she finally was in front of him, opening up her legs as she then sat on his lap. His legs were the right amount of wide as her hips met his in ease. She could feel him beneath her as her body moved a little louis letting out a soft hiss as she adjusted. Hazel could careless, trying to pretend she didn’t want him, that she didn’t get turned on with how his scent filled the air, like she was only breathing him. 

“So you do want it” he tisked his tongue, looking at her while she nodded, moving his hands to where she wanted, he was easy like this. Where she could have him under her as she pleased him yet she knew what was coming next. She rolled her hips, the denim felt a little odd against Louis and her thighs, that she knew, but, it didn’t stop the clear substance she knew would build up in her panties. She just wanted to be present, as his hands were on her she let herself feel. Endeavor herself in the fantasy of how he was looking at her, the darkness in his eyes, the lust in his eyes as she pressed her nose to his face, close enough that if she moved her hips once again they’d kiss, but she didn’t. 

Hazel let herself stay there, keeping the alpha on his toes as she found herself waiting to see if he moved. If he could hold on as long as she can, the tension was there like a fresh cake ready to cut, it was more of a matter of who was to take the first slice. 

“Maybe I want it maybe I don’t, but that’s for you to find out,” she hummed, more of a whisper as she spoke the words to him before she pressed her lips against his with ease. The pressure was light, his lips soft as she kissed him. Louis let Hazel take the lead as she guided him in a way, she’d grown to like, kissing him, how his hands knew where to go, his head tilted the right way as they kissed. 

She smiled a little as she felt his hands rest right on her ribs, brushing over the red lace that was covering her skin. His scent was all over her, as she continued kissing him softly, his beard on her tiny hairs brushing against her skin, it tickled a little, yet in a way it had her skin thrumming, filled with something more as she looked at her. 

They pulled away for a second, the panted breaths, the adjustment of her hips happening as he still saw her. His eyes were so blue, like the beach water, it was so clear to see the emotions behind his eyes, she could see something more, something vulnerable. She didn’t know what to say, couldn’t as a moan escaped her lips as his lips attached to her neck. 

Louis had pushed away the curls, making sure they weren’t in her face as he took her skin to his teeth. The sting began quickly but he covered it up quicker, a combination of pain and pleasure as he littered her skin in kisses, then bites, his canines coming out a little as he bit. She could see his hesitation, the way his hands were more delicate, yet she knew what he wanted, how his alpha was screaming at him to claim her, to make her his as she rolled her hips.

Making the alpha unintentionally bite down harder, the shudder that went down her spine as she found herself pressing harder against his shorts. The damn shorts she wanted to scream at how they were the chiffon like material made it easy to feel him beneath her. She felt him twitch. Felt his hard peak at the attention as he was both kissing and licking over the bite. 

Hazel sighed in bliss, he was so good to her. She had her hand on his head, running it through as she whispered to him, getting him as close as she could to her bonding spot. 

“Such a good alpha” she praised him, he let out a bit- a loud whine, making her smile. He was still kissing her spot, the placement of each kiss making the pool of slick in her jeans feel tighter, harder she was trying to hold it in. She had ruined so many clothes because of him (worth it) in her book. He made it so hard for her to keep it together. 

Her hand had gone up his shirt as he was making artwork on her canvas to be painted, sketched, etched on with his bite marks, and she loved it. Her mind was far beyond the consequences of how Ayana would have to cover it up and how Zayn would definitely have something to say. He pulled back, a loud moan escaping her throat as she saw his lips more red than ever and her skin burning underneath the surface. As she cupped his face, pulling him closer, the stubble that had been against her skin woke up a feeling that felt nice. 

A sharp bang on the wall made them jump, his teeth accidentally going deeper, thankfully not enough to hurt her, but she found both of them panting. She knew it was Zayn, but maybe that's what she got for thinking about him as they were making out. She didn’t even need to feel the scars or look in the mirror to know she looked a mess and a wreck, but she did pull out her phone as Louis had moved back. The two were still tense, the jump scare making them both sigh in relief that it hadn’t come again, but that it was probably just Zayn. 

She got a text, the notification lighting up her phone as she found herself seeing Zayn’s familiar name. Hazel laughed, showing her phone to Louis, the alpha, joining her in both laughter and embarrassment. She knew they definitely would not need to explain much anymore, but she was okay with that, instead opting for the two to cuddle. 

He opened his legs, helping her be the little spoon, him holding her, the gesture soft, more than they had been doing, but she didn’t mind it. She found herself wanting to fall asleep, but her mind was racing with the idea, so she found herself texting a bunch of people. Hazel knew what she wanted, she just prayed it would work. 

Louis let her stay on her phone as he picked out a show. Their scents mingle in the air, the warmth and comfort of it lingering. It swirled in the air, making it easier for the two to sleep, unitnentonally for the next few hours. 

The sound of a banging on the door woke them up, and if they felt a twinge of pain in their bodies as they removed themselves from the domestic position they were in, it’d stay between them two.

📸‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

They had arrived to the studio in plenty of time. Though it did take a bit of time to find her a hoodie that would not show all the scars and marks but she had made it. The time went by quickly as she went through most of the makeup, making sure the door was closed…maybe even locked. The process went by quick,ly and now she was getting closer to interview time. 

She had gotten ready pretty quickly after Ayana finished covering up the scars, well, hickeys, but they pretended scars from her curling iron. She knew her managers didn’t believe her; they never did, they were, if not rude, but just as bad as Simon. Hazel had been dealing with their scrutiny all the time as she got older, it’s like they resented her more and more. For becoming an adult who didn’t want to be just for teens, for young girls and people her age.

Ones who knew what sex was and wouldn’t make it a big deal that she held positions on stage for a song that was clearly about intercourse. She was over it, and yet she still let herself lie to them, to avoid the fights and the uncomfortable conversations she needed to have. It was getting closer, the feeling that she knew was unmistakable. 

While texting her mother in the chair, it made it feel more real, her mom checking in, asking how the tour was going. The way her mom would try to hide it, but the sly questions about how the team was doing, if they all were also enjoying the trip, also code for, are they mad at you, have they made you feel unsafe again. Key word again. 

She remembers how in America they’d gotten to comfortable to much ease in having connections in the venues. They had stakes, everyone knew, including their fans, that they had stakes in certain places; hence why on tour some days felt the same in the same place, same arena, because the more she performed, the more money she made, and by that made them. 

She tried not to think about it as she got into some of the wardrobe for the show now. As a female performer, most didn’t know how much effort she put in, how much time she had to change in between songs, the running around, the lace that’d get stuck in her shoes, or her hair that’d get caught on the body pack. 

It was a lot. And yet Hazel still found herself enjoying the chaos, the thrill of it every night as she surprised people with body suits of different designs and colors. It was all a fun game, and she was here to play it. 

So as she wrapped the white robe around her she walked out the room feeling ready. She didn’t bother looking for one of the mirrors as she made her way down the hall looking for Ayana. The alpha had done such a good job on tour so far, making sure she was supplied with everything form powder right before she got on camera to gum and a mini compact mirror for her to chew on. She found it endearing how caring she was though now she could see why Zayn liked her. 

She felt a little bad as she had missed the signs, but she also knew him. Knew he was one to keep it private for a reason, a good one at that. Plus, the two dating in the work environment would not go to well for Modest. She had gotten towards the end when she saw the two talking, Zayn was subtle about it, you couldn’t see it, but if you tried, you could see how his hands were brushing hers as she clearly rambled to him. 

The boy nodded his head at what she said, and Hazel wanted to laugh. She didn’t need to be near him to know his scent would be sweeter, but it was when she got close enough, clearing her throat, startling the two. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt ” she gave him a pointed look. Zayn’s eyes widened for a second, seeing she had caught on as he smiled, a small cough as he stepped back. 

“No worries, Yana was just worried, wanted to get you on here in time” she nodded her head catching the nickname before he did. He blushed as she smiled at him, turning towards Ayana. 

“Do what you need” the alpha's hands moved quickly at lightning speed as the magic of her fingers worked on her. She put a quick napkin underneath her other hand as she worked fats brushing powder on her nose, under her eyes, then swiping a little gloss with the mini brush on her lips. 

“You look great! Have fun” the sweet tone and suggestion made her feel better as she walked past her towards the area. It wasn’t in the easiest area, but since she had been here before, she found. Saw Louis with his camera in his hands, though he seemed deep into whatever he was doing as she walked past him, her scent not even affecting him. She felt a pout start to form on her lips but instead, she made her way to the stage.

As she walked out to the stage, she saw once again she had an alpha interviewer. She could feel it in his presence, the way he held himself, and the little lingering look at her up and down as she walked closer. She prayed under her breath that this would not be a disaster; her mind was in that mode, and he was not going to stop her. 

Hazel made her way to the chair, the wooden chair had purple cushioning on it as she sat down, the comfort making her feel a little relaxed as she looked up and saw Louis smiling at her behind his camera. She made a little wave at the camera, the smile not going unnoticed by him as he smiled back. 

“So we’d like to give you a warm welcome to the Hazel Styles. She is currently on tour and is set to have three nights with us. Come see this gorgeous omega perform” his little emphasis didn’t go unnoticed as she brushed it off instead. 

“Thank you guys so much for having me, I always love coming here” she smiled, ignoring his comment for now, but she knew something was coming as he looked over.

“So, how’s a pretty omega like you finding the city. We heard some fans met you earlier” his question had her realizing what was coming next. Her management must’ve gotten a round of hearing it. She knew they wanted her to keep the filming low, but she also knew that if this was her final project with Modest, she wanted it honest, honest as it could get. 

“It’s very lovely here as i said, i like to draw inspiration from places like here” she was trying to make it about the music. She hoped he’d bring it back to what she wanted to talk about that or at least what fans said. 

“Speaking of inspiration, we know you have done previous promotions before, but fans are asking if you’re latest songs are from recent inspiration. Like maybe maybe a new someone,” his wink at her made her shift, his scent making her nose more irritated than not. 

She tried to tell back from covering her nose instead, opting to pretend she had a little something rubbing her nose, trying to distract herself in any way. The question had her more annoyed; he clearly only cared about her love life, not the lyricism or anything else. 

“Not sure where that’s coming from, but to each their own! There’s nothing wrong with harmless theories,” it’s like he waited for to say that. For her answer to be vague as he coughed, adjusting himself so he was facing her more.  

“Well, according to fan, they saw you out there with someone… perhaps holding hands. Care to tell us more” it was a weird question, and yet the weight of it had her looking out to the side. 

The door wasn’t hiding much as her gaze locked with Louis, seeing a bit of what she thought was smug on his face. Seeing Louis hiding his face and Zayn tapping him furiously, questionably looking at him for answers. She looked back at the stage quickly, trying to not give anything away, though it was definitely too late; someone would clip that. She was doing a live interview after all. 

“O-oh yea? Him? He’s a friend” the question caught her off guard, blush coating her cheeks as she shot away from the camera. She could see in the audience how fans were curious, the way their eyes lingered on her, and everybody had their phones out all of a sudden. The phone lights shining brightly from the camera as all eyes were on her, she knew this was coming, yet I still didn’t prepare herself as she sat there

“So is there a chance for some lovely alpha to steal you’re heart perhaps” he winked, leaning in a little too close. His scent was sour, spoiled in a way where she wanted to cower away, but she smiled politely. Leaning back. 

“Nope, think I’d like to focus on myself,” she smiled, trying to play it off, but she could feel his stare. The way his body was angled towards hers was awkward, and she wanted out. 

“Well you’ve got plenty of offers so just think about it” his smile left an unsettling in her stomach. The food she had before burned as she found herself getting up quick as they said cuy. 

I don’t want options. She thought to herself as she moved off the stage, walking past Louis and Zayn, heading to the dressing room in nothing but a hurry. She was tired of these alphas hitting on her mid-interview; she didn’t even know what he thought that’d gain him. 

Once in the room, she dropped the robe, letting all the workers in the room help her get dressed She pulled on the corset, the bedazzled fit in tune with how she was feeling tonight. The pretty blue was a great contrast as she looked in the mirror. It was just how she wanted it. The way it held her curves right, making her hips prominent, her chest larger, and up how she liked it. 

Her makeup was the final touch: the simple blue glitter in the sides of her eye, the simple mascara, and her stage makeup. She was ready and determined; her mind was worried thinking of the possibilities of how this could g,o whether or not it would work, but she knew it’d be worth it. This was the first step, plus what better of a city than one of her true favorites. 

She started walking, Ayana doing final touches as Zayn wished her luck, telling her how good she was going to do that day. She always needed him, and those words, seeing and feeling how genuine he was, pushed the thoughts in her mind away. 

She could feel his gaze on her, the way his eyes lingered, she knew he was feeling some type f way, but in the rush of the moment, she couldn’t decide how or what to do. So she gave him a smile, the gesture making him smile back as he watched her get ready in place to be lifted onto the stage. 

The stage lifting her never felt the same, each time and each place was different in that way, and it gave her more of a drive than not, the way it felt each time to see new people, new faces in a brand new city. She loved it. So as she made her way up, the cheering energized her, a smile on her face as the bright lights flashed in her eyes, iPhone camera on, and the crowd cheered loudly. 

It was insane to her that she had done this, built her platform on her own, the love and effort she put in had her feeling grateful, tears wanting to come, but she stopped herself. She was proud, not only was she here, but she made herself get here, and she was going to prove it to herself why. 

This is gonna be a great show. 

📸‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

The show had gone well so far, the way her body was thrumming, electric with the beat in her skin. She knew she was going to finish strong, she had to. She hadn’t done Juno yet, her ultimate favorite and a fan favorite too, even if the public disagreed, she loved it. 

Her management hadn’t been so fond of it, the idea lingering in the in the conference room as she went over all her tour ideas, she knew them. Knew how they worked and how she’d have to give something up for them. Spoiler, she gave up a fan favorite unreleased, but it was worth it. 

The set list had lots of tempo changes and pauses; she did good graces beforehand, and the fun little stepping routine had her energized as she changed. 

Louis had also gotten some film of the quick change, careful with how he angled the camera, getting it as he thought she wanted. Hazel had smiled at him, but this time he didn’t smile back, his scent a little bitter, though she didn’t know why. He usually loved to tease her about the Juno position, asking how she’d pick them or if she did try it…leading to a one-on-one example or two. 

She found herself a little saddened going up to the stage, she didn’t like to see him sad, so she made a note to herself after the show to make it up to him. She was cut short as she made it back on the track opening. 

Hazel was making her way across the stage, the song beginning to play as she grabbed her mic from her dancers, making sure her outfit change had gone correctly. She was having fun as she began the lyrics to Juno. 

Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing

Oh yeah, you just get it

Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit

God bless your dad's genetics, mm, uh

She walked around the stage, seeing the way fans were singing. The fans following the movements with her she looked at the barricade. The signs made her heart warm, she was trying her best as she moved. The words coming out as she sang the back track in her ear, her body was moving on beat as she found herself getting to her favorite part.  

As she belted out the pre-chorus the fans singing to her as she got closer finally getting a good read on the signs. The fans were cute, their outfits on point matching in them,e some even looking similar to her. She saw a girl in blue like her blowing her a kiss. As she stepped back looking at the camera, she knew were near as she walked back. 

You make me wanna make you fall in love

Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah

As she got to the last part of the pre-chorus they made their way back. She looked at one of her dancers, Mary, as she helped her pull the cuffs. The fuzzy pink soft in her hands as she balanced them in her hands grabbing the tip of the right one, hanging it as her dancers

Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs ? 

Oh, I hear you knockin', baby, come on up

She turned to the audience, holding them up still as she went through the chorus. The words rang through the arena as she took out her ear piece the way her body was on a high, her head in the clouds. The fans were singing along with her, each boy, each girl, everyone was saying it back at her, the song she fought so hard for. 

I know you want my touch for life If you love me right, then who knows? 

I might let you make me Juno 

You know I just might 

Let you lock me down tonight 

One of me is cute, but two though?

Give it to me, baby 

You make me wanna make you fall in love (Oh)

After finishing the chorus, she let the back track dim down a bit, knowing this was the exciting part, where she gave away the cuffs. The audience was lou,d everyone was yelling and screaming; she could barely hear a thing if she was honest. She didn’t know where to focus, placing her eyes on everyone, the wave of excitement as she looked at them.

“What’s up Berlin” the response was immediate, her laughing as she made her way across the stage. The screams got louder in her ear as she looked at the people, the way people were jumping up and down, and signs being pushed along with people.

“I am so so excited to be here tonight. You all are one of my favorite cities, and everyone in the audience is just too damn hot” she gigled as her dancer nodded their heads playing along as they always did. 

She made her way down towards the barricade, seeing all the people clearly wanting the cuffs as she kept looking down the side. She felt the stare of a guy; she looked over, seeing the shy kid in awe. He was definitely a fan, a huge one, his body trembling more as she made her way over, her body sensing how nervous he was, she released calming pheromones.

“What’s you’re name” she moved the mic towards the boy, his makeup being more prominent as the lights were now on the two of them. 

“Luke” his voice was higher than she expected, but it made her smile as she saw the light in his eyes. She loved moments like this where she could see the joy radiate from fans during shows. 

“Well, Luke, you’re under arrest for being too hot. Think I might need to be locked down to you, know what I mean” she winked at him, and she could smell it then and there. The sweet smell of cherries, fresh and it made sense, but seeing his joy not only as he nodded at her, but his scent, she smiled. 

She handed over the cuffs, letting him take it from her as she felt and heard the cameras taking videos of her. She knew that it was time to go back up, she knew the timing she was sure she’d get told to come back up, but it didn’t stop her from giving the omega a quick hug. She knew what it was like to be a minority, she hoped as she made her way back up he felt seen. 

Walking back up, her mind started to think about what it felt like. How being a male omega had felt the way her body was never right, how her clothes never felt right, how the feminine attributes of her body felt good, but something was missing. But worst of all, during that time, she felt alone, she felt her body changing, her thoughts different, and as a male omega too, things couldn’t have been harder, even seeking help. 

It was when she nearly tripped on the steps that her dancers, being there to help her as she got up, did Hazel find herself thinking about the songs. How she had three more songs left, three more. The back track was getting louder, she put in her earpiece, getting herself ready as she sang the next parts. She was ready. 

The words leaving her lips as she sang the next verses. As she found herself singing more, the dancing made her feel alive. Her body moving on beat, she found herself smiling at them, it felt like home on stage. Hazel made sure as she sang the verse, emphasizing every move.  

“I showed my friends, then we high-fived,” her hands going to the dancers next to her as they moved in sync. “ Sorry if you feel objеctified, ” she pouted at the cameras, seeing them up close as they captured her. She winked too, just to give enough, her body rolling as she got to the next part, raising her hands in the air “Can't help myself, hormonеs are high, give me more than just some butterflies”. 

The girls and she moved towards the front, away from the stairs they were near. Her body felt light as she moved to the song. The pre-chorus was coming, and she smiled seeing all the cameras come out. She looked around as she sang the first words “ You make me wanna make you fall in love. Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah”. 

“Wanna try out some freaky positions” she ran across the stage front and center to the heart as she knew the cameras were watching, recording, and most likely on a live stream. She got on her knees, then fell back as she pushed her hair up the curls, moving with ease, lying on her back, she placed her legs up. Crossing them over one another as the beat picked up, his legs more open as she sang it. 

“Have you ever tried this one” her eyes looked at the camera that was right in front of her. As she sang, arching her back as he heart was lifted on stage. She could hear the cheering, her omega felt proud, but most of all she felt proud. Her favorite part was over. 

She finished out the song, the crowd cheering for her, she could see the tears in their eyes. Normally, this was the last song, she said her goodbyes, giving one last speech before she left and let them go, but she had one last thing. 

“Don’t go!” she called out, seeing people stop and start screaming as she came back down from the stage. She moved back the mic stand, coming out just as she had planned, she sighed gratefully. The cameramen were scrambling, not expecting it, and she saw Louis look at her for the first time since the interview. His jaw dropped as he heard the beat start. It was small, but she had a feeling he knew. Her body shaking a little as one of her dancers came from backstage, with the guitar. She looked at the camera, smiling not caring anymore as she spoke. 

“Be gentle please” she spoke, the crowd roared, but then she saw them pull out their phones. She knew they’d all left. Her body wasn’t shaking as much as the lights dimmed, then the spotlight was on her. She began singing, closing her eyes as she started. 

Little freak, Jezebel

You sit high atop the kitchen counter

Stay green a little while

You bring blue lights to dreams

The words came out, her voice honest raw, as she began singing. Hazel’s eyes were still closed, she didn't want to see it. See the eyes of her fans as she sang, her head was spinning with alot- too many things. She didn’t have much for the backtrack, she had scrambled to find it in the hotel after she had texted her band, who helped her here.  

Starry haze, crystal ball

Somehow, you've become some paranoia

A wet dream just dangling

She took a breath pausing as she sang the words. She felt herself slipping away from the world, she loved this lyric. She knew it was bound to hurt, to hit the fans hard, but she let those thoughts as she sang it. 

But your gift is wasted on me

I was thinkin' about who you are

Your delicate point of view, I

Was thinkin' about you

I'm not worried about where you are

Or who you will go home to, I'm

Just thinkin' about you

It wasn’t till after she finished this part that she saw it, opening her eyes as she saw the lights in the air. The fans looked at her in awe, she couldn’t see so much, but from the tears gathering to the change in the air she knew it had changed.

Just thinkin' about you

Did you dress up for Halloween?

I spilt beer on your friend, I'm not sorry

A golf swing and a trampoline

Maybe we'll do this again

Tracksuit and a ponytail

You hide the body all that yoga gave you

Red wine and a ginger ale

But you would make fun of me, for sure

A smile made its way to her face as she thought about him , how he would be so proud. How he would look at her, see her for who she is. Because she was here, doing it all now. How this song was all encompassing and more. Her eyes scanned the crowd as she continued. 

I was thinkin' about who you are

Your delicate point of view, I

Was thinkin' about you

I'm not worried about where you are

Or who you will go home to, I'm

Just thinkin' about you

The barricade was more silent than before, mouths dropped, jaws on the floor as they all looked at her. She could see the tears in their eyes, it made her want to cry but she knew she couldn’t not now, she promised herself she’d wait. So instead, she closed her eyes, holding in the tears. 

I disrespected you

Jumped in feet first, and I landed too hard

A broken ankle, karma rules

You never saw my birthmark

Singing this verse, she nearly missed it. She had taken a bigger breath, her eyes watery but share refused to open them to have the crowd see her like this. It felt freeing yet her head was holding her back, her body listening as she felt her more tense up as she got to the last lines. 

I was thinkin' about who you are

Your delicate point of view, I

Was thinkin' about you

I'm not worried about where you are

Or who you will go home to, I'm

Just thinkin' about you

Just thinkin' about you

Just thinkin' about you

As she finally finished opening up her eyes to the crowd, she was in awe. The applause was so loud she could feel it. She usually could hear it, but she could feel it, and that made her feel more confident as the next track started playing. 

“If you all could give me one more song, this is the last I promise. This one you may have heard, but i wanted to give you all of her, so just bare with me” she took off the guitar, one of her dancers helping her over to the piano that was hidden, she’d only done it twice so she prayed this worked. She knew the fans would be surprised, her manager too, but she had her ways, so as she sat. Watching the crowd, she told herself to take it all. 

You were riding your bike to the sound of "It's No Big Deal"

And you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels

Nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now

So you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal

You can let it go

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love

You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, mmh

She smiled, hearing the way they all started singing. She knew some of this song had gotten leaked, but not how much. It made her smile, seeing the way this side of the stage was looking at her. She looked at one girl, seeing how she was crying, the tears streaming down her face, she blew her kiss, then sang again. 

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright

But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside

You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days

It's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind

The tears in her eyes were coming as she closed her eyes. Her body shivering as she knew the chorus, knew it like he back of her hand. Could feel the memories of how it felt when she wrote it coming up. 

You can let it go

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love

You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

The next verses hit her as she watched the crowd sing it with her. The words were all hers on her own in her childhood bedroom as she wrote the song, one time, in one go. 

She took her earpiece out once she got to the bridge, curious to see if they knew the words. To her surprise, she watched the lights move as the bridge began, the sound of her voice and the fans something she never knew she needed to this song. 

You're just in time, make your tea and your toast

You framed all your posters and dyed your clothes, ooh

You don't have to go

You don't have to go home

Oh, there's a long way to go

I don't believe that time will change your mind

In other words

I know they won't hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go

She began to get to the end of the song, the crowd singing along, and she felt the tears, but as she got to the end, she let go. Let her body go, and let it all out. She knew his cameras were going to catch it but she knew it was right, the tears, the wetness on her cheeks felt freeing as she let the last verses be sung by the crowd. 

You can let it go

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

You can start a family who will always show you love

You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own

You can let it go

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

You can start a family who will always show you love

You don't have to be sorry, no

Seeing them all cheer as the track slowed down, her body feeling light as she sat up, speechless, not sure what to say. They knew it, they knew this track, and their utter shock and emotion she saw playing out in front of her was amazing. Fans were throwing flowers, she didn’t even see them, but they kept coming, she tried her best to pick them up as she looked at the crowd in awe.

Her dancers helped gather as many as they could as she got a microphone and spoke to the crowd. Her mind not sure how to process this. 

“Wow- I…I thank you. Truly from the bottom of my heart. I recently felt like these songs just deserved their light with all that’s been going on for me, and I’m sure many of you. I hope you enjoyed the show, get home safe,” she blew them all kisses, waving at them as the team her bowed. 

They made their way backstage, and she felt a sigh of relief escape her. She’d done it. Sang what she wanted, and the fans were there. Her head was chaotic, a cage full of flying birds but in the middle, she knew what she wanted.

📸‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

They had finally gotten back to the hotel, they hadn’t exchanged many words her and Louis but he was proud of her. At least she thought from the way he had mouthed a “beautiful” to her as she was bowing, thanking the crowd for coming. 

The car was silent, his hand on her thigh, she needed it, she didn’t have to tell him. He just knew his alpha instincts kicking in, as he comforted her. The pheromones he released were enough for her as she sighed. She didn’t want to check her phone, though she had an idea the response was good the words in her head were telling her otherwise.

Once they’d gotten to the hotel room, he was still quiet and she couldn’t quite put a finger on it. His hands on hers as she opened the door. He was clearly clingy, his head closer and closer to her neck, he hadn’t been closer to her like this without the underlying reasoning being them in some sexual position.

“You close enough yet, alpha” she thought, teasing would help, though instead it illicited a growl from Louis’ throat, his mouth openly mouthing at her scent glad, where he had been all over earlier. She found it cute but she at least wanted something more.

“Cmon talk to me, alpha please” her emphasis on alpha had him pulling away a little, him mumbling some words, before holding onto her again, hands going on under her shirt. She knew something was up, and don’t get her wrong, she liked it, the way his hands were she was a little in the mood but not without some type of communication. 

“We’re not doing it if you don’t tell me” she moved his hands from under her baggy t-shirt as she made him face her. She felt her body shiver at the loss but she knew it wouldn’t feel right not knowing. 

“He- he was feeling you up… made you uncomfy… you smelled..odd” the mumble of his words had her cooing at him. He was gentle in ways but seeing how embarrassed he was at his alpha's behavior only had her thinking more, she gasped, realizing it. 

“Oh- so? You’re jealous-” the words came out, and she almost laughed at how ridiculous she felt saying it to him. She didn’t think the asshole of an interviewer would get him riled up but here he was, his mind just wanting her to smell like him. 

“I’m not jealous,” he rolled his eyes, standing more straight up, his body shifting as he looked at her. 

“You so are. Do you wanna claim me? Mark me?” he was still silent but his eyes were fixated on her. She knew she looked probably wrecked, but she knew that didn’t matter. She could feel her omega wanting to give in, to let him take her in every way shape, or form. She was thinking about it, trying not to get to excited but it was too late. 

The slick came in a small wave, she bit her lip as she noticed him looking at her, her body going stiff as he looked at her. She knew that look, the darkness in his eyes, how the blue became a new color nearly as he was just waiting for her. 

“What’re you waiting for?” he was on her, picking up her body like it was light work, moving to the bed again. He got her on the bed, she laid there as he took her in. She didn’t know what he wanted but guessing from how he had reacted with her Juno pose, she took matters into her own hands. 

Already being on her back had it’s advantages, her body able to maneuver with ease as she recreated the pose. 

“Do you want to try this one?” she winked, and his scent became sweeter and thicker as she watched his eyes look over her. He was licking his lips, and she wanted to feel them on her; she wanted him in any way she could. 

“Alpha please” he moved quick, riding himself of most of his clothes, then coming to her, she let him move her short over her head. The bralette she was wearing was comfy, but as his hands ghosted her top he nipples perked up a small moan escaping her lips. His hands gripped her hands, holding her hands above her heart, placing them firmly. 

“Keep them there” his tone firm, and she couldn’t help it but roll her eyes as he moved back his hands gripping her thighs through the sweatpants, moving them down, slowly. He kissed each part of her legs, spreading them slightly as he uncrossed them, getting the sweatpants off. 

Once they were off, he looked at her. Their eyes met, and she smiled. She couldn’t tell you why but she felt good, the show had gone well and she had him, him looking at her. wanting to claim her, she told herself he was just possessive naturally as an alpha. But somewhere she knew, knew that it was more. more than what they had been doing, she was his. In this moment, his.  

“How do you wanna do it babe” he finally spoke more coherently. She blinked, thinking of how, it hadn’t been like this where he was asking her, he usually took more charge but she let it go. tugging down his boxers in one motion, seeing his cock from the slight odd position, moving him forward so his cock was in between her thighs. 

Like how they had at the house, he seemed to get the memo. Moving more in between them, pulling her crossed legs to him. The grip he had was firm and she knew it would leave bruises but she didn’t care.

He started moving the friction of him, the skin of his cock on her had her feral. It was different from the last time. She could see him, his face contorted his brows furrowed as he kept his hands on her; he was focused. trying to make it feel good, leaning over her just enough that they weren’t kissing, but she wanted more. 

She kissed him, pulling him closer as the tip poked out in between them. His mouth was all over hers, engulfing her. she let him, let his mouth stay on hers, taking lead her body giving in her omega loving the attention. His tongue was exploring her and she felt her body giving more slick coming out of her. she knew he felt it and she saw him pull back taking the slick putting it in his mouth. 

He moved, he was rubbing against her, her thighs tightened as he kept going, it felt good. She knew she had suggested it, how he was now on top of her, per her suggestion, how the warmth of his body felt against her.  

But then it happened, he was moving but he’d gotten to close the space, the soft cotton she was wearing, was covering her but somehow it must’ve slipped, moved when they had ben rocking as she felt the head of his cock brush her lips. she jumped, scrambling from the bed as she felt her hands shaking. The panic rose quickly as she started shouting at him. Her omega wasn’t right, her body closing off, as she sat up right at the headboard.

“Haz- hazel I’m sorry,” he began apologizing, but her mind wasn’t hearing him, her mind not liking how close he was. Her head was telling him to get away, but her omega wanted something different. The heaviness in her chest was growing as she looked at him. 

He’s too close. 

He’ll see, he’ll know.

“No- no- just… stay away back up- i-” the words got stuck as he cut off. His hands moving 

“Hazel- hazel please- don’t do anything stupid please babe” he stayed in place, realizing the more he moved the more panicked she became it was closing in. She could feel her breathing become erratic, her mind telling her to protect, protect. She wanted him close, yet she also wanted him to stay away, back up till she couldn’t see him near her. 

He really thinks of me like this. 

How would he see me if i- 

“Stop it, stop your kind words, your stupid alpha words to make me feel better” the words left her before she could finish her thoughts. It was the most clear sentence she could form as she spoke this time. Her body was crumbling, her breathing heavy. It was all too much. Too much for her all at once. 

“Hazel tell me what’s wrong, please, you’re not helping me out here” he hadn’t stepped forward a good thing in her books. She felt a little calmer, but her mind was still screaming, telling her he wouldn’t get it. His tone wasn’t harsh, but she still, in her mind, had this underlying feeling he was saying it with more.  

He’s going to hate you. 

Hate you. 

“No- you wouldn’t get it. You’d- you can’t-” her words started to string together, she felt crazy, knew she wasn’t knew her fast thoughts were normal the situation familiar, but she couldn’t tell him that. Didn’t know how to let him know that. 

"Is- is it…What did i do? Why won’t you let me in " and for some reason, that's what set her off. Not exactly the fact that he had been cutting her off, but him not seeing her, hearing her at that. 

“You’re an asshole, a fucking asshole. I know I can’t-. I don’t even know what to- you really think it’s you? I thought you could, I don’t know, read me better, at least let me tell you, but instead we’re here, you keep cutting me off, just let. me. fucking. Speak” she had snapped her voice harshly, and watching him become sad, she felt the guilt creep in. Louis looked sad, and she couldn’t look at him. God, she felt bad in this moment, but she wasn’t ready; she thought she could tell him, but he had asked her first.

She knew it’d come eventually, but now she was here in her room, his scent dim, soured as she spoke, looking at him. He was clearly caught off guard, but she understood why. She knew it was on her to tell him to say something, but it didn’t make it easier. He was going to leave her when she told him, but at the same time, she wanted to tell him. Her mind was spinning. 

Sprialing, her hands shaking as she looked at him. She doesn’t know why she said that, why she said it calling him an asshole. He wasn’t he was anything but gentle, kind, tender in the way he’d caress her, funny, witty, he was good, but did he deserve her? She didn’t want him to waste himself on her. 

No. He’ll leave. He’ll leave. Just make him leave. Her mind had spoken to her loud and clear. She pushed him out of the room, ignoring his pleas of protest, his body resting on her as much as she loved his strength now it was making her nerves rise and bubble at that. She screamed at him one more time before one final push got him out of the door. She slammed the door, opening her phone in a panic seeing the text from Zayn before she could say anything. 

Z :)

I’m coming over, no exceptions

The knock on the door was quick, and the comforting scent of her best friend made its way to her nose as she hugged him. Zayn let her hold him as long as she needed; he didn’t ask any questions that night, just let her cry and let it all out.

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It’d been a couple of shows later, and the tension since Louis had asked her if it was him and Hazel had a freakout, it was palpable. He noticed it. Could feel it in the air, she could too. Hazel was trying to make it not awkward, trying her best to let him know she would open up soon, but it wasn’t that simple. 

In her mind, she could do it, tell Louis about what really happened, and how her management was the scene of the crime. They always were, it’s how she found herself writing songs like Favorite Crime, the way they loved her and used her for their gain, yet when she needed them most, it was like they threw her away. She was nothing more than a good for them to use and sell. 

He’d still been with her, though, after that night, seeing her rebel against them in plain daylight. The alpha was still doing things as they were, keeping his fingers low but not too low. He still kept her in place, kept her thoughts from getting hazy; it was good for her, for her omega too, who was preening more and more at the attention he gave her. 

When she had come off stage, Hazel still remembered how Louis looked at her, how that night he’d given her a number to call. She’d been hesitating, her mind still telling her that for some sick reason it’d be easier to stay. To keep the same routine, but after that night, she knew she could still hear Simon’s words in her head. 

📸‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

The show was over, the last two closing songs had the audience roaring. She knew it, knew that they would, and she knew it was bad for her. The hair on her skin stood up, the bumps on her skin prominent, yet the heat contrasted with her severely. She could feel it coming. The phone calls that’d be made to cover up that she not only sang one but two unreleased songs. She had a feeling they’d call her to tell her how bad of a move this was, despite the fact that if she pulled up her phone right now, there’d be fans sharing recordings, press ready to know who, what, why, when, and how. 

That’s how it worked, how the business world worked. She gave them the food, and they distributed it, like a free-for-all buffet to be devoured. She hated it in ways, yet she felt a little smug as she finished showering, and as she picked up her phone in the dressing room, Louis was waiting for her, seeing Simon’s name. 

He left, though, seeing her on the phone as Zayn dragged him away, needing him for something. But his scent lingered. The thick, smooth way it held in the air, her nose taking it all in, her body rejuvenated in a way, she smiled to herself. 

The nervousness she had dissipated with his scent, she found herself picking up the phone, hearing his angry tone. His alpha-like tone she hated, was rough on her ears; if you asked her to explain, she couldn’t quite place it, but it made her want to run away and cower. 

“You keep testing the waters, Styles. First, we have to cover up these new photos of you and Louis, which I don’t even want to know why. But then, singing two songs we didn’t even know about,” his attitude was bitter as he emphasized the last few words about her songs. She couldn’t tell if it was a bad thing or not, so she stuck to the latter. 

“Just giving the fans what they wanted to hear,” she shrugged her shoulders. Hazel didn’t have much to say not wanting give into the what he wanted was, the truth. He’d sell it. Simon had been doing it since she was young, coaxing what the songs were made of out of her till she snapped them, holding it over her head like it was some prize. She was nothing more. 

“If you think when you resign with us you’ll be able to keep up this type of games, you’re mistaken” the venom of his words felt like a stab to the chest as he mentioned it. The thought hadn’t made her as sick at first when she talked to Louis that day, but hearing it from him, the assumption that she’d put up with him and what he’s done after all the promises she made, her stomach churned. 

“We haven’t even gotten there, I need to finish my tour, then can continue with your threats, or what you like to call a plan” biting her lip quickly, she realized that she snapped. Giving in to what he wanted, but if she was honest, she didn’t have a care now. 

“It’s not a threat, just helping you’re career. You know, the one I built from the ground up. You’d be nothing, let’s face it” she wanted to groan loudly, but instead, she kept to herself, not wanting Zayn or Louis to hear her through the doors. Louis' hearing had gotten better lately, swears the alpha had something shift. 

“I'm tired and need sleep so I can perform tomorrow, so what do you need me to do?” Hearing the chatter on the other end reminded her how different it was; the words ran through her head quicker as she realized it. 

He was at the office. 

Modest office. 

Which meant he might not be alone. She pressed her hands against her temple as she was proven right. The hushed whispers behind the screen made her want to throw up as she heard all types of ideas being shouted. She couldn’t get a clear idea of what was being said, but she knew the options, and she knew it lead to one thing: exhaustion. 

“We’ll send you a list. You’re going to make a couple of statements, send them to us, we’ll fix them, and be prepared for a long day and maybe a new love interest” the last part was sneaky. She thought she was all good till she heard it the way he had tried to sound quieter. But she knew they knew how this would go, but for once, so was tired of Louis’ words running through her head before she spoke. 

You deserve better. 

“The songs don’t need a love interest,” she spoke, trying to convince him, but she’d swear he didn’t listen nor understand. Her team never did, never saw her music as more than just a girl crying over her exes, they didn’t see it how the fans did. How they’d read into her lyrics for more than that they saw her. 

“You need one for your next album, anyway, might as well start now” she hated this, the stupid yet somewhat true wording of his statement. People did care, she knew that, knew that the general public was here for the story behind the music, and by story they meant drama. The person she had to be writing about because an omega pop star couldn’t possibly be intelligent enough to write about something other than men, love. 

“No-” he cut her off, never giving her the change. She rolled her eyes, wishing she could just call him a prick, get a new contract, and move on. Louis was right, she thought. 

“Don’t fight us, Hazel, you’ll regret“ she hung up the phone, cutting him off effectively, a thankful sigh escaping her lips. As she started to truly get dressed, looking around as she packed up her stuff. 

These next few days would be hell. 

📸‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

So now she sat in her room, trying to think of it, her phone was sitting in her hand, staring at the screen. She knew that she should say something, anything would be good, it shouldn’t be so hard in her head, she had told herself this. Hazel knew this was a good step, but since that day, it had been back and forth; she convinced them not to make it a love song. She made it about a self-journey, explaining that the next album would be an in-depth exploration of herself. Did the public buy it… Maybe, but she didn’t pay attention to that. Trying for once to stay off there, it felt like too much. No social media platform was safe, even TikTok betrayed her as she saw people saying how her song was a clear illusion to a toxic lover, spoiler, it wasn’t. 

She was tired, and it didn’t help that she missed the post sex cuddles. They weren’t the same; he’d satisfy her omega, help her out, but he rarely let her do much. Saying how he didn’t want to bother her or make her feel bad, he was such a gentleman in comparison, kind, gentle, and soft, but he took control and guided her when she needed it. 

And yet this time when she needed guidance, it was not only about him but she needed him. 

His contact was still open, the white screen bright and harsh on her eyes this morning. She found it to be more painful to think about than look at the screen yet her eyes traced over the last messages. He was dryer than usual, the words being shortened each time. 

June 8th, 2024

6:00pm 

Hazel 

wanna grab some food and a film

Louis

yes? 10 mins

Hazel 

excited to see you 

Louis

Mhm

June 10th, 2024

8:30pm

Hazel

need some company… 

Louis

Be there in 5

Hazel

okay see you xx 

Louis 

see you 

June 11th, 2024

9:00pm

Hazel

in the mood for making out 

Louis

Maybe another time

Hazel

come over still?

Louis

yea 

Hazel

see you 

Louis has read this message….

📸‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

The exchange of texts now that she saw it looked pathetic. The omega felt weak trying to get his attention, and it wasn’t working. But in her head, she too knew it wasn’t all her fault. He needed to talk to, at least that’s what she told herself. She wasn’t ready, and the silent treatment he was giving her was making her hands shake more in frustration than sadness. 

It wasn’t pure silence, but the lingering sounds within it. How she’d invite him over, try to get him to talk to her, but he wouldn’t do much; she knew what he wanted. Knew he wanted to talk about that night because she hadn’t truly told anyone what happened. She apologized to him, saying that she just had a rough call with Simon, but she was too in her head. 

Hazel knew he didn’t buy it, but in all honesty, neither did she, but it’s what she kept telling herself, as she hung out with him. As Zayn gave her worried looks because he could also see the tension. Even Ayana gave her looks, too, but it didn’t surprise her; the two were definitely together, and she felt horrible that she hadn’t mentioned it. She felt like a mess without their… dynamic…routine; she couldn’t place it, but her omega felt disheartened, dimmed, and it was affecting her. 

She wanted him back. wanted him to film things with her with ease, have more funny moments like they had before. The laughs they had in the closets, in hotel rooms, the secret whispers and kisses he’d give her, though she could see how he wanted to do it more often. 

How, when he wasn’t soft, he ravished her. His hands beneath her skirts, her shirts, taking her apart in ways nobody else could. The warmth of his mouth as he left trails of hickeys, she knew she’d needed to cover up, but they were now fading. 

She closed her phone harshly, the memories of how little they had done making her omega jittery and anxious in ways she couldn’t explain. She felt it in her. It was going to come out soon if she didn’t stop it. 

The tour was already taking a toll on her, and him too. It was a match made in disaster for a storm to happen. Her eyes were tired from lack of sleep, but her mind was too. She wanted to drown in his scent, but she couldn’t. She felt deprived.

Hazel opened up her phone again before pulling up the familiar number, sending a quick text, her fingers moving quicker than she could think. She didn’t bother looking for a response, knowing he’d come, so when she opened up the door, a smile made its way to her face, and some tears. It was all too much in her head to think about, yet here she was letting her mind ramble and create thought upon thought, and her best friend was ready to help. 

Zayn. Smiling at her with some water and snacks, she couldn’t see. It looked a little heavy in his arms, the snacks. They definitely were going to help, but she also knew him, this was his way of taking care of her, but at the time, bribing her in a way. She hadn’t been specific of what she wanted to talk about, but the other omega knew her, how to read her, so she knew with him here, he’d get it. 

He was there, and she knew he’d help, knew that as much as she might want to shut him out, someone had to be let in, and if it wasn’t Louis, at least him. So as she let him in and she could feel the dimming of his scent more sour, bitter in a way, she couldn’t. 

She couldn’t stand to see him sad, see the sympathy that was lingering in his eyes, clear as day. The way his body looked slumped was almost defeated. She didn’t know her mood was affecting him this much, paining her friend this much as she saw him in front of her eyes. She didn’t know how to say it, which would explain how the words slipped out of her mouth easily and unrecognizable. 

“ithinkilikelouis” he looked at her confused as the combination of letters into one word somehow was said. She paused, trying to think of how to say it again, her brain racking itself for ideas on how to word it, how to admit it. 

“What?” he sounded lost, he shrugged his body as he walked closer Hazel stepped back a bit letting him in, as she then began moving across the room to her bed. This bed had been different, not the same as before the firmness was a little too much, and the smell had bothered her.  She didn’t even know why but her brain was telling her why, she just didn’t want to think about it. 

Louis. 

“I think- I think I like? um… Louis… and i think- well i fucked up? But it’s not my fault but also-” Zayn cut her off, his eyes wide as he spoke but his hands went to her sides, caressing her arms that she didn’t realize were shaking. Hazel didn’t think it meant that much that he had this much of an effect but she’d been learning a lot lately. 

“Oh babe” he hugged her finally as they were sat on the bed. He held her for a second, rubbing her shoulders as he pulled back looking at her. Int he moment she felt a little better, saying it outloud freeing her mind from the cage of thoughts she had each day as she thought about it.  

She let out a breath, the heavy sigh and weight of it in the air. But she felt freer, he was on her mind always but this time she had a reason, letting out the real reason for it. Yet terrified as she realized what she said, looking up she felt Zayn’s gaze on her. It was mixed emotions but she’d seen that look before. 

The disappointment and curiosity at the same time. She knew he was going to kill- well maybe murder her when he finds out just how much happend and Simon’s words but that never stopped her from telling him. 

“Tell me everything. now” his pointed look had her sighing, she looked anywhere but him trying to think of where to start. She knew he had a bit of a the story but she hadn’t been as clear and honest. 

So she was. Her mouth spit all the words quicker than she could expect, like she was running a marathon, racing and the end of time. She explained it all from the beginning of how they met to making the deal to now. Explaining how she’s sang that song not intending for it to be so much bigger, how her management was getting on her, to how Louis had told her she deserves better. 

It was all alot more overwhelming the more she thought about it. Even thinking about it as she spoke choosing how she told him trying not to make him too saddened, he always got sad for her. When she liked someone new each time the routine different but the outcome the same. 

They left. 

It felt like clockwork by now, the way it always seemed to happen around the same time the same season she hated it. She wanted to feel better, her thoughts better, improved but she was here. Explaining to Zayn how she’d gotten close to someone again, how she felt inclined to let him in on free will because it felt like he was calling to her. 

His alpha presence in her space wasn’t enough she wanted to breathe him in, be in the same space as him yes, but she wanted more and for once in her life, after the past 6 years of fighting of stunts, of relationships, of it all she found herself confused. 

Hazel had finished the story but it felt unfinished in her head, like there was more she wasn’t saying. Like she hadn’t told the full truth it was lingering, taunting her because even Zayn didn’t know, and that was enough but she held off. She wasn’t ready, almost but not yet.

By the end of it she was in tears. As she came to the revelation explaining it all, she could feel the intensity of her chest. The weight of her emotions was heavy yet lifted in ways. Laying it all out, explaining the now felt less like she knew what to do and a lack of control and she was spinning but Zayn still kept her grounded. Nodding his head, asking soft questions encouraging her on. Explaining that night to him felt like she was reliving it, and it wasn’t him, not inherently louis’ fault, but the feelings the panic it was all overwhelming. 

When she had said how things were now she showed him the text. It was clear Zayn was connecting the dots seeing how it lined up with some shows, how she had been off that day or how she seemed mellow in ways it made sense. But for her it was also enlightening, she was seeing it as Zayn read the text, seeing Louis’ response and he wasn’t mad at him. 

Zayn understood, which in turn made her think, seeing it, this, for more than what it was in her panicked state of mind. He cared, that was clear, but it was his actions that showed it, not just the simple short texts. 

He had given her the space that she asked for, that she needed. And yet she was reading it in as something it was not. But she also thought that he didn’t deserve this. Didn’t want to make him feel like he was the problem yet that’s how he felt, clearly, how he said it, at least to her. 

She wanted to scream. Wanted to yell at herself, tell herself back then to calm down to let him calm her down. Her head hurt thinking about how much she hurt him probably how she hadn’t given him anything to go off of but her yelling, which she knew she needed to process not to take it out on him, she knew it now, but she felt like it was too late. 

Zayn had that look that smirk, and knowing look, and she should be less nervous but she couldn’t help but think he knew more. He was always one step ahead of her so what’s to a few more, maybe it’d help her. But he also was just wise, the omega knew her better than most, and that could be to her advantage or disadvantage

“You finished” she blushed the words making her shy away, she knew this was going to be fun, but he definitely had something to say. 

“Yes- but no I told you so’s” she playfully nudged him the tears she thought she was going to have gone now as she found his eyebrows raise mouth open as that was clearly what he was going to say. He was of course going to have a “I told you” he was gearing up.  

“I won’t say I told you so. I’d say i did tell you this might happen” he shrugged his shoulders, smiling at her, as she laughed at him trying to reword the phrase she’d told him not to say.

“You’re shit”

“Yea but I’m your best friend who did in fact tell you so. I mean i don’t blame you, he’s hot, funny, a little older- and don’t deny you don’t like it.. I heard you..” he trailed off at the last part his words making her blush severely. She knew they’d been loud on the plane, knew zayn could hear them if he tried but she thought she was a little more careful. 

‘I- well… I mean- he is hot… so don’t blame me but i fucked up” a heavy sigh escaped her lips as she looked at Zayn, he could see the sadness at her admission, they both knew it, knew why this had happened. It wasn’t a secret. 

“He’s not like him, you know, he seems so much more genuine, and I don’t think he’d do what he did to you. I’m saying this as someone who hated your last ex, god he was awful to you. You don’t have to take my word for it H, truly but I think you deserve him”

“Do i? I snapped at him without reasoning, i yelled so loud, and the whole floor probably heard it. I didn’t even give him a chance- i- what if’s he’s not all that, what if this is just him pretending to get close to me-” zayn shut it down, making her look at him, his grip firm for once, the tears on the brim of her eyes. She was trying not to cry but it was coming before she could think, the slight damp feeling on her face. 

“H, babes. I need you to look at me” he had his hands on hers, holding them gently. He rubbed small circles over them before grabbing the tissue to wipe her tears. They were small but she had a feeling it’d be more soon, at least if he kept letting herself think like this.

She could smell his scent the more he leaned in. His scent was always so inviting and in this moment she was so glad he knew how to help her. His phermones were easy on her nose, just enough that it kept her from the edge, she closed her eyes. 

“Take some deep breaths with me okay” his soft whisper of these words worked as she followed his lead, his hands holding hers as he guided her.

In and out. 

In and out. 

In, and out. 

In, and out. 

In, and out. 

Her nose was taking in the same scents around her as her brain wandered. The thoughts became less, her body less tense. Shoulders dropped, head dropped, laying back as she felt it all. 

The exercise helped her, she let the thoughts in her brain go. Telling herself it’d all be good, alright, though she wanted to hold onto it, she knew this was needed. Her blank mind was easy to deal with, the simple silence, the peace she felt as she let the darkness she saw her eyes closed take over. 

Peace. It would be alright. It, would, be, alright. 

Zayn’s whispers kept her going, allowing her to rid of the thoughts, the negative becoming less. After a few minutes he was helping get her back. The guidance of his soft voice, her eyes blinking slowly as she felt his hands still holding hers. She was coming back to reality, the lights coming in her vision, her body at ease, the air felt different. She couldn’t quite place her nose on it, but here she was, taking it all in. 

“You’re alright, just take some more breaths,” she listened, letting him let go of her hands as he went to the other side of the bed getting her water. When Hazel looked over, she saw it, taking it from his hands, nodding her head, hoping he’d get that she was saying thank you. The gesture was not going unnoticed as she lifted the bottle to her lips, the cool liquid hitting her throat. 

It was instant relief, keeping her head awake, the thoughts lessened, the cool feeling like a plant getting water. She needed it, and she felt whole. Zayn was looking at her, his eyes a little happier, though she could see the clear worry. 

Her best friend was always worried, his omega never settled it seemed when she was around. She hated it but she was still glad the girl feeling nothing short of grateful. 

“I- thank you” Hazel avoided saying the two words, if someone would be put away for saying “i’m sorry” too much it’d be her, she swears by it, says it even if it’s not necessary. Zayn smiled, she could see the proud face, his eyes a bit lighter.

“You’re welcome. You know i’d do anything for you. I know you deserve this, better. I don’t want you to cry again so I’ll keep it at this: you deserve to be treated with care, respect, love. I know that you’re scared, that you’re worried, but you have to try, at least with him. You’re allowed to love Hazel” she knew he didn’t want her to cry, she knew it, yet hearing it from him, who’s seen her through it all. Each ex, each person who came in and out of her life, who left, who stayed, he’d seen it and his words for some reason 6 years hit her. 

I deserve this. I deserve to be loved. 

It was taking alot in her, to not let the words of simon, of modest get to her. They’d been working overtime in her brain, taking a hold of the wheel driving her every move but it was time, time she deserved to better. Louis’ voice rang in her head along with Zayn.

The crowd that night who sang her songs to her, who didn’t know the words but they supported her. Making it their mission to show how loved she was. She saw it, on twitter when she was forced on their from not having Louis to distract her, to give her some new thought, idea, or place to explore. She saw their love how they;d written out the lyrics on websites, going outof their way to make it known to the world. The praise was enough, the haters on their fake twitter accounts hiding behind a name meant nothing. 

This mattered. The people who loved her and cared for, who wanted to see her succeed. Hazel knew what she needed. She knew what she should do, and she needed to fight how Louis said, how Zayn was hinting at. 

“You really think he’d listen to me?” Zayn hugged her, pulling her in as he responded, his words repetitive as he pulled back shaking his head a little too fast. 

“Yes, yes and yes. Please just talk to him” she nodded her head, the silence now easier to deal with to sit in with him. She felt her mind going, her mind thinking of how she would do this. She knew this would be easier said than done, she knew it. Hazel was going to do it. If it was the only thing she would do it’d be for Louis, to him. 

“I will, promise” Zayn nodded, as he pulled some food from the side where he had grabbed the water. Offering it to her, she took it, she knew she’d need it. She ate the snacks carefully, her body taking in all the nutrition, the savory flavor on her tongue. She felt better, so as Zayn finally got up to leave, she asked him, just to be sure. 

“Do you still have his number…” her voice trailed off, her body was small again. She knew she could just ask her manager, she’d give the number to her but of course that’d lead to more questions than not. 

“Who?” his voice was laced with confusion, and she was too shy, she knew she had to start somewhere to figure this out. It was a step in the right direction. 

“Niall…” Zayn’s face lit up she could smell how much sweeter his scent was, she knew he’d be happy but not this happy. As he eagerly pulled out his phone, fingers quick as they swiped through the screen his body nearly shaking as he scrolled up and down, pressing his fingers over each profile from what she could see. 

How many Niall’s does he have in his phone damn. 

“Hear it is, be honest. He’s been hoping you’d call, or text” He handed her his phone, the phone nearly dropping out of her hands as she grabbed it. His response taking a second to process, but she felt her lips turning up at the thought, she’d missed talking to Niall he was always so wonderful with her, his words are the reason she’d gotten through last year, but she stopped. 

Stopped the sessions with him when she met him. He never liked her talking with Niall said he was making her think too much, trying to hard to get her to be someone she was not. 

He’s getting in between us, you’re career. Thinks you need a break, but you’re just getting there. 

The words make her shiver now. God she was still haunted by him. His words lingering as he pulled up his contact. The number was still saved, but when she went to text it she saw the red letters. 

Blocked. She had blocked him, and the blush on her cheeks became more prominent. Her hands are now more hesitant as she goes to click. She knew it was better but she couldn’t believe he wanted her to text him, call him at that after she had blocked him. She barley remembers that time of her life, but god, she remembers this. 

 📸‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ February 12th, 2023

She was crying the back headboard of her bed digging into her shoulder blades, the reality of it all raw and uncomfortable. She knew that she was going to do it, he’d told her to, and she didn’t like to fight with him. Didn’t like how her body trembled more and more each time he’d raised his voice at her, it made her scared.

But he loved her, at least thats what she had told herself. Zayn told her it wasn’t that a real guy wouldn’t have her in such a state. That a real man, alpha at that would protect her not make her need protection. Her argument was that he was protecting her; Niall had been saying too much, giving her too much hope that she could get out. 

He was the problem in her life. 

He was the one to blame for why she was crying, why she set too many boundaries with him. He told her she was too needy, asking for too much, she wasn’t a good omega, trying to hard in ways and thinking she really could do more in the industry. 

Her boyfriends were all she could here. He’d been fighting with her more but his kisses, the way he’d buy her flowers after made up for it. She liked to think so. She liked the way that he let her see niall even though he didn’t like it, but this time it had pushed him over the edge. She’d come home from a session that day a little bit more sad than usual, but hopeful. 

The air heavy as she left the apartment, she had explained her story to him. She’d told him about her journey transitioning. Her body changing, her mind, how as a child she just knew. How puberty had made it all so much worse she hated it, the hairs that were growing, in all the wrong places. 

She’d told him it all. How when she presented as an omega, finally getting a fraction of what she thought she wanted her body to look like, she knew but it was terrifying. Niall was patient as he listened he always was with her, his beta status making her feel ease talking to him. His scent wasn’t too much or too little. She felt comfortable. 

It wasn’t till she finally got to the industry, finally opening up on how much the industry had changed her how that day simon told her she couldn’t be. That she had to hide herself, her body, she was supposed to be better and hide it, because the world wasn’t ready and it was too much. 

She was too much. 

Niall had been in shock. His face in a frozen positon, jaw dropped as he looked at Hazel, the omega felt bad not knowing what else to do but apologize, explain, and defend Simon. To which he scolded her in a gentle way of course but he was looking at her, the sympathy raidiating from him.

He then began asking her questions. The question seemed harmless but as he made his wa through she felt her body tensing. She didn’t like the questions, didn’t like how they had her questioning what she deserved and all that. Hazel didn’t like the way niall asked her why she thought she deserved to be treated like this. That was the final blow. Her body giving up as she slumped, the tears coming out of her eyes as he handed her tissues. 

How she had been thinking about it more. How niall had been the one to break into her thoughts, to say what she wanted to. 

She deserved better. She knew it. She knew it clearly in her relationships in her business life, in her life that she hid front the public. It was obvious, and Niall being the one to help her made her feel a bit better. 

He gave her the courage as he explained that she wasn’t alone. That she needed to do what’s best for her, that if she wanted, she could try. Try to get out of the contract, she had one album left with them and before this moment she thought she’d stay, but now she wasn’t sure.

She’d questioned him. As the tear ran down her face, she held one of the white fluffy pillows in her arms. She didn’t think she’d do it, but now the possibility lingered in the air, which is how she found herself coming into the house, excited. 

The session was heavy, but she felt lifted as she made her way to the couch, where her boyfriend was. She sat next to him, his green eyes meeting hers a smile on his face, she felt good, he looked happy his scent making that clear.

“Babe, Niall and i had a good session” she moved closer to him, moving his right arm so it was around her. The weight felt nice as she looked at him, his eyes did linger on her lips a bit, she noticed, but she continued.

“He thinks that maybe he could help me get out of this contract early! I could be free, no more pap pics when I wanted, maybe even taking a break after this album. Then me and you could also be free, less pap pics and-”

“You can’t be serious” he hadn’t raised his voice, yet, but she could feel his gaze on her more, heated. Something snapped as she looked at him, clearly. He looked angry at the thought, it hadn’t been till she mentioned them that he seemed to really tune in. 

“I- I”m serious? Why wouldn’t I be. Thought- thou-” she was playing with her nails, the feeling of the polish being lifted her a little but she hated this. Hated arguing, and this time she wasn’t even sure why.

“Well, you thought wrong. Why would you need fewer pap pics of us? It helps you Haz” the nickname usually had her blushing, had her body frenzied a bit, her omega preening but she was feeling less of that. The feeling she’d told Niall about but couldn’t quite place it as she felt her body have a bit of panic. 

“Yea- yea but i want a break. I’ve been doing this for a while and i- i don’t like the way i’m being treated… I deserve- I deserve better, don’t you think”

“Of course I do babe. You deserve the world, but you’re thinking too far ahead. Niall’s wrong, you can’t possibly think they’d let you out” he laughed, but she felt it in her, the anger she’d been holding in recently. He never listened to her, he left her to dry, when she wanted suppor,t when she talked about management, she hated it. 

“Well, i do, actually, why can’t you just see something good out of this? I want a break. I’ve finished touring and they already want a new album? I got out 2 weeks ago? My body is tired, and I’m tired of this ” she’d snapped, pointing at him, the area they were in. She rolled her eyes, standing up from the couch as she looked at him. He was calm, too calm as he sat there, looking at her with less emotion than before. He’d looked like that a lot lately, but she knew that all too well. That look, that void in his eyes. 

“What does that mean? You’re not gonna leave me? You can’t, and won’t. I know you’re upset, but I’m just telling you the truth, you have to trust me” he stood up, his height somehow intimidating her, yet she was tall too a proud tall her her long legs one of her favorites. 

“I’ve been trusting you? I’m sick and tired of this, the way you’ve been acting. It’s like you don’t want me to be free, like you’d prefer me caged up, tamed like they want. What. is. Your. fucking prob-” she felt it, the harsh reality of his words as his hand hit her. Harsh and unbelievably strong as she stumbled back. She was frozen, the pain on her face was there, throbbing, but she felt numb, as her vision blurred but she could hear him. 

His words meant nothing, as she got up. With all the strength she had, she ran, her legs carrying her up the stairs to her room. The stairs were cold on her bare feet, waking her up each stwith ep, the tears making her vision blurred, but she got there. By the saving grace, he hadn’t been close as she slammed the door shut, locking it quickly as she backed up into the headboard. 

His voice could be heard from outside the door, the jiggling of the door knob, his pleas telling her how sorry he was but she’d heard this before. She knew how this went, knew the way he worked, and while she’d been through it before, something had shifted.

Hazel was crying harder than before as she told him to go away. He never listened; he was stubborn like that, his mouth probably still open, screaming at her. She’d covered her ears, she wanted him gone. Would she let him in later? She couldn’t tell you, but she was done. 

“Get out before I call the cops” and it seemed to stop the movement, the noise of the door knob. She found her body shaking, but as he backed away, grumbling a “we’ll talk later” and a “I’m sorry,” he left. She didn’t think it’d work, but Hazel was proven wrong.

The tears still streamed down her face as she opened her face. She was seething, scared, lonely, and upset. She didn’t know why she did it her fingers tapping the screen, the name popping up before she could think as she typed out the words. 

Niall 

This is all you’re fault, don’t expect to hear back from me. 

*this contact is blocked*

As soon as the contact disappeared the red words next to his name, she sobbed. She turned off her phone, throwing it across the room. The guilt was eating at her, but his words lingered. He’d done this.

He was the problem in her life.

He was the problem in her life

He was the problem in their life

He was the problem in their life. 

She did the right thing. At least she tried to tell herself. 

📸 ‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

She was still looking at her phone, Zayn looking at her a little worried, but she gave him a soft, reassuring smile. She typed out a response, taking it back, typing then taking it back before Zayn’s voice came. 

“Maybe just call him?” she nodded her head, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath as she clicked the call button. She let it ring. The silence as Zayn waited with her made her more nervous, her stomach dropping as she heard it get picked up. 

“Hazel?” he sounded confused but familiar, she hated it, how her body immediately wanted to close in, curl, and hide away. But she sighed as she spoke. 

‘Yes- i- it’s me?” She’s not sure why she sounded confused but she could hear shuffling, Niall’s body clearly moving, and papers too. 

“Where should we start” the question was loaded and heavy, she didn’t know what to think. She felt horrible, and she wanted to apologize because here he was 2 years later still being kind, open arms, ready to let her back in. 

“I’m sorry I-” Niall cut her off, his voice gentle as he spoke. It made her feel better, she could 

“Hazel, it’s okay, we can talk about it. Don’t sweat too much, i’m just glad you’re okay” Zayn came behind her, startling her as she gasped. He whispered a good luck, and you’ve got this to her as he shut the door.

She began talking to Niall, letting her back in with ease. 

📸‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

It’d be almost 2 hours later, of tears, joy, pain, and most definitely sorrow as she explained it all to him. Though this time was a bit more exhausting, she could feel her body in need, the urge for his scent, to feel his warmth, an alpha's warmth next to her. She was tired, and Niall of course recognized it, he knew her almost as good as Zayn, he’d been with her since her near beginning. 

In 2020, when she was trying to decipher between what songs to put, but he didn’t know much else. She always tried her best to keep that part a secret, she always felt the pity but never the acceptance. She often found herself feeling like a burden each time someone knew, which in turn led her to that day.

Where she finally did tell Niall, finally told him and got it off her chest. But she barely remembers that only now she blocked him, blaming it all on him, to which she explained her guilt. 

Coming off the phone with him now had her hopeful in ways, and she knew she shouldn’t get her hope up again, but she couldn’t help it this time. He’d asked her more questions, given her more options than just the simple, “I might have connections.” She felt better, like she had a chance. So she pulled out her phone, her finger tapping slowly and deliberately with a purpose, as she pulled out his contact, she typed out his name. 

Hazel stared at it, the nerves as she typed out the simple question had her heart rate racing, but she did it. Reading it over 5 times, checking that it read right before she sent it. She wanted to throw her phone in fear, but he says no, the fear of rejection. She didn’t know what he would say, but she stared at her phone for 5 minutes before it changed, her eyes widening. 

She watched, waited for it to happen, for him to text, for him to say anything, but it didn’t change. The words still on the screen as she waited, the blue text still there, she kept wanting to look again, but she didn’t want to. Her mind was going between the two, from one to another, she felt her head spinning, she hated this. Hated the way Louis’ text would affect her entire day, and it did. As she received the notification, the high-pitched noise had her check as she opened her phone, seeing his messages open instantly.

Her stomach dropped as she read it, over and over. She read it, hated how her chest hurt as she looked at it. He said nothing, which would hurt, yes, but worst, the four letters had the anger building too, because he saw it. 5 minutes ago . Louis had read it, no answer; just the words read by Louis, sitting in front of her eyes. 

She told herself it didn’t matter, that she had no right to be upset. She had done this to herself, she felt stupid. Hazel hated the way she felt, hated how she felt this heavy weight in her chest, her mind thinking of how he hated her. This hurt worse than breaking up with Dean, this hurt more, worse. He was supposed to text her back to let her explai,n but he didn’t, instea,d he was not. 

Louis wanted nothing from her, and that hurt more than she thought. 

📸‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

It had been a couple of hours since she saw him leave her on read. She tried to distract herself, but she had no idea what to do. Zayn hadn’t asked questions, the omega had been doing that a lot lately, less prying and more listening. She thought it’d be nicer to have this, but instead it felt more like he was ignoring her. Hazel was going insane, her mind spinning, racing as they finally got out of the car into the venue. It didn't take her long to feel overwhelmed, to feel the throbbing energy within her veins, not only of excitement, but of nerves. Each venue had its own thing, this one had something else attached to it, the idea that maybe we wouldn’t be here after all. That he’d given up, not even telling her, after all, he left her on read. 

She was distracted, and Zayn clearly knew that as he offered to help her, but she ignored him. Nodding her head, pretending to listen as he finally left, leaving her in the hall to fend for herself as she walked to where the dressing room was. 

Hazel wasn’t paying attention, truly. She knew she should have been, but she couldn’t help it, her mind was distracted as she made her way down the hall, the venue unfamiliar to her. She should have listened to Zayn and let him guide her to where Aynana was, but she was stubborn. Hazel wanted space, the ride to the venue had been nothing but short and awkward as Louis had rode with them. Something had “come up” that he needed to handle, which in her mind stood code for “I’m avoiding you”. She hated it. 

Her stomach was in knots. Right before the show, she always got nervous, so it shouldn’t be any surprise that she felt this way, yet there was something else lingering. Anger. She didn’t want to see him, couldn’t stand to see and smell him, and his sweet cinnamon that made her want to curl up into his arms. 

Hazel wouldn’t admit it out loud but she was embarrassed. She hated to feel stood up, and after the miscommunication within her life, how she left things unsaid and unspoken, she wanted to fix it. She, at this point, wasn’t even sure if it was possible, wasn’t even sure he’d say anything to her, look at her and at the least film her. 

Hazel's mind kept spinning the ideas of what could go wrong, about how she needed to do something. Everything kept running. It made her head hurt, she closed her eyes for a second which probably could explain why she felt herself nearly on the floor, but strong hands grabbed her as she ran into someone. 

“You ought to be more careful,” she opened her eye his voice taking her by surprise, his grin a little smug as he looked at the position they were in. She didn't get it. Didn’t even get why he hadn’t moved, she was going the right way, at least she thought. 

“You ought to watch where you’re going” she snapped back, she didn’t think as she said it, which is probably why she didn’t expect his response, or his scent to sharpen. 

“You ran into me” she huffed annoyed at his attitude, his stance defensive, her hating how he wasn’t phased by this. 

“And you put your hands on me” she grumbled it wasn’t fair that the alpha knew her. knew the right spots, the right places to grip to touch. 

“Since when were you one to complain about that” he smirked, his hands still on her. She pulled away, looking at him. It was hot, she had to admit. His face was smug, his brows raised like she could ever say no to him. 

“Since I don’t know? You ignored my text” she pointed out. Louis was quick to move away, a bit the loss of his warmth in the form of a shiver. 

“Babe, what? I didn’t ignore-” he was lost, unsure of what she was talking about, but he could smell it on her, the slight, bitter, sour smell.

“Oh please don’t act dumb with me, you’re just a dumb-” he waved his hands, brows furrowed as he not only thought but spoke at the same time. 

“Love- what?” 

“You’re an ass, at least be fucking honest with me. If you wanted to end this deal you could have just fucking said so. You alphas and-“ 

“Hazel” the name made her head turn. 

“What” she stopped Louis hands on her shoulders, snapping her head up the motion the cold air making a shiver go up her spine as she looked at him truly. He looked confused, his scent and face matching the emotion. His scent was different, turned down in a way, but it made no sense why he was sad. he was the one who- 

“Hazel, I didn’t ignore your text… i didn’t even know you texted me” his voice was laced with confusion. His structured face tilted, cheekbones sharp like he was waiting on her to say something. 

“Well you did, you left me on read, asshole”  she muttered the last word under her breathe trying not to be so angry but she was lost. Why would it say read? Her phone was perfectly fine. 

“I lost my phone, there’s no way I could have opened it. Zayn just gave me my phone back now” he pulled out his phone, turning it on in front of her, her watching the screen as it powered on, the battery percentage was low as she could see barely functioning. There’s no way he could have known. 

“But it said you read it” she pouted, her hands crossed as she looked at him, louis’ face soft though she could still see the sadness in a way. she probably shouldn’t have called him an asshole but she just wanted answers. which he still hadn’t given, well in her book enough. 

“Darling, I don’t know what you want me to tell you, but there’s also been a glitch? at least on my phone, too” she sighed the coil of embarrassment rushing to her face as she turned away. Now she felt stupid, idiotic at that. She hated how this felt, now she wanted to run, any urge or want to fix this she’d rather put it away. Away from her mind because now she had just called him a dumb alpha, he’s not… she finds him quite smart actually. 

“It’s okay, you know” she still wasn’t looking at him, keeping her head low as she continued speaking. “I don’t know what you said but I’m sure it was important,” she rolls her eyes. it was, but now, was not the time. 

“No, no, it’s fine it’s nothing,” she shook her head, Louis shaking his as he watched her. She was always dismissive of her feelings and what she wanted. He hated to see it play out in real time, especially with him. 

“It couldn’t have been anything Hazel, cmon” she knew he was right; she had snapped at him, the bubbling anger, and cruel words she had used as he had only been confused with her, but she didn’t want to bother him. 

“it really wasn’t-” her body curled in she felt quite small in the moment his eyes lingered on her. Hazel loved his attention, the way he looked at her, but in the moment, she’d rather not, save herself the embarrassment of the simple text she had sent that he didn’t even see. 

“love-”

“I just wanted to talk, okay” her tone surprised him, herself included, as he backed away, backing off his scent less in her space, she wanted to pull him back in, Louis cleared hit throat. 

“We’ll talk” his answer was simple, short, and quick, taking her by surprise as she found herself confused. It shouldn’t have been that easy, shouldn’t have been easy for the words to slip out of his mouth for him to not ask questions or pry; he should be different. 

“Wha- what” louis sighed, shaking his head as she stuttered across her words, she knew it didn’t mean much, but she could feel the way her body was reacting to him. He hadn’t even done much, the flirting at a minimal, he just cared, listening to her, wanting to hear her, even if she was a bit of a brat. 

“We’ll talk, just… just don’t do that again. Talk to me, use ur words. i wasn’t trying to ignore you but without a phone it’s fucking hard” he laughed her feeling that slight guilt creep in as she watched his whole body move. She loved watching him, the way his hands moved as he talked his body exuding confidence as he spoke. She loved it, his presence even in this moment, she wanted him all to herself, him and his alpha.

“Use your words, pop princess” she nodded her head still thinking about how much better it’d be if they could talk right then, but she had a show, so she looked at him again. Louis nodded his head waiting. 

“Ye- yes, that’s good” she hated how even his words now affected her. His hands brushed hers as he walked the opposite way again. The imprint of his fingers lingered as she walked to Ayana’s room. It was all she could think about. 

She finally made her way past everyone, leaving the room her and Louis were in. The mini talk from Zayn on the way stopped her, his voice in her ears, but if she was honest, she was not listening no thoughts just him and his words. Hazel felt good, she hated that it had her that worked up but at least she said something because now she was here, and they fixed it. 

We’ll talk. 

We’ll talk. 

We’ll talk. 

We’ll talk. 

The words rang through her head as she looked at him. His smile was prominent, the way it may have been in dim lightning, but he looked so golden, so perfect. The creases under his eyes as they still stared a each other. Something in her wanted to kiss him, to kiss him in front of everyone not a care in the world. 

She was glad they solved the miscommunication; the joy she felt radiating was enough for her. She knew she smelled sweeter than her dancers, giving her that knowing look, she was easy to read. They did the little countdown, her getting ready with the dancers to go out on stage. Hazel looked at him one more time, his eyes still on her, the look making her walk on stage with a blush. 

He’s gonna be the death of me, but it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. 

📸‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

The show had ended, and her having one of the best shows. She had run on pure adrenaline, her body feeling lifted as she and Louis made up. She knew it wasn’t how she wanted to have a conversation, but she had to get it out. She knew their voices had probably been heard by Zayn, but he hadn’t questioned her only sent a smile her way, staying quiet in the dressing room. She had calmed down from adrenaline. 

Though when Louis had asked her if she still wanted to talk, she felt her heart pick up. She was ready but nervous as always. He just had that effect on her, on Hazel, getting her all worked up, even if it was the small things. She found herself nodding her head, not sure if the words would come out. Hazel and he moved away, Louis letting her get dressed, waiting for her to meet him. 

She had gotten in the car, the fans outside, she tried her best to get pictures, Louis making sure to get a few shots. He knew exactly what he was doing, as he stood from afar at first, then, after she met some, getting footage of them with their permission.

After they got in the car, fans were still there, the flashes going off as she got in Louis behind her. She could feel it. The pounding in her head and chest, she wasn’t sure why she got like this, how even meeting her fans the past few days had her feeling more anxious. Hazel was thinking too much. Zayn had been talking to her, his voice keeping her there but if she was honest, she just wanted to be with Louis. She owed it to him, but mostly to herself, to let this happen. 

“H you okay?” his voice finally got her attention. She looked at him, not seeing it all but Louis’ little side eye. He was worried, of course, the two were in sync, she swore. The car ride went smoothly after that. Louis scooted closer to her, it wasn’t too much, her thighs touching his as she looked at the window. 

“I’m fine, just wanna get back” Zayn’s look told her he didn’t believe her, but she didn’t care, she wanted to go back, not think. She was taking in small breaths, watching as the city passed. It relaxed her as she thought about how to tell him, but all she could think of was that day, and it kept spinning. Replaying in her mind like a broken record, only piece at a time, but each word hurting more than the last. 

She was snapped out of her thoughts by a tap on her leg, Louis' hand being the one she saw Zayn yelling out at them as he was clearly further out of the car. Her body moved more slowly than before, following them. As they got to the side door, Zayn gave her a pointed look, he wanted details; that was a definite. Louis waited for her; he was still silent, clearly letting Hazel guide him. The cinnamon took over her nose as she came closer to him. God, no matter what, she knew she’d never get tired of it. 

She walked past him, choosing to take the stairs; it’d be a bit of a walk, she knew, but she also was not in the mood to deal with her mind. Hazel couldn’t look at him, didn’t want to see him, his handsome face looking at her, waiting to hear what she had to say- she was the one to ask for this after all.

Once they got to the room, she wanted to laugh; both of them were out of breath. She knew stairs did that to you, but she also couldn’t help the giggle that left her lips as she looked at him. His eyes met hers, and she found the two of them laughing. It felt nice, the air lighter, she could smell it a little, how their scents mixed, making her want to get them in the room quicker. She wanted that in her room.

She opened the door, holding it for him as he walked behind. She moved to the bed, putting her phone down as Louis sat too. They sat on the bed across from each other, Louis being the furthest away. He had sat further from her, giving her space. It stung a little, but she knew he was just giving her space. He spoke first, though, surprising her as she listened to him. 

“You don’t have to tell me, Hazel. If you don’t want to” he wasn’t looking at her, his arms still more open, she moved to him. Closing the gap as she got in between his legs, the position made her feel a bit more at home. 

“I want to, I promise,” she sighed, her head not sure where to start. Her mind racking through the memories, each time, and how it ended. How she finally decided to leave him, and what made her like this, so scared, hesitant, and tentative. She began the story. 

📸 ‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

He had texted her, his words coming across sweet, genuine, and kind. At least that’s what she thought, her mind was racing, thinking as she looked over the next. It had been two days. Two days since the incident, and she had found herself alone, more alone than ever as she hadn’t told anyone about that night.

Not even Zayn. In fact, she had been avoiding him like the plague for the last 48 hours, which normally wasn’t long to most, but to her, to him, it was a lot. He was her PA he had grown fond ot their friendship,a year in the making. It was a lot of work in ways, but he knew it was worth it. She knew he was one of the best things in her life besides her mother. He never judged her, not even when she had decided to turn this thing with Dean into something real. 

She had first met Dean under different circumstances, her management suggesting, well, deciding more like- for her, that the two should be a stunt. She never understood why they needed her to have one, she’d date who she wanted, and if they needed to, they could vet them, but that’s not how they saw it. 

They saw how with her latest real relationship had gone, how once they broke up and her album came out a couple of weeks later, numbers were up. Bigger than they thought at first, more than they had even begun to predict. She hadn’t gotten a number 1 on the charts, but she found herself being asked more and more who the songs were about. They’d made sure of that. Made sure to find ways to sneak it because the numbers didn’t lie. 

So when she had begun working on her second album, telling the producers the concept, she knew they’d be hesitant. The album was loud in ways, reminiscing on her and love, the love she didn’t experience, the love she did, and how each time the public thought they knew her, they didn’t. 

Dean had seemed a fair choice, the easiest and nicest out of all of them, as he smiled at her with pearly white teeth, slight dimples, his green eyes meeting hers. She felt safe, his scent was nice, like oakwood, a fresh scent, but it was comforting. As he laughed at her quirky, odd, and bad jokes, telling her he didn’t want to be there either. His slightly wavy hair framed his face he looked harmless, like a puppy. Too bad puppies also bite. 

The dates were good with him, like a puppy; he was cute, sweet, and entertaining to be around. She liked him, he made it easy, he made her feel like she wasn’t crazy. He took her on dates like a gentleman, his hands wouldn’t linger too much. He did what she asked, and she liked that, loved how, as an omega, for once, he gave her some power in the stunt. Most of the time, alphas took the lead, taking it more away from her, not giving her a chance to be who she wanted, or to even pretend to be herself. He did. 

Which is why it came as no surprise to her or Zayn that she fell for him. She hadn’t meant to. Told herself that once it was over, it’d be good. But she knew how these contracts worked, it’d been getting less predictable, Simon changing them up as he saw fit, if it was working- extended, it wasn’t working- cut it. Even the stunts she worked with hated it too, she knew it wasn’t up to them, this was the industry. The one she had chosen to join, and sometimes she can’t tell you if she wanted this anymore. 

So when he asked her out, in quite a sweet way too, she said yes, but Hazel knew better. So she told him they had to keep it a secret. She didn’t want things worse, didn’t want them to use her real relationship. She’d seen this before, she’d seen the way they used it, so when Dean went along telling her how much he loved her and that he’d do what she wanted, she felt good. Safe even. 

It hadn’t been bad, for the first few months the album came out, she got a number 1 on the Billboard, in the UK, and several countries. It’d been good for her, been good to have a hit or two, or three…could you blame them, the public was entranced by her. The omega pop star has them all by her heart; she knew it too, using each interview as time to be more and more bold. Dean had encouraged her, sometimes coming with her to the shows. She knew that it was suspicious, but nobody seemed to care in fact she got more time with her boyfriend, so who was she to complain? 

It hadn’t gotten bad till recently, it started small, when she was on tour. His little comments about how many people had been flirting with her. Since she had been out later than usual with her team, she just wanted to celebrate. She also wanted to be with him, but he didn’t seem to be in the mood. He hadn’t been in the mood more and more as the time passed on tour, but he told her it was fine. 

But it as time passed it wasn’t fine, fine would be a gracious word for what they had. She was tired, her body and mind exhausted day after day. Her omega was weak, she knew it, she hadn’t been going to depri she told herself she just needed to stop fighting with him, and when she had his scent, she’d be good. But that wasn’t all, she knew it, Zayn knew it too but they kept those words lingering in the silence. 

Dean was a bad boyfriend, well, according to Zayn, the omega had kept telling her she could do better, even suggesting she break up with him, on tour. She refused, hating that for even a second she considered it. That night, when she went to him, after Zayn told her, they’d fought again, his tone was raised as she told him to hush. She hated how his voice sounded lately. He was more alpha-like, alpha-like like but not in the way she liked. She wanted to cower away like he was using his alpha voice, it felt unsafe, like she didn’t have control over her omega, and that was dangerous. 

She hadn’t told him about her being transgender, most alphas would run, call her a freak, or ask her invasive questions. Hazel knew the drill, but Dean was different; he hadn’t asked her why she had breast surgery, he just murmured how she still was hot in his eyes so he couldn't care less. 

But he had been pushing more, asking for more she hated it, hated the disappointment on his face as she told him she was not in the mood. Telling him she was too tired, which she wa,s but it was different; she knew why they’d hadn’t gone all the way. She wanted to tell him, she wanted it to be special if he said he still wanted her. She was surprised he didn’t know, but she forgot how good of a job she’d done, how she always had been like this. How life had been like this but she thought she was ready, she thought she was, but now he was changed, morphed into something else.

She found herself more angry, a mix of sorrow too deep in her gut as they approached the end of the tour. Dean had changed, he was closed off, harsh, brash with his words, using them more ot hurt her than to comfort her. She knew he didn’t mean it; she tried to tell herself that, but things had just gotten so bad. 

Her omega was rather scared, she didn’t want to admit it, didn’t like how if she told Niall he would tell her what Zayn did. Your partner is meant to protect you, not make you need protection. 

The words stuck in her head and she knew that she had to do something now. In the present day. He had texted her, not once, not twice, she felt her phone last night going off. She had to turn it on Do Not Disturb, silent, and block it out with earplugs. When Hazel had gotten to her phone, opening it she saw the number her eyes in shock. 110 text messages, from him…alone. Zayn had called her and texted her but that wasn’t important. 

Her chest hurt, her body in aching pain as she felt her head thrumming, her heart pounding in her chest and ears as she got to his name. She saw Niall’s contact, his name still there, though she knew she had blocked him, the guilt was still in her head. His words still told her she could get out, but she ignored it. Picking Dean’s contact the LOML <3 name, making a shiver go down her spine. She felt herself wanting to apologize, but she hesitated instead of reading all of his messages. It was clear it affected him, she could see the times next to each text, each one sounding more frantic, more apologetic or more angry? She couldn’t tell, if you asked her, she just wanted it to stop. 

The fights, the apologies, she’d been doing that a lot lately, telling him she was sorry, she wasn’t even sure what for, she couldn’t tell you. He’d only apologized when things got physical, when he’d grab her too hard a small bruise, or he’d pinch her, it wasn’t often, he didn’t mean it…it’d been accidents. His words were easy for her to believe, as she read the text, she could feel it. 

He seemed sorry, his apologies growing more and more, as she read them further and further. 

LOML <3

Baby, please tell me you’re okay?

I’m sorry 

I'm really sorry, I shouldn’t have hit you

You deserve better than me 

I’m an idiot baby, please, just tell me you’re not gonna call them 

You’re my girl, you know that, I’d never intentionally hurt you 

I’m sorry, baby, please just let me come back 

Let me make it up to you, I can do better 

I’m sorry, really, I didn’t mean to 

It’s been nearly to days, Hazel, please

Let me at least make it up to you before you decide to break up with me

I’ll take you out and we can fix this, no camera, no paps, just us….

Baby?

Baby, please

Haz

Darling

Her eyes wandered over the last few words, the pleas of guilt, him saying he’d make it up to her. It all sounded good in her head, the way he’d probably bring her flowers, take her out, and apologize. Mostly, she wanted him to apologize. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind, but now she wanted it, so she texted him asking when. 

He had responded quicker than ever she could feel the eagerness dripping through the text as she asked, and he agreed. She knew it was quick, that it might be too soon, but she wanted to hear him out, she couldn’t avoid him forever, what’s the worst that could happen, she thought. 

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He laid her on the bed, her body hitting the mattress of her bed softly; it felt nice against her skin, though the dizzy feeling persisted. She knew something was up, but it was truly hard to tell. Hard to wrack her brain as to why she was feeling this. Her limbs felt weak,her  head fuzzy, mind spinning, vision a little blurry in a way, but it’s like she couldn’t move. Couldn’t find it in her to move, she wanted to give it to him, he’d asked so nicely and she knew it was better to have him one last time, just this once. 

He was speaking, his voice a little deeper than usual she could hear his want behind it, she knew he was looking at her as he undressed her, his hands usually were warm, soft on her, but it felt different, a spark of interest, the hairs on her legs standing up as he helped get her jeans off. She couldn’t tell you what he was saying, if he was asking her something, or apologizing, which he already had, but still, she knew something was off. Her body was reacting, though, her omega wanting to crawl out at his scent that used to bring her comfort, grounding. She knew she was wet, knew her slick was definitely there as he had lifted her shirt a little, small kisses on her belly. He was making her feel wanted, yet in her head, she couldn’t feel that. It was painfully obvious to her that she wasn’t sure anymore, but she knew Dean. Knew how he got when she backed out of anything even remotely sexual, which she had her reasons for. She hadn’t been ready. She was proud of who she was, even if she hid it from him, she was proud, but taking the next step in this moment… it just- Hazel couldn’t tell you why, but something felt off . 

He was still kissing on her stomach, soft sighs escaping her lips as she found herself trying to let go, trying not to overthink it but she was barely there. Even her chest felt light, yet heavy in a wya she couldn’t explain it so he let him work her up. Her omega was liking it, at least she tried to think, he was never one to give her much attention during sex, mostly just using her for his pleasure- which she liked, but she liked when he took care of her, gave her a bit more attention than usual, making her body get worked up.

He wasn’t bad at it either in fact, through her dizzy vision, the blurred ceiling fan staring right back at her she knew this was better than before but something was telling her it wasn’t right that her limbs shouldn’t feel this weak that the black spots in her vision weren’t right but she didn’t know what to do, so she closed her eyes, she could trust him. 

She could trust him. 

Her eyes were closed in bliss, trying to think about how good it feels, how good he feels, his hands on her, holding her so softly, like she was something for him to hold onto. Hazel was trying, she really was, he had lifted up her shirt, pushing it over her head, leaving her in the comfy black bra she had picked out that evening. 

She laid back down, and as she closed her eyes again, feeling better within the dark, she felt him slip it off, what she assumed to be her underwear. The movement was smooth, her legs shivering as she felt his breath on them, hairs standing up.

Then it stopped, most other sensations in her body feeling numb, she couldn’t hear him, her eyes still closed as she went to open them, she felt his hands leave. The pressure left, the empty feeling, the silence now filling her ears as she opened her eyes finally. She looked below her, where he would be and he was there, but his face told a different story.

His face was scrunched up, his body further than before, she couldn’t really see his face, but she saw something deeper, something that wasn’t desire nor want… disgust. 

“It doesn’t look right” his voice was deep like he was growling as he said it. It threw her off, her body more awake, omega more in tune as he spoke. His hands which were on the rim of the bed moved as he scooted back. 

“What are you-”

“It doesn’t- you’re a freak what the hell” he had stepped back, the anger coming out more clearly in his voice as his hands pointed to where he just was. She didn’t get it. Didn’t understand her mind so hazy as he was murmuring words, pacing a little, and she didn’t get why her brain couldn’t think properly as she sat there looking at him. 

“I’m- Dean what’s wrong don’t you- don’t you want…me?” she felt stupid as she was basically begging him in way. She hated how he made her feel, how right now her body still wasn’t coming out of whatever mode it was in. 

“Hazel, why would I want to- to- be with someone who’s- thing? looks like that- it’s hideous, looks like you should have a cock instead if i’m honest” the words slipped out with ease, and she knew he meant it but that didn’t stop it from hurting from making her want to snap back. 

“What if i had a cock then huh” she spoke the words quick and fast dean’s head looking at her with, confusion, anger, rage? She couldn’t place it but as he spoke again she knew she shouldn’t have said anything, her vision was still going in and out. The spots near him bigger as she looked at him speaking. 

“Hazel- don’t tell me you’re one of those fucking- fucking freaks? Those trans freaks who thinks their- you can’t be serious…I- I would have known” his voice faltered the stutters he let out, the more rising anger as he finished his sentence or two. Her body felt tense, she felt… scared? The way he was looking at her his lips curled into some less friendly expression, like how he looked before he hit her sinisterly. Her silence and lack of response were deafening. 

“Oh- great! I dated a trans freak, a fucking faggot too- god, the press will get a load of this if they find out- thought they’d have a interesting story after tonight but- this is-” Dean cut himself off, his laugh sinister, echoed in the room, she pushed her self up and back on the bed. Her arms still giving out, she didn’t know why, it all still felt bad like she’d eaten wrong, the nausea in my body-

“Did you-” her mind stopped trying to think if he was like that when he had given signs that he really was like that. That he’d think- thought- even about doing something so cruel to her.

“Did I what?” he was leaning in his body closer and she wanted to yell at him, push him away, stand up for herself as she did last time but it was stuck her body stuck. 

“You really think? I cared enough to make it up to you? You’re dumber than i thought I jist wanted to see if at least before I left you really were as good as any of your exes said, but i guess not” his words syncing in as she realized what he’d done, he didn’t care, not once this entire night, from the smiles to the jokes, to the switching up so quick. It made sense but she never thought he’d do this, she never thought he’d drug her. 

“You’re- you’re disgusting” she’d barely gotten the words out her body hating how it cowered as she looked him the eyes. His eyes were void like she knew there was nothing she could say or do, her body was giving out on her. The words coming out slowly, her limbs giving out, the spots in her vision, she felt it. She was panicking, Hazel had no idea what he had given her besides drugging her, so she prayed, as he spoke down to her like she was nothing.

“Maybe I am but when the world finds out all your exes were right, that you’re a trans thing, i’ll be the last one you’re worried about” grabbed her by the chin, making her look him in the eye as he spoke, she felt the tears coming down. Her body gave in to his gri,p letting him have full range till he let go. Her body dropped on the pillow as he let go, leaving her alone as she struggled to function. 

She knew it was going to get worse her body in a panic, a frenzy as she tried to feel around for her phone she didn’t know where she put it, knew it was all going to stop soon, her vision was increasingly going but she kept feeling for kept fighting the strength as she finally found it a gasp escaping her lips as she took it frantically trying to type to zayn which is all she remembers before the world went black. 

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“Hazel” she knew that tone knew what it was like the back of her hand, sympathy . The tears in her eyes were more dry now that she had finished the story. Louis’ arms wrapped around her body she couldn’t look at him, couldn’t find it in her to look at him. 

“I need you to look at me” he had grabbed her by the chin, it was soft, caring, less intense than she felt before. She knew it was 

“Did Zayn ever tell you the rest of what happened” she could see it in his eyes the curiosity he felt, but her memory was weak and foggy. The trauma of that day was more than enough for her to deal with, but truthfully, she didn’t know. 

“No but if I’m honest, I’m not interested in finding out. I- I hate that I even have to tell you this, it’s stupid,” she sighed, looking away from him though she knew he could still see her she felt ashamed, embarrassed, and she knew she shouldn’t be, but it was hard for her not to be. She didn’t go to Niall after her mom made her move in for the time being as she talked to someone else, but it wasn’t the same. 

“It’s not stupid, it explains a lot, and I’m sorry. You are so brave and strong, and I’m so glad you got out of that, away from him. You deserve better,” his words sank, she knew she did, her friends had told her, her mom had told he,r and she didn’t truly believe it. Not till she had his arms around her, till Louis came in and showed her that not all alphas are alike. Not all of them need to pop a knot to be satisfied with her, they could give more than they receive, and the realization was striking, had the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop it. 

“Good thing I have you” she turned her head again, not even sure at this point where to hide, as Louis chuckled, his hands running through her hair as she felt the redness creep in. 

“Good thing you have me” he kissed her head, the motion in combination with how prominent his scent was made her head fuzzy, a smile on her face. She hated how he was making her feel, how at first it was only lust but now it was deeper. She knew the word didn’t even want to think about it, but something was telling her it was that. 

“Louis..” Hazel’s words trailed off, Louis humming as she finally looked at him. She wanted to ask him, tell him what she was thinking, the way his eyes softly met hers, he was a safety net. A place of ease, she wanted it with him more, to feel him truly, but the words were stuck. Louis’ pretty face, his titled head, it made her omega melt. 

“I want- I want it with you” the words came out more hushed, less noise behind them as he looked at her, his face showing confusion. She knew she needed to say it louder, but the flush of nerves, the feeling of her heart in her chest, was making it hard. 

“You can say, babe. I won’t judge” his words soft as he looked at her, the look making her fold, give in, he was so… she couldn’t describe. 

“I want you. I know- I know i freaked out, but I want to- if you want only! I get it if you don’t-”

“Hazel, baby” and oh. That hit her, straight in her face, she swore the way his voice got deeper, his tone more dominant, laced underneath it as she made her look at him. His grip on her chin was harder this time not enough to bruise, but enough to have her green eyes boring into his. 

“You can tell me I promise I’m not here to judge” how words were sincere, genuine kind, which is how she found herself clearing her throat as she looked at him. 

“I want you to knot me,” she was loud and clear about what she wanted this time her voice not faltering at all as she looked at him. His face changed, his lips turned up, the lines under his eyes became more prominent as he looked at her. Louis’ face was saying a lot but his lips weren’t, and yet that was all she needed to know. 

“You want that? Want me to fill you up, love, stuff you full of my knot” smooth words, his voice strung through her ears as she felt her omega preen, the thought of it in her head had heat pooling in her stomach. She didn’t think this would be his response, as she nodded, his hands slipping further, her back to him as he caressed her waist. They might as well have been on her stomach. 

Hazel adjusted her body, the movement jostling the bed, the blanket moving a bit. She knew what it had done to Louis as he coughed, his hands still on her, but the spike in his scent the lingering sweetness behind it. 

“You alright there alpha” the teasing rolled off her tongue as he nudged her from behind, she laughed. She was right, Louis was definitely turned, no doubt, it did make her feel better. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, so if anything, this would go right. 

“Perfectly fine” he grumbled out as she faced him, his face giving it away, he was a bad liar that she knew. His body, his hands tighter on hazel, she knew he didn’t realize it, so she let him keep it there. 

“Sure sure, but if we’re honest… can we wait… just need a little bit to think about it” he shushed her, nodding his head as he took her in. Hazel didn’t feel pretty before when they got back, but now she did. She felt her body shiver as he spoke. 

“Was planning on letting this be up to you, just text me. Okay?” she nodded her head, letting Louis continue his movements. His hand on her waist, thumbing, pressing gently at her hip bones. She felt her eyelids get heavy as the time passed. His scent, his body, was the thing keeping her grounded and safe. Her omega was telling her to let go, to give in to the sleep that was ready to take over. So she did, the sleep taking over her. 

One day later. 📸 ‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

Lou <3 

I’m ready. 

Chapter Text

Louis told her he had a surprise, Hazel knew it was about time, though it had only been two or three days since the talk. He had been sweet, different in ways, more open with her as she felt his gaze on her, his eyes lingering longer. If you asked Hazel, she’d tell you it was nothing, but her heart felt in the way her omega was more set on him. It was like every movement had been different; every time he left her even a little bit of space, she felt herself let out a low whine. She wasn’t trying to do it, her body just gave in to instinct. 

So when he hadn’t texted her that whole day, she was worried, to say the least. Her body was not willing to give in to sleep as she knew she needed, as the last few shows had left her with little sleep and some nightmares about him, too. She knew the consequences of telling the story of reliving the past, and so here she was, frantic, waiting for Louis to come to her door. 

The soft knock on the door had her jumping up, her body. Hazel had been more alert than proven by the way she had heard the steps near the door, too, and she’d swear it was Louis. She had approached it a little upset, annoyed too as she opened the door to be met with a freshly showered Louis, his body looking clean, smooth, his stubble still there (she internally said a thank you) as he smiled at her with flowers in his hand. 

She wanted to yell at him, call him a straight-up idiot as she looked at him, his stupidly cute smile, his dimples popping out as he held them up at the perfect height. Hazel hated how cute he looked, how the shirt he was wearing fit him loose but fitted in some places the low U shape neckline where she could see the ‘It is what is it’ tattoo peaking out. She wanted him, she wanted him, but still her brain was telling her no. 

“You think flowers are gonna make up for you ignoring me all day” she crossed her arms the small, dramatic huff she let out as Louis stepped inside, watching her turn around, letting the door shut before she turned around. She was giving him that look that knowing look, as he sighed, gently placing the flowers down on the bed as he came back to her. 

“I’m sorry princess, wanted to make sure it was all set up and it took more time than I thought. I’m sorry baby” she knew he was good but the two pet names falling from his lips in one sentence? She wanted nothing more than to take the apology so quick.

“You’re lucky I like those pet names it still worried me though. Clear communication, remember” she pointed a finger at his chest Louis sighed, looking at Hazel in the eyes, his eyes softer than before. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was with him, how he admitted, owned up to his mistakes with her. 

“I’ll forgive you, but only if you have a good surprise” she winked at him, and Louis blushed. it should have been odd, she knew how little he blushed, but it only made her want to know more. He was thoughtful as always, so she knew it had to be something good. 

“You’re gonna like it just trust me baby” he grabbed her hand as he guided her out of the room. Hazel pretended to be a little skeptical, though they both knew the truth she wanted this she’d take whatever if it was with him. 

He opened the door, moving them down the hall till they were in front of a room, not one either of them had been in before a brand new room. She looked a the door, the numbers blurred as she read over the words next to it in bright gold. “President's suite,” she gasped, letting of of his hand as she turned and faced the alpha in front of her. He was smiling, nodding his head at her as she kissed him on the cheek. 

“Don’t get too excited, you haven’t even seen it” she swatted her hand at him playfully as he gamely went up more behind her instead of beside her, his hands resting on her waist as he went to whisper in her ear.

“Can I?” he asked, his hands going to cover her ears, the softness of his voice sending a shiver down her spine. She looked at him truly, his head between her shoulders as she nodded her head, his hands cupping her eyes gently. He moved his hands to the door, getting it open as he helped her in, telling her how to move forward.

Hazel was a little nervous, the sparks she felt, the tingling in her bones a she blindly walked further into the room. She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew enough; his voice was grounding, comforting as he told her just how far to step and when to stop. They finally paused. She knew she was facing something she had to be, as his hands left, her eyes still closed, waiting for her. 

“You can open them now” his voice was a little distant, but she let out a surprised gasp, her breath caught in her throat as she looked at the bed in front of her. The bed was decorated, not to heavy with candles around in the fairy lights on the headboard, some roses lay gently leading a path to the end. She didn’t need to hear Louis’ explanation for what it meant, why he did this for her. She saw the drinks, the wine on the mini side dresser, and the small plates of fruit. He wanted her, and this was his way of showing it. 

Her mouth was still gaping open, the words stuck in her throat as she didn’t know how to say thank you, or truthfully what she was supposed to say, she wanted this. Wanted him in all the ways she could have him. Louis felt like the gift that kept on giving, and as she looked around it was then that she really took a deep breath, his cinnamon scent filling the room, making her knees weak. 

“Thank you” she whispered softly, taking his hands as she walked the two to the bed, the soft sheets feeling nice against her skin. The bed dipped as the two sat there, and when their eyes met, she could feel the tension rise; the air was thick, filled with what was to come, or who you could say. 

“You’re welcome, I wanted to make this special. I know you want this, but I want you to see what I see. No matter what that dick head said, you’re beautiful I just know-” she kissed him. Pressing her lips to his, cutting him off, but she didn’t need to hear more, she wanted more. She wanted it all with him tonight, she wanted to feel him, take him. 

Her thoughts were everywhere, her mind still focused on him but she had something else in her mind. As she kissed him she still couldn’t help but think about what he said, how special it was. She wanted it to be special. 

“This is- um… odd, but could we, I don’t know, record it? I want to have this with you… I- actually it’s stupid, forget what I said, that’s weird isn’t it? You wouldn’t-“ he cut her off his lips on hers again. 

Louis kissed her, his lips against her as they kissed soft, just gentle kisses. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder as his hands went to her face. It was sweet, her mind dizzy as his hands cupped her face, the softness of his thumb on her cheek. He pulled back before responding, his mouth moving in slow motion as she listened. 

“It’s not stupid baby, this is your night. I’ll set it up just let me take care of you” she nodded her head as he pulled away. She wasn’t sure how he had it but the camera was in his bag; he’d gotten quickly. Setting it up with ease at the right angel she admired how easy he made it look. she couldn’t help but watch his muscle flex his fingers on the buttons as he angled it right, facing the bed from the mini table in the middle of the room. He was a dream. So when he came back walking over she couldn’t help but pull him back into kiss, a mix of soft and rushed as she felt him. His hands were on her, trailing with ease to all the right places, he knew her body, he was mapping it out. 

His stubble was on her face, it tickled a little, making her smile, pulling away from the kiss. Her body reacting more as he moved to her neck, kissing on the side of her bonding spot. It had her stomach tight, coiling with pleasure, she wanted to feel more of him. 

“Lou- Lou” he hummed against her skin, the slight vibration on her skin striking up through her body. The arousal that fluttered in her body as he kept going, she could smell him so strongly now. With the way he was practically scenting her, keeping her close to him, his hands on her back. 

She felt his teeth on her skin, grazing her bonding spot, his kiss sweet, but the bruises deep he tilted her head as she bit, not too much or too deep. But enough, it had her breathless, her body exhilarated with thrill. This was what it was meant to feel like, what an alpha who cared about her is supposed to be like. 

Louis was in too deep, he knew this as he pulled away, the pout on her face as she looked at him, that made him want to give it to her all. To show her what a real alpha was like how perfect she was to him. He knew it was a lot to take in as she bit her lip, the innocent motion, her doe green eyes looking at him. 

“You’re perfect,” he was breathless as he said it, she blushed, for the fist time that night. She didn’t know to respond, how to let him know that he was perfect too. She could feel something shift, the way he was looking at her, like he wanted her. 

“You don’t have to say anything. Tonight it's about you, so let me show you” she nodded her head, letting him lift her up a little, changing position so she was now laying on the bed, the pillow under her head as he hovered over him. 

“You gonna do something” she teased, a smirk on her face as he smiled back, his arms sliding up, hands sprawled out on her tattoos beneath the shirt she still had it on. Louis realized, giving her a quick peck before he moved it up over her head. The shirt went with ease, the bralette did her justice as she felt his eyes on her, on her breast. She wanted him more than ever, his head dipped as he kissed around her chest, soft lips lingering. It was genuine, authentic, and real. 

“Patience,” he winked at her before moving to her legs, moving further, kissing soft, butterfly-like kisses on her skin. She was in bliss, eyes closed as she let him take his time. She wanted this to last forever if she could. 

“you’re so pretty baby, you’re legs so long and they’re gonna look better wrapped around me” his hands sprawled across her thighs as he left gentle kisses, moving up giving soft bites, the sting, the burning sensation in her belly as he looked at her. he knew what he was doing. the sensation overwhelming yet he was just getting started. His blue eyes, sharp and constraining to the dim lighting in the room, the alpha stood out. His cinnamon scent was thick, swirling in the room like it was meant to be lingering within her nose, her brain, and she felt infused with him. like he was engraving, carving himself into her. 

Hazel let Louis continue. watching from above as his hands kept her legs open, as she’d try to close them from the way the cool breeze hit her. She felt good, sensational at that, and he hadn’t touched her, hadn’t even laid his fingers on her truly. Louis' gaze was focused solely on her, her mind was blank, and this time with all the right reasons. 

He was kissing her thighs, getting closer and closer to her slick. She knew it was on her thighs, she felt it as he took off her panties earlier. The wet gliding sensation had her turned on more than before. He’d done this; he had her sprawled out, letting him see her, see one of the parts she was most ashamed of; the part of her that she never wanted anyone to see. And she’d get it all back on film.

She knew it was an odd request to have him film their first- her first time having someone truly go down, and in her, but she wanted it. It wasn’t the appeal of it being a secret but the idea that she could look back on it, and if it happened to be with the alpha she was falling for more and more every day, she didn’t mind. 

Hazel knew how hot she looked but god her eyes rolled to the back of her head a moan leaving her lips as she found herself more and more vulnerable yet he was taking it in. his nose was in her hip bones, the tickling bringing less of a giggle but a breathless pant out of her mouth. she felt like she was son cloud nine and it was only getting better. 

She let him tease, let him keep his fingers right above where she wanted- needed him. The alpha was taking his time, like he’d promised her, though his lack of speech and more of his movement had her worried. But she told herself it was fine. She didn’t need his words, his actions were enough. 

When she looked down again, she found herself meeting his eyes, her green met his blue and in that moment she felt it shift, at least on her part, she didn’t know if he felt it but she did the way his eyes dug into her like he was searching for something more than before. He kissed the her hip bones his eyes on her as he sucked and bit into her skin, the combinaiton having her eyes blissfully closed. She didn’t need to see what he was doing to get her going, she was already there. 

“Louis, I-” her body betrayed her as she was going to ask for more, going to ask him to give in to what she wanted, for his nose to nudge further than the top of her pelvis. But he smirked, a smile against his skin as he pressed further, looking at her as he did it further, he was so close to the top of her pussy, where she could feel the slick coming out where she could feel it all coming rushing to her. She knew for a fact that she was going cum soon, to let go and do it al untouched if he kept going. It was like he sensed it, pulling back as he looked at her. 

“You’re so pretty, princess. The most gorgeous omega I’ve ever seen,” he had moved over her, ignoring the throbbing beneath him, of her body, the slick looked good, like he could just taste it in his mouth, but instead he kissed her. Hazel wasn’t surprised by any means, she felt her body move into his as his lips took hers. It was gentle, not like other kisses where they’d felt heated, in a rush, the adrenaline pulsing in her veins. No, this felt different. This felt less like something to be taken but given, like a fruit in summer, she wanted to remember it, how he felt against her lips. The way his stubble was on her, the slight burn as she kept kissing him, his hands were on her chin, her face cupping her as her hands were on his neck.

His shirt was still on, and she was tugging at it, wanting to feel the heat of the alpha’s skin on her, so as she whined into his mouth, Louis pulled back his eyes, looking at her. The swollen lips of hers that had definitely lost all the lip gloss she had been wearing earlier, the blush behind her cheeks, her curly hair a slight, entangled mess as she looked at him. 

“What do you want, darling?” she opened her mouth, trying to speak while Louis’ eyes were clearly on her lips. He had licked his as she tried again, her body just wanting more; she couldn’t describe the haze she was in; she just knew she wanted him to control it, but to feel him. 

“Cmon, darling, tell daddy what you want” he kissed her cheeks, peppering her face as he spoke slowly. The words processed in her brain as she found herself nodding, his beard had touched each part of her face, and it was satisfying, like he had claimed her in a way his lips had on her.  

“Want your shirt off” she’d finally whispered it, enough that Louis could hear it she hoped, though the alpha made it clear he heard her as he stood up a bit more from being over her as he lifted his shirt, Louis’ scent becoming even more. The air felt like it was all him, with hints of her smell too, but cinnamon, fresh, and just the right amount of hints of honey in it. He was sweet, and as she raked her eyes over his body, the hair on his chest trailed down to his sternum, she couldn’t help the licking of her lips, biting them down as he finally looked back at him. 

“Like what you see hm” he hummed. Hazel nodded her head a little quicker as he let out a laugh. The noise, like a melody in her ears, she wanted to see him, hear him all day. His smile is radiant as he leaned back over her, his face inches from her, she didn’t know what to do. But he looked at her, the crinkles under his eyes like lines of art, perfectly meant for his face, the upturn of his pink lips, a little thin but made for her plump ones. 

“Gonna make you cum twice, one when i eat you out the other on my cock. Okay?” his question, more like a statement, had her dizzy as she frantically nodded her head, wanting the heavy yet amazing feeling in her head to go away, to take over. She kissed him, he hadn’t moved away, just let her lean up, taking his lips, as she cradled his jaw a bit. He let her hold him as his hands moved to her waist, getting some of the sides of the bed dipped. She couldn’t stop smiling, as they continued to kiss for a few minutes, from small nibbles on lips to nose bumping and small giggles. 

She felt safe, comforted, warm, from more than just his soft hands but his presence, his eyes, the way he was looking at her like this was it, like she was the only omega he had eyes on- she hoped it was true. 

They stopped kissing as he moved to her neck and collarbones, making quick work over her body like he couldn’t get enough, like she was a painting trying to make it work. Each hickey was different, each time he sucked on her skin it was softer, or harder than the last she thought he had a pattern like he was alternating from each one to the next but he proved her wrong. He was finally getting closer again, she could feel the clear substance running down her legs, how it felt heavy as it came out of her. She knew it wasn’t ideal to have it all on her legs, but she knew he’d take it, use it in some obscene way, and he did. 

Once he had finally been face to face with her, seeing her vagina, the tan and pink lips facing him she couldn’t help but let out a shudder she knew how this went she knew how she looked down there, how according to Dean it “didn’t look right” but she prayed to herself as he looked at her before he spoke. 

“You’re so pretty angel, all wet for me, slick covering your thighs. I’m so lucky to have you, your pussy was made for me” the new pet name had her moan so loud she was sure at least trhee doors down they could hear it. 

Angel. 

Angel. 

Angel. 

Angel. 

He called her an angel, like she was some gift god sent from heaven, an angel. The name meant more than she could think, as she found herself looking at him, her chest rose up and down, her nipples perked up, the cool air hitting her body as his breath fanned against her. His fingers trailed down, meeting where his breath was as I traced her outer lips, the slight pressure making her want more; she wanted him in her, on her. 

“More- more- please,” she knew she sounded wrecked, desperate, but Hazel didn’t care as that was all it took before the alpha beneath her licked, it wasn’t tentative, not soft, it was everything she needed. Just the right sensation as the pressure off his tongue as he began to take her in his mouth.

Louis was quick to lick inside, using his fingers for leverage as he licked, a small nibble just enough to keep her on edge as he swiped his tongue different direction. Side to side, the contrast to the direction of her lips as made her gasp as he switched it. 

His hands were on her, keeping her open as her legs wanted to close it almost feeling too much with how much he had given her. With how eager the alpha was to please his girl, his omega who was letting him have her. She felt like she was in heaven as he pushed his fingers a little in the pressure, the opening as they stretched her lips wider, his tongue slipping in. he felt her walls around him the sensation as he felt her body close on him, trying his best to keep her legs open as she panted. 

“God, Lou, daddy” she gasped, trying to hold it together but he hummed in response, the vibrations sending something through her. Her hands flying, trying to find a place to be, her head clear, unable to respond, to put together proper thoughts as she found her body giving in, her omega wanting everything he could give her and more. 

Her arms were a mess, she couldn’t tell you where she wanted them or where she was putting them. Her body was thriving, the bubbling in her belly as she felt the pleasure come closer and closer. In waves, seas as he’d switch it up, using his tongue to press, to get it all wet, his saliva mixing with her slick, she tasted sweet to him. He loved how it tasted in his mouth, how she was sweet like the vanilla she smelled like, how the substance stuck to his tongue as he got more and more out of her. 

“Hold still, darling” he was sweet about it, but a rough edge, the alpha in his voice; she knew it was over. As he looked at her, that pointed look she loved that he gave her when he wanted his pop princess to obey, to do what he asked, and on a day like this, she did. 

He moved his hands from her pussy, moving them instead to her thighs keeping them open wider as she struggled to close them her hands finding his head, just giving pressure a butnotugging but running through his hair her head was spacey blank and she wasn’t sure how she was going to survive two orgasms but she knew she could. If Daddy asked her, she would. She knew she could. 

He had still been going, his tongue hitting the right spots more and more deeply and deeper. Her walls clenching around him as Hazel found herself close, closer to the edge her stomach getting tighter, her clenching her vagina, louis groaned as he knew she was close he kept pushiing, holding her tighter letting her guide his head further and further in, he let her. 

“Cum when you want” and as soon as the words left his mouth as he went back to eating her out the white waves of pleasure took over her brain eyes closed as she came with a moan of his name, her body slumping back more as his mouth continue a bit letting her body still go. He kept going a little more before the sensitivity kicked in, her grumbling a bit as he moved away from her. 

“Wanna suck your cock” she may have been senstive still after theorgasm but she soemhwo felt coherent enough to ask for him. He looked at her wearily, as she made grabby hands at him, making him pull of boxers his cock curving as he pulled the black material down. Her mouth watered, seeing how good it looked, how it hung just right, she knew she wanted it, in her mouth, the drool was there for sure.

Louis chuckled, moving back to the bed, his body going near her as she pulled him by his hips, the grip strong enough, taking him and her by surprise as she moved forward. She wanted him to fuck her mouth wanted him to take what he wanted what he needed from her. 

“Want me to fuck your pretty mouth” his hands cupped her chin as the other pressed down on her still swollen lips. She was looking at him with that look, the doe eyes she knew she could give everyone, and they’d give in, and he did. He knew his girl, his omega better as he moved over her his cock dangling right in front all he had to do was lower it and she’d catch it.

She looked him in the eyes, his breath nearly getting caught as she winked at him, a subtle nod of her head as she found herself being fed it. He was gentle as he did it, she noticed that, and he was going slow, a little too slow for her liking, so she pulled him forward, the motion making him stumble a little, but she got to work. 

Her mouth moved over him with skill and precision as she took his head deep, hollowing her cheeks as she let him all in. She breathed through her nose as she let him move back out, the motion smooth, him coming nearly all the way back out before he shoved back in. It was smooth but soft at first. Like he was trying to get a feel out test how deep he could go before his baby gagged testing how much she would give in, how easily her lips sucked on his head as he pulled all the way out it was like a game. 

“You feel so good baby”, his voice was hoarse, shaky as he kept going, trying to keep his focus as he went on more and more. He was panting, sweat slowly making its way on his forehead, his hair messy as she kept letting him. She was obscene to look at; her pretty lips wrapped around him, the precum on the sides of her lips, eyes blown, cheeks flushed she knew and he knew what this was. 

For Hazel she loved it. Loved the ways he was simply a cock sleeve for him, something for him to use. Something he could just gain pleasure out of, no need to ask for permission, he just took and took, and she just gave and gave, she liked that. Liked the way the concept had become a reality. 

She was tight, her body peaking up in interest, her hole clenching more as he pistoned in her; she could see he was close. His face contorting more and more, she expected it soon, could feel it coming as he looked at her, moaning, then going back to snapping his hips. It was hot in every single way she loved it, but he did it so quickly she barely noticed it. 

He moved back his hips, stopping movement as he pulled out, a whine escaping Hazel’s lips, her omega wanting him back, close to her. He was quicker, though, as he leaned down, changing positions as he went in for a quick kiss, shutting her up quite effectively. 

Louis was smooth, the kiss this time a little dirtier as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, Hazel taking it with ease. She met him this time, using how open he was to get herself in, they danced around each other for those quick minutes before he pulled away. She wanted to cry she hadn’t made him cum yet but he hushed her like he sensed her thoughts. 

“Wanna cum inside you, knot you, if that’s okay? I’m clean,” a sigh escaped her lips as she looked at him, really looked at the 28-year-old man in front of her. He had tested himself, how quick, and where she didn’t know, but it had her wanting him more, wanting the alpha to be hers, nobody else’s hers. None of her last exes cared this much, and it was truly refreshing as she nodded, agreeing, not sure if she spoke, if she’d let out some words, or a cry. 

He lowered himself, moving her legs so they were bent, and spread his body between them. She had scooted back her body, now more on the comfy pillow he had arranged so nicely for her as she lay there. He smiled at her, moving close enough that if she moved, he might slip in a bit. 

“You ready?” his voice was steady, and as soon as she nodded, he pushed. The pressure was a bit much at first. She felt like the first time, how her body was rejecting it, but she had to breathe to let him in, he felt so good, fulfilling in a way she couldn’t explain, as he pushed in more and more. Each inch of him felt more filling, She could feel her omega excited, jittery in a way, but happy, content, and satisfied.

Louis had stopped once he was fully in, his hips in line with hers as he stayed there for a second, letting her adjust. Hazel kept breathing, her eyes having tears at the brim as she found herself more and more overwhelmed; she couldn’t believe this. She had let him in. 

“You can move now” Louis moved his hips back, her feeling less of him before he pushed back in the first few times, feeling a little strange, she couldn’t lie. But her body liked it, liked the way he was filling her, stuffing her full as she found her arms wrapping around his neck. 

As she wrapped them around his neck, he changed pace a little, moving faster, the bed moving with them, little squeaks of the wood-metal frame. She knew it was over, as he moved in again, but grabbed her legs, wrapping them around her as he changed angles, hitting it differently. 

“Right there,” the feedback clearly helping Louis as he moved his body more, pushing in and out using her legs to his advantage as she held him closer, tighter, liking this feeling. It was electrifying, having him in this way, seeing his face scrunched up as he concentrated. She didn’t know how he was still going; she knew he was close, and she was too. 

Her body had come back stronger, the slick in between them she knew was messy, she knew it as she felt it drip in between them, her body shivering at it. Louis kept going as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss, the angle a little awkward, but somehow it felt deeper. She could feel him in her stomach as he pulled away she could see it the slight pudge in her stomach from is cock, she tightened her vagina around him, the pleasure coming quicker. 

“Gonna cum?” she nodded her head frantically, feeling the tightness, the tension, a shoot of adrenaline making it’s way up her spine as he spoke. 

“Cum for me angel” her body let go holding onto to him as he worked her through it his body still chasing it but it wasn’t long till she felt it. The swelling of his knot, like a deep put in her stomach, formed as he released it, locking them together, her body going into complete shock as the waves of her orgasm hit her too. 

It had been on the rim, her body still trying to let in as her body released, the endorphins taking over as her vagina milked it, holding onto it with eveything in her. She could feel it, and so could Louis, his body giving in the knot being released, hit him like a ton of bricks. 

She saw black as she closed her eyes, letting out a scream as she felt him pulsing in her. The knot thick in her, she could feel it filling her up, him filling her up as he gently moved them. His knot was still in Hazel, and Louis was trying his best not to jostle her. 

She couldn’t tell you where she was, her mind just floaty, hazy, she felt wonderful. His hands were on her, she knew, could feel him holding her stomach, rubbing up and down her arms as he whispered sweet words to her. 

“Sleep omega,” so Hazel closed her eyes, letting the bliss take over her, the new lifted, weightless air surrounding her. 

Louis watched her fall asleep, watched the girl beside him as her eyes were closed in bliss, lips parted, and not much. She looked at peace, at ease with herself as her chest rose slowly up and down, Louis could only watch the omega. His heart was in deep he knew, he wanted her for more than just sex, for more than just a silly deal to help his company. 

He could feel his knot going down his body, feeling less connected to the omega in his arms, but he didn’t care. He’d keep her there forever if it meant having her close to him. Once his knot had gone down he was slow with it, gentle as he moved her to the other side, trying not to wake her. Though she did make a whine in her sleep, her arms reaching back out as his cock slipped out slowly.

Louis knew she wanted him back in her, but he knew better, plus he wanted to make sure she woke up clean. He knew how exhausted she must’ve been, she usually loved to sleep after, but this time they had done more, more than before. She was still reaching for him as he gently took her hand in his, pressing a kiss on it before telling her he’d be right back. He knew she didn’t hear it, but he got up fast, getting a warm towel.

It didn't take long before his alpha heard it, Hazel’s little whines in her sleep, and it made him work quicker. He knew she was going to be needy, wanting all his love, scenting and cuddling, so he made quick work. Moving his hands with ease, getting a large hoodie of his for her, scenting it to smell like him. 

Once he walked out, Hazel was up, her body slumped, clearly sleepy, but her grabby hands made him chuckle. He held her close, pulling her in as she fell asleep in his arms, the two falling asleep with a smile on their faces.

Chapter Text

She woke up dreary, he eyes feeling like they’d rather shut again as he rolled around in bed, turning from side to side as she peeked her eyes a little open to the dimly lit hotel room. There was a minimum amount of sunlight, the white ray peaking through the blinds in the peripheral of her vision if she looked hard enough, but she didn’t think about that. Instead, she found her arms stretching, reaching out ot the left side of her for the warming presence of the alpha. 

Her eyes widened at the coldness and lack of warmth next to her, taking her by force as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, looking at the missing, empty space right next to her. As Hazel stared at it she felt a panic come in her throat, the thought that he left her for good, that this was just a one time thing for him, he came, got what he wanted and left. She swivled her head in the room, her green eyes like surveillance camera trying to get it all at once, and she saw nothing. She felt the tears start to come, building up faster than a hurricane as she began to drift back into the sheets of their- her bed. 

The vibration and sharp ringtone of her phone woke her up more than the realization that he wasn’t there, though his scent was still heavy and lingering as he tried to get out of bed. In all honesty, she was less awake than she realized nearly tripping over her clumsy, long legs as she looked for her phone. She thought it’d be easier considering there was very little places for her phone to hide but it wasn’t till she made her way to other side of the room as she saw her phone and let out a gasp. 

She was so focused as he walked over not noticing the things in the way as she bumped into things seeing the beautiful sight in front of her, sunflowers, and daises. Right in front of the lamp on the mini desk where her phone layed it was so pretty, gorgeous the thoughts of Louis leaving her disappeared quicker as she picked up her phone looking at the flowers. She didn’t see who it was just clicked and swiped as she spoke. 

“Hello”

“Hi princess” his voice was smooth clear as day as his voice rang in her ears the nickname making the nerves in her stomach come to life. He sounded so awake she wasn’t sure how as he glanced at the time, it was too early for her, too much to think about this morning she cou;dn’t believe he was up. 

“Hi” she repeated her words again 

“Did you see the gift I got you” she looked at the flowers, her hands touching them again, she could feel her body involuntarily doing it, a smile.  

“Ye- yea im looking at it right now, its beautiful lou” the casual nickname had slipped out more and more and she was sure at some point he would catch on. It only got her a subtle hum from Louis before he spoke again. 

“Only the best for the best omega” the purr in his voice as he called her his omega, the buzzing in her belly, she was weak for it– for him. 

“Oh please” Hazel was trying to play it off pretend like her mind was not thinking of it how how he said it with ease. His response so quick, he knew just what to say to her. 

“Don’t please me, you’re such a wonderful Hazel” he always knew what to say but she couldn’t help the doubt in her brain. He was gone, and her omega was still yearning for him, wanting him in every way possible. 

“You’re only saying that because you bed me” she joked but there was some underlying truth in her mind thinking that if she joked it’d feel less though his words were helping. 

“i’m saying that’s cause i mean it” he changed his tone, that was clear as she felt a shiver go up her spine. he wasn’t using his alpha voice but there was always something about the way he spoke, deeper and more alluring, he mind going a little fuzzy. 

“Yea yea alpha, now where are you I miss you already” a heavy blush coated her cheeks as she admitted it out loud wanting to coil her body and as she finally sat down on the bed. The sheets were rough. A little wake up call her skin as the hair on her arms stood up waiting for his response. It didn't take long but it felt like forever. 

“I’m so so sorry, but I had a family emergency. Mom called in the middle of the night, had to book a flight and get there as soon as possible but I'll be back soon I promise just need to make sure everything’s ‘kay” his word surprised her she felt taken back as she realized that he never really had told her much. She knew him on surface level but not much about his family as he had mentioned his mom to her. Hazel knew a little bit about him from what she had gathered when she stalked him a little though she would never tell anybody that. But his words stuck. 

She felt horrible but also a little pout formed on her face as she thought of seeing him back at home in his hometown, where he belonged. She wondered how it looked, would he fit in with ease, how all his favorite places looked. But as she went to go speak she looked at the flowers again, seeing a little note on the side, making her curiosity peak. Her eyes wandered over the notebook paper the sweetheart that was drawn on the top of it folded in half a little mess clearly he was in a rush.

“Okay okay, I'm sorry I hope everything is alright. Just please let me know if you need anything, I'll be waiting for you” the end of her sentence slipped out before she could stop herself yet this time it felt right. 

“Of course omega, I also left some of my clothes for you in case you need them. I seriously am sorry, my mother is just- she’s gonna be okay. I think but, she usually never calls”

“Lou- louis, please stop apologizing. I'll be okay. I might want to pounce on you when you get back but we can talk about that later” they both laughed, she couldn’t see him but she knew how he looked, body hunched over as he was shaking head, he always did so that when she flirted with him. 

“Also when I hang up, can you look for my camera? I think I left it when I was in shock a rush and wanted to look over the film before I gave it to you” 

“Ooo so you’re gonna edit it” she giggled, she could hear him moving through the phone. 

“Baby-” 

“Think it’s gonna get you all hot and bothered” she bit her lip, he couldn’t see it, but her thoughts were wild, her mind thinking about how good he looked. How his body would react to seeing them together, him on her, her moans, his hands mapping her out, the way they looked like a painting. 

“Princess-“ 

“Gonna get you hard as you watch it all back” she was now breathless too, her words heavy in the space of her room, and she could hear his rugged breath on the other end of the line. 

“You’re gonna kill me”  he groaned she knew he was rolling his eyes, shaking his head probably questions why she was like this but she knew he loved it. Still on the phone with her, he hadn’t hung up yet.  

“Man’t die yet need your knot again” she was pushing her luck a little, she knew it but she couldn't care less she missed him. Wanted him.  

“Mhm you gotta wait tho” his tone dripping with that underlying dominance, like he knew she would wait if he told her too. 

“I can wait” she gulped as she felt the what in her belly coil, the flush of heat in her body was intense. She could get off right then and there if only- 

“Good girl” his words struck a nerve or something deeper as she found herself letting out a breathless whine, Louis chuckling on the other end as she realized what she did. 

“You sound so pretty baby, just hold on for me till I meet you at the next stop” 

“Mhm will do” she murmured as they talked a little more before saying their goodbyes, the word almost slipping out of her mouth. 

I love you. 

She almost said i love you to louis. 

After she finished the call she picked up the note the small but cute handwriting taking her by surprise as she read over the first few word. Hazel blushed at the way started the way he choose to address her. 

Dear Pop Princess, 

I know you’re probably wanting to kick me or bite off my knot, which i’d let you do to be fair i’m not here right now. I am sorry though, my mom has been having some… some issues? I really can’t get into it much right now but just know that I would never leave you on purpose. I gave you these flowers cause they reminded me of you, sweet, happy, and sunny. You’re truly a great star, artist and more and I am so grateful you’ve let me show you how you should be treated. 

I know this is a change of subject, but I need to give you this before because I think you’d rather do it alone. So I am leaving more info about leaving your management and more resources.

Your favorite pap, 

Louis

She smiled, reading the note, the light feeling in her body intense as she read it over and over. Her mind was looking at the flowers too, they lay so perfectly, and she couldn’t help it as her she touched the flowers gently, feeling how soft it was in her fingertips, the softness reminding her of his hands. 

She knew he meant well, that he couldn’t control it but she missed, missed the way his scent lingered, the way she felt, the ease of being with him in his arms. She loved it, she loved-

Her brain stopped not liking where it was headed, she didn’t want to think about it, but it was all her mind was thinking. That and comparing her exes to him, he wasn’t them, he was better, better in all the ways she wanted, his humor, his genuineness, and the way he saw her accepted her.

She knew it was the bare minimum in a way for a man to accept her, but god, she liked him for more than that. His witty humor, the way he was with her not caring that she was a trans pop star, and she’d been feeling more for him lately, and last night was the final straw. 

She sat on her bed looking for where he put the clothes, which he scented, letting her nose carry her eyes around the room. She looked around a little, the dim lighting not helping her she got up, opening the blinds finally seeing in the room. It did startle her, her eyes not ready for it but adjustign quickly as she looked around the room. Hazel finally spotted the clothes seeing the pile of clothes, she knew what some where as she got closer. 

She couldn’t help it as her omega was crawling out, clawing if she was honest. Her hands quickly grabbed the clothes, then spilled out of her hands as she walked over to the unmade bed. She placed them on their sprawled out, the spice strong and sweet to her nose as she started organizing it. She let her mind take her, guide her as she put things together, moving the pillow, the shirts, grabbing her own stuff that she now noticed was in the room. 

Hazel wasn’t sure how much time had passed; her mind was in a haze, not thinking or seeing what she was truly doing. Her instincts were on high alert as she moved more and more things, thinking about how it looked, was it lying right? She was particular as he kept going. It wasn’t till her stomach growled till she finally stopped looking at the space in front of her. It was small, but she loved it her omega preeing as she looked at her nest.

– 

When she first transitioned, she knew it should be the same, the nesting process for her was usually the same but things had been different after she transitioned. 

It’d been a couple of months now since she had started socially transitioning, as they called it, then medically transitioning. It had been a long process, but she was finding it worth it. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, she had to get letter after letter, doctor after doctor to sign off to diagnose her and say it was okay, to explain in long letters why she deserved this. It was exhausting but now finally after all this time she was here, in the comfort of her house, just her and her mother taking on the world. 

Her mother was amazing, Anne had always been supportive, one of the best people in the world for her. Anne had been a single mom since she was born, working harder than ever to not only provide but be a safe space for Hazel. She took the girl to every event at school she could, tried to do it all, but even when she failed the little omega was grateful. Now she had her mom, still the same women. She had been so accepting when she came out, instantly hugging her telling her how proud she was because in her words “i always wanted a daughter,” it made her heart hurt a little. 

They had many conversations after, how she always knew Hazel, knew her daughter wasn’t a boy because, as she had reminisced all the times, the little girl told her and insisted she wasn’t a bo,y but Anne tried to wait. Wait for Hazel to truly come to the conclusion and not have her mom tell her those things. She was thrilled when Anne had been the one to suggest her transitioning all the way, helping her get all the doctors, changing schools, though she didn’t want to leave her best friends but she found something- or you could say someone better. 

She had found it a little hard to change schools, people weren’t unfriendly but they weren’t the nicest either. So when she found herself being asked to sit with this sweet and very pretty girl Hazel couldn’t resist. She became friends with the whole group quickly. Her body responding quite well to the other omegas scent, she found the sweet mango had her mouth watering and maybe she developed a crush but nobody knew, well she thought she didn't. 

The other omega, who she gave the nickname Ly had her completely mesmerized. She was the perfect omega, to everyone in the school, her brown curly hair with hints of caramel in it like it as sunkissed, the perfect body, waist slim how Hazel wished she could be her chest full. Hazel found herself staring at it more and more, and she couldn’t tell if it was the body & gender dysphoria she had been told she had or the crush her other friends had teased her about. She hated how the lines had blurred, so much so that she found herself having Ly over doing things she didn’t know if she’d do for other girls.

She hadn’t told Ly, hadn’t told the girl that she was trans, though the other omega knew something was up. As she had increased the hormones, she began to have mood swings, her mood changed more often than not and she found herself more upset than not, changing plans, not sure how to tell Ly, her best friend that she was struggling. Hazel even felt less safe, her omega on alert so much so she began trying- key word trying, to build a nest. It was failing and she felt liek a failure the more and more days that had passed. 

Anne told her not to worry that it might just be her body changing is making it harder for her. In hazel’s humble opinion that was a load of shit and she hated herself for this. She loved seeing the changes in her body, how her breasts had started to come in more, but it was a little painful; her skin was notably drier, but that was nothing that a little lotion couldn’t solve. But she couldn’t solve this. Hated that it was making her push everyone away. 

Hazel hated- no, despised this. 

Which is how she found herself letting Ly come over out of impulse when she had asked if they could talk. She wasn’t sure what the girl was going to say if she was honest, but she needed to be near her lately, it was the only scent she could stand, no offense to her friends. 

The door had been open, she let Ly know that as she knew she might be in her room still working on the nest that didn’t quite feel right to her. She hated it, the way it was just not enough, she could feel her mind spinning, spiraling at the thoughts in her head. She was bad omega. 

Bad

Bad 

Bad 

Bad

Bad

Ba- 

The knock on her door stunned her, stopping her thoughts abruptly as she got up. The knocking was gentle but she knew that knock from everywhere. Opening the door, she was met with the sweet flavor, she swears it was so strong she could feel it on her tongue. Ly was looking at her, the girls brown skin never let a blush appear but with the shy look she was giving she swore she was. 

“You know the door was unlocked, right” Ly finally let out a laugh, her body hunched over a little as she nodded while Hazel let her in the house. 

“I know but I just-” Hazel stopped looking at her as Ly tried to find the right words, her hair was down, the curls covering her face, but she was moving it as he spoke. “Are we good?” she asked making Hazel meet her eyes. She felt the guilt instantly. She knew she hadn’t been well lately, that she hadn’t been talking to people, and most importantly, herself, but the way she looked, like a kicked puppy. She pulled her in for a hug, not thinking about anything else, that her nipples were sore, and how the tight grip she had might make her bruise, she let go. Her omega just taking in the girl in her arms. 

“I’m sorry” she whispered, “for everything… I promise I can explain just- just please don’t hate me” the two pulled back. Hazel looking in Ly’s eyes before the girl did the unexpected, her hand going to her cheek as she leaned up pressing a kiss to her head. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it” she whispered to her as she came back down a god, she hated it, hated how she found herself leaning into the touch of the girl a little too much. How her omega was preening, and the girl was her best friend, and mostly an omega. 

It wasn’t that she hated the idea of being with an omega, but Hazel already found a weight on her shoulders being trans and knowing the world would have to accpet her for that, and being queer. It was overwhelming but Ly made all her thoughts dissipate, fizzle out like soda pop. 

Hazel walked to the couch, Ly letting her lead them there as she finally sat. Hazel went to speak, opening her mouth but the girl spoke before she could. 

“You can tell me anything okay, it’s why i wanted to come over. I know you, and you keep texting me you’re fine but i know you. You won’t talk to me and that’s fine, but I just- even Bella said you wouldn’t talk. I don’t wanna pry Haz but-”

‘I’m sorry, im so so so so so so sorry” she interrupted her as the heat on her face became prominent the tears coming as they blurred her vision. But Ly was quick, her arms wrapping around the girl, pulling her in as Hazel let her with ease. She felt her body do it subconsciously, her head leaning into the girl's neck, but she let her. 

The thick mango was filling her nostrils, making something stir in her belly, but she ignored it. The girl's hands wrapped around her. She felt that feeling, the same one she felt each time she was with her, around her, surrounded by her scent, safe. 

It was always like this, comforting, and safe, like heaven in her arms, it was so easy to be with her but she knew something was off. She knew the girl wanted to know why she was so distant, how she had pushed away their friends, how she had pushed away her. In her mind she contemplated, letting her know that she was trans is a big step but she also knew the girl was wondering she hadn’t shown anything bad, and plus it would be nice for her best friend to know. 

“I- i wanna tell you but- just don’t hate me”

“Darling, i told you-”

“You don’t get it just promise me”

“Okay Haz i promise” she took a deep breath looking at the girl in front of her, her brown wide eyes looking at Hazel as she closed her eyes. She knew it’d be long but it’d be worth it if she kept her best friend so she started from the beginning. 

It was a long story she knew that as she told it from the beginning explaining her childhood as she listened intently. Her eyes were focused on her the entre time, even when she stopepd or paused, explainign how she decided to change school how her doctors at first had been hesitant and weird about it. Epxlaining it at all had her going through the emotions it also had her realizing how much she hated the system, how the people in her life finally became supportive but only once Anne had put her foot down. 

As she finally got to the end she could tell something shifted, Ly’s scent was odd, almost bitter in a way but she figured it probably had to do with the fact that she had just finished explaining the worst parts. Hazel finally got to the past few months before hand, how before she changed schools she had begged her mom to help her get these hormones and truly start transitioning more. The side effects as she told Ly were not easy, her mood was always off, in ways she couldn’t explain. Her scent and things hadn’t changed much at least from what her mother said but her body changing was huge too. 

Hazel hated it but she let it spill how often she compared herself to the girls. How her body was changing and she was thrilled to be herself but it had been hard. Hard on her omega and worst of all she didn’t have a safe space. Ly looked at her curious as she explained the nesting situation, her frustration at peak as she tried to explain out loud why she felt it was wrong. She practically was wokrign through solutions as she spoke not realzing how stressed it had her till she felt hands on her wrist, nearly touching her scent glands. 

“Haz, take a deep breath for me” she did, letting Ly guide her through it, her getting her breathing back to normal as she finally looked at her again. Ly didn’t look anything how she thought, her face was soft, sympathetic she could feel her pheromones in the room, it had her weak.

“There you go, now… I have a suggestion, but i don’t know if it’ll work” Ly’s eyes flickered to hers, her body feeling the small look and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. She hated how good she looked, and hated how her heart leaped at the girl, but instead of thinking too hard she just nodded her head. 

“Maybe I could help you? I know us omegas are typically protective of our scent so would you want to have me help maybe another omegas touch” the offer was innocent, sweet at that as she looked at the girl in front of her with her pretty brown eyes, pink-ish toned lips that she was biting as she looked away. Something in her omega snapped, like it had finally realized what she was missing. She grabbed the girls hand dragging her up the stairs as she threw open the door thankful her mother wasn’t there. 

“Sit” she told the other omega, the girl listened sitting there was Hazel got to work. She moved her things around a new sense of adrenaline thrumming through her veins she couldn’t help it as her mind kept running at a faster speed than her hands and body could keep up. She kept moving till she found herself handing Ly one of the clothes, pushing it up to her till she scented it. Hazel hummed in appreciation then taking it as she did this a couple of more times. 

She couldn’t tell you how much time had passed only that when she finally finished she had made it. Her omega was satisfied as she took in the nest it was finally complete, the pillows set up gently, lifted a little so she could lay her head there, the blankets pilled on top of one another with the clothes Ly had scented in the mix, she made a nest. 

“Such a pretty nest Haz” her voice got her attention, head perked up as she went to her best friend's arms as she held her as the little spoon. Arms wrapped around her as she leaned into her, letting the omega nuzzle her head on her shoulder. 

“Better omega?” Hazel nodded her head as the two drifted off into a comfortable slumber for the rest of the night. 

She had finally made a nest, she made her home. 

 📸‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

She smiled a little thinking back to how much easier it was when she had the right scent it reminded her of Louis only this time the spark was different, the way he laid his eyes one her the way there was more of an immediate effect on her. She knew he was good, knew he was better, and she could help it as she felt the butterflies in her stomach rised. 

Her phone went off again, she reached over getting the device in her hand as she saw Zayn text her. He was asking if she wanted to get brunch, to which the omega quickly agreed to knowing her stomach was definitely in need of some good food. She could feel her mouth water at the thought. 

She quickly looked around the room, gathering her stuff as he saw just how prepared Louis had made the room for her while she was gone. Hazel grabbed the cute set of clothes, knowing in the back of her mind she was most definitely going to take pictures of her outfit and send it to Louis. 

As she warmed up the water testing it she felt a wave of sadness come to her. The tour still was going and she had these next few days off as things had gotten moved around but Hazel found herself missing him, well the thought of missing him after tour. Hazel truly had grown to love not only what she was doing but who she was doing it with. The places each were special the fans made it so but she loved how Louis captured it. How he captured her, too in ways she couldn’t explain. It was all coming together behind the scenes and she couldn’t wait.

Hazel also knew it meant that it’d be her last project and release with Modest, which made her smile to herself. After deciding and after the way things were going with Loui,s she knew things could- no would be better for her and now she was determined to get it done. The shower felt warm enough as she touched her hands, finally stepping in. 

She found that it was alot easier than she thought this morning to shower, and she felt better now that she had her nest. The water dripped, ran it’s way through her hair, her skin her shoulders, it felt good. All encompassing of each emotion she was feeling as she felt the bliss take over her, it was all coming back together and for once she wasn’t as scared of the future. 

Hazel finished with good timing, getting out of the shower fixing her hair and doing all of routine in time before Zayn arrived, she had done even a little bit of makeup. Not sure why but she felt pretty, looked beautiful in the ways she wanted that was enough. Zayn at first said he was going to knock on the door and them walk down together but instead as she walked out the door she saw him rushing to the elevator she was taking down the stairs. 

If Hazel was honest he looked a mess in ways. Hair clearly tossled, lips red and swollen, and she could tell he reeked of alpha not in a bad way but she knew that scent. The familiarity on the tip of her tongue she wanted to say something, she knew he was down bad but she’d never seen him so….frenzy, on the edge? She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips as Zayn frowned at her. 

“It’s not funny” he was shy, the tint of pink on his cheeks as she gently teased him, making kissing noises and funny phrases as he pushed her away murmuring how she should stop. She didn’t. Not till she got to the first floor the doors opening as they walked out. 

“You’re such a menace.”

“Yea well I’m not the one fucking my best friends makeup artist now am i” he quick words and wit caught zayn off guard though she knew he knew better than to be surprised. She hadn’t truly let him know she caught on but now it was out. 

“Well…” his silence was enough as she laughed, her response eliciting a smile from his face. They finally sat down after making quick work ordering their food. 

“So you gonna tell me why and how your fucking my makeup artist” 

“It’s not that simple plus don’t act like yoyou don’t reek of alpha, him” his words were punches but she felt less shame and guilt, more proudness. she loved that she was openly wearing his marks on her, subtle but there. 

“And? Maybe that’s a good thing” 

“So you finally got with him” 

“Huh what?” she shook her head in slight confusion trying to think of what he meant because he always had a double meaning. then it hit however she knew the implications behind it. She liked to play dumb with him just to tease him a little but she also hated that he hadn’t gotten the hint she would love to be with him but they hadn’t even talked about what happened last night. 

“You’re finally together?? As in he asked you out” 

“No…” her voice went quiet and tilted looking away from her best friend in front of her. She didn’t know how to tell him she knew that he had an idea of all the things that she'd been through; she had been telling him this since Dean. However, nothing compared to the striking realization that painted over his face.

“So then what did you-… HAZEL??” his voice was loud, she placed her fingers on his lips trying to hush him but it was too late ppl were staring. yep. definitely staring. She hated it but she knew it was gonna come. His realization was striking, and surprising clearly; she could see and hear his breathing. The sharp sweetness in his scent as he looked at her, eyes wide hands on the table. 

“SHUT UP?! dude” her hands went flying to her face covering it instantly as the red blush probably fully took over her face. Hazel knew that if anybody was around some body definitely got it on camera the embarrassing feeling and tingly sensation running through her fingertips. Her head in between her hands. She hated attention in ways, hated the way that people would always pay attention to her, perceiving her in ways that she didn’t like however she still liked it from him. Missing the way that he would probably defend her right now hold her tight, his tattooed arms wrapped around her softly. As he told Zayn off to leave them alone and give her privacy. 

“You got- Hazel? did you.. did he knot you” when he put it like that she felt her dimples pop the look on her face must've been enough as Zayn smacked her arm.

“Your an ass you weren’t gonna tell me? just gonna wear his hickeys and act like what?” 

“I was gonna tell you” she lied through her teeth, if she was honest she wasn’t sure when she as going to tell him. She liked the idea of just letting these next few days being alone with the alpha. 

“Yea sure” zayn rolled his eyes, he knew her better, and the omega of course was reading her like a book. That knowing look and subtle smirk on his face, his scent was giving it away too. 

“You know I would tell you it just happened and he’s not even here right now-” he cut her off, rightfully so with confusion laced in his voice. 

“Now what-“ he got up quickly as he didn’t believe her his body stopped as she grabbed his arm, yanking him back down in the chair.

“He had a family emergency, and plus I need your help” she knew he’d be willingly to help. He was always willing to help with the shenanigans, her stupid ideas and little pranks on tour. 

“It better be, or that dumb alpha will pay” he crossed his arms trying to look intimidating but he failed. Zayn was like that in ways. He looked scary to most. They assumed as soon as they saw all these tattoos that he must be an alpha, he must be some stereotype of a man but he wasn't. He was simply him, and she loved his protectiveness of her, he was her best friend. 

“He's not dumb he’s sweet and smart and cute might I add” she pouted. her lips pushed out as she looked at him rolling her eyes the little protectiveness to her alpha felt different. he was gone she was thinking about him a little much. 

“You’re so in love with him” he smirked, looking at her, something lingering thought, almost like he was proud. When he had every right to be as he had been one of the people to help her grow to see herself. To help her he’ll find herself again after all that she had been through after she used writing as a coping mechanism pushing away the people she loved the most. Zayn stayed. 

“I- well- no? i don’t know-“ her mouth was agape, fishing for the right words to say trying to think of how to respond. But she was flustered and couldn't even look at her best friend as she thought about it more and more. it was coming faster, the way she had been feeling on the phone all morning, the way that night he didn’t need to say it she didn’t need to she felt it. 

“You so are in- ohh my fucking god hazel? You’re in love with him” she couldn’t find the words, her head shaking as she closed her eyes trying to think of what to say what to respond but the truth was what he said. She could feel it in her bones in her head and in her heart as she thought about it more and more thinking about the way that he looked at her how they connected in such a short time. She usually took more time to get to know an alpha but there was something about him, something alluring in the way his fingertips grazed her; his hands on her waist as he smiled with crinkled lines underneath his eyes. He was truly the sun, lit up her world and changed the way she saw things, seeing things more clearly. 

“I don’t know maybe I am, but I need your help so lets finish up and you can help me” Zayn nodded, leaving the subject behind as the two finally dove into their food. Hazel was quick, taking in all the food so quick she could see and feel the gazes of other residents on her as she finished with ease. She was hungry, and now with food in her she felt more energized; she was practically bouncing in her seat.

“You almost done” Zayn nearly choked on his food as her voice was louder than expected, his body jumping at it. She felt bad immediately watching Zayn try not to choke too much on his food as he cleared his throat. He murmured a no before returning to his food, ignoring the jittery omega.

Once they finished their food she explained to him what Louis had said trying to figure out where he would have put it. Zayn gave ideas of places as they got in the elevator though they both knew and were confident that it most likely wouldn’t be in those places. She hoped they did find it, she was a little worried just cause she knew he had the film on there but she also knew if he wasn’t freaked out she should be.

Once they got to their floor they started searching, Hazel had the key to Louis’ door from all the times she had snuck in and to say his room was a lot was an understatement. His scent was hitting her like a train harsh and full in force. Zayn of course made fun of her for how her legs quite literally wobbled at the smell, but she didn’t care she took it.

As they began searching, she was able to coax a little out of Zayn about Ayana and him. The details he gave her had her going insane. It turns out the girl was the one he had slept with that night, and when she called him the next morning she had stayed the night. So when they first got there and they saw each other, they ended up wanting to actually try something though it was mostly Ayana trying to convince Zayn to try. 

As he explained she could see it on his face, the glow from him as he talked about her and how much fun he had. The omega enjoyed being around Ayana, and seeing him be so happy and actually freeing himself from the restraints he put himself in was nice. Hazel always worried she was holding him back in ways and now here he was doing what he wanted and god they were cute. He had showed her pictures, of the two eat each of the cities the silly photos made her laugh. 

Each time he swiped to a new photo a new memory came along. Louis. The alpha was normally in each one of the memories, his laugh, his smile, his scent, his presence was enough to have her smiling nodding her head as she related it back to them. The two of them and it wasn’t liek she didn’t realize it, that she wasn’t most definitely falling for him but as she’d been thinking before it was alot, and he wasn’t here. 

“You gonna get out of your head now? We’re almost finished, plus you have to let me tell you about the time we almost got in trouble the other night” she had looked up at him, a slight gaps leaving her breath as she let him continue to explain. He was explaining it with ease his quick wit alos coming into handy making her giggle as he explained how they almost stole something on one of the stops. The two were forgetful she knew as organzied as both were, their jobs proving that, she knew the feeling. How when your brain is fogged by the scent of someone next to you, you lose all ability to think. Not all- but enough to accidentally forget to pay, or forget your order in front of a barista. 

“You’re so into her. I’m so happy for you” hazel grabbed his arm stopping him in his track as she pulled him into a tight hug. He engulfed her too, his arms wrapping around her body as the two’s scents mixed and they took the time to just be. Tour had been hectic, life had been hectic, she had been in her head more than not, and she missed this. Missed the way her body felt in her best friends arms and most of all she missed them being like this, happy, and full of energy. 

“Thanks, to be honest i- i just didn’t know if i could do it. I- we didn’t want to get in the way of your tour but it looks like you’ve got this, I’m proud of you” she sniffled pulling away as the emotions felt heavy and hot in her body. She really had grown so much from the 16 year old to 19 to now here at 22, she was doing it what she had dreamed, she was cared about and loved, and best of all she was getting out. 

“We gotta stop, we’re both gonna end up crying” the two laughed as they pulled away making rapid work as they finished the last room and there was nothing. No sign of a laptop. Zayn shrugged, and she tried to ease her fears a little hoping nobody had taken it, louis was a little forgetful so maybe it’s just in his bag or he left it somewhere at the airport. She hoped for the lather as she texted him waiting for his reponse. 

Hazel

We couldn’t find your laptop i’m sorry 

Lou <3

Don’t fret babe, maybe i left it lying around

Hazel

Just check for me please

Lou <3 

Of course

You doing okay now

Hazel

Yea, i'm surrounded by some nicely scented clothes in flowers

Lou <3 

I wonder who got you those

Hazel

This really sweet alpha, idk tho missing him alot 

Lou <3 

I’m sure he misses you too

Hazel 

Good cause I need him soon 

Lou <3 

You’ll get it soon

Hazel 

How about now? Facetime?

Lou <3 

Can’t gotta go help my mom 

Hazel

okay :) i’ll take a nap and we can call later 

Lou <3 

Ofc let me know when you’re awake 

Hazel 

Using abbreviations finally

Lou <3 

Want me to stop

Hazel

Maybe it’s kinda hot how you barley know what they mean

Lou <3 

I do know what they mean i just don’t use them  

Hazel 

Liar 

Lou <3 

Princess

Hazel 

Keep lying and i wont send you a pic of what I’m wearing 

Lou <3 

You wouldn’t, i’ll send you something

Hazel 

You already gave me flowers, you want the pic or not

Lou <3 

…..

Fine…

I don’t know what they mean

Hazel

Here :) don’t do anything stupid 

📸‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

Her eyes were still shut when she heard it, when the unusual buzzing of her phone filled her ears as she was in the middle ground in between sleep and waking up. She didn’t want to. Her body was at ease peace, her limbs were tangled underneath the sheets, her hands cradling the pillow holding up her head she was comfy. The nest was a little messed up but it was wrapping her nicely the scent lingering right below her nose. 

Her phone was still going as she rolled over, the vibrations going crazy while her brain was telling her something. Hazel’s mind was spinning as she woke up more, her eyes peaking at the little light in the room, she had no idea what time it was maybe mid-afternoon towards evening. As she rolled over again to her right side she couldn’t find it in her, something was off wrong, though the scent surrounding her kept her calm her mind was on edge. 

Her phone was still going off, it always went off but like this? Something was eerie as she went to reach over her phone went off. The loud noise making her eyes open widely, sitting up quick a little too quick for her liking, as she felt spots take over her vision for a brief second. As she went over to pick up her phone, she looked at the name confused. Her messages still coming in, all either in caps or just her name, it made her worried, now her mom on the other line she hesitantly pressed the green button putting the phone to her ear. 

“Hazel, darling, tell me you haven’t checked the new yet” she put her phone away from her ear looking at her phone confused seeing more texts come in she was lost. Her body still catching up along with her brain as she put her phone back to her ear.

“Mom what? I- i- what happened? No I havent checked the news” her tone was calm but she could feel the thumping of her chest begin. She hated this feeling not even sure what was happening, but her phone was a mess over 500 text message and she didn’t even know where to start. 

“Honey, I need you to take a deep breath before you look, or I can tell you, but you shouldn’t be alone” the beating of her heart was loud, it was now in her ears. Her hands were still on the phone she didn’t know what to say, what could be this bad. 

She didn’t even have this bad of a feeling when the articles about her and Dean were released. Those articles wouldn’t go down for days. She could barely move barley function, and now here she was with something again, she just wanted to cry; she hated this, and she didn’t even know what it was. 

“Mom.. should I be scared? I can’t do this again, I can’t handle another article. What did I do mom? What are they saying that is this bad? I don’t know what- mom? What the fuck is going on” she snapped at the end after working through her thoughts outloud. She didn’t want to see it, hear it, but she knew this was going to be bad but nothing could have prepared her for the words that left her mother's lips. 

“They know honey-” she was annoyed, rolling her eyes as she stood up she wanted to know. Now. 

“Mom, just fucking say it i can’t do this” she puncuated each word, she knew in the back of her head it wasn’t right it wasn’t usually how she talked but the suspense was killing her. 

“They know you’re trans Hazel” her world stopped. Her hands started to shake on her immediately her body curling in on her as she felt her chest tighten her heart paused, her ears blocked out everything, she knew it was bad but this, this was worse than anything she had ever experienced, and she was alone. 

Her phone dropped, as she tried to get back to the bed, it wasn’t far, and she could hear her mother's voice calling out for her, trying to tell her something, but her head felt dizzy. Nothing was going to help this feeling, the hurt, a stab wound so deep she could feel herself bleeding. All the trust she had in the world was gone; her hands were trying to grip the sheets, trying to put together how this could have happened, but nothing came to mind.

She sat there, her body curling in, her mind spewing every hate word, every hate comment that could be thought of. She knew how it went, knew the drill of how the public would treat her, but nothing could compare to this; the unknown was always scary, but this was terrifying, she was out to the sharks. 

They know. 

They know. 

They know. 

She closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming out, but it was useless. It was never ending, when the cycle began, when her body shut down, shut it out, people out, she let it happen, the control she felt was gone. She thought of what Niall said, the technique, she took a shaky breath. 

5 things you can see

Her vision was a blur, the fogginess in front of her as she tried to make out something. Anything, the wetness was evident on her face, and she could feel that, but she couldn’t see, couldn’t pick out a thing.

4 things you can touch. 

The sheets beneath her fingertips were rough as she gazed at them, the slight, tilted angle made it hard as she tried to feel it out. She was trying, her mom was still there, who had finally come back, but the words were stuck in her throat. 

She was trying not to think too much, try the techniques she’d always been told, but it was useless, it was all useless, nothing prepares you to be outed. For you to wake up from a nap and take it from you, for the world to be told the one thing she wanted to talk about, she wanted to do it, to tell the world. 

3 things you can hear

Silence, the buzzing in her ears as she felt like her life was out of control. She felt like nothing was happening, yet everything. She was trying to get back to the ground, to her mom, where her phone was, but her sobs began to fill her ears. 

2 things you can smell

Her nose was stuffed as she tried to stop. To find her body not doing the things she used to; to not pick at her nails, pull her hair, she was trying, but it was too much. Her hands were everywhere, picking, pinching to wake up from this nightmare. From this dream, she wanted to do this. 

It was hers . Her story to tell, hers . And the world had taken that from her. 

1 thing she could taste. 

Blood. 

Her eyes were less hazy as she looked down at her hands, but she could see it, that the tips of her fingers were in red. She couldn’t smell it, but tasted it on the tip of her lips as she found herself with shaking hands pressing on her lips through the blur of her vision. As she looked back, she saw it. It was dripping, not too much, at least that she thought she couldn’t tell you, but it gave her enough courage to move. 

Her legs took her, she wasn’t thinking as she was at the front of the bed, getting her phone from the floor. Hazel’s hands were unsteady as she held the phone in her hands, but she tried to speak, only slight wheezes coming out of her throat.  

“Hazel, honey, there you are” her voice was a relief, a breath of fresh air for her mind as she couldn’t see it, she didn’t think she couldn’t stop it as she opened her phone. She wasn’t speaking still but letting out hums when she could as her mother tried to comfort her. She told her not look, so she opened her texts. 

Lou <3 

Hazel, please tell me you’re alright?? 

Princess? I need you to not check Twitter I don’t know what’s going on, but they’re gonna figure this out

Love, I need to know your good, I don’t know how this happened

Darling please. Please, I’m on my way over/ 

Love, please answer me, let me at least know you got this. 

Call me please 

Princess, please, baby, I’m worried

You haven’t answered yet, I’ll be over there in a couple of hours. Let Zayn in, please.

Z :)

Hazel? Haz? 

Babes, please answer

H, I need to know you're okay 

I’m on my way back, just stay calm

I love you so much, we’ll get through this

Let me in, please

Be gentle with yourself, this isn’t your fault 

Im almost here

She read them over and over feeling her body crumble, she let out a sob louder than before saying something but she wasn’t sure what. She hated to see them worried, her mind now twisting more and more thoughts together. 

“Mo- mom- I have to see- see it” she choked out the words barely getting them out as her mother protested, her voice was firm but that didn’t stop her fingers from moving as she searched her name, the results popping up instantly. 

Hazel Styles is WHAT? 

A new leak has surfaced of Hazel Styles in an intimate moment where you can see her body, and it looks like to fans that she might have gotten surgery. Fans are unsure what this means but we will be back with further information. 

This one said it was from an hour ago, the panic was instant, sudden, overpowering as her mind hit her. Hazel screamed, she wasn’t sure how loud it was, but it was enough for her mom on the other end to go silent. 

The video. 

The video. 

There was a video.

Of her. 

Of. 

Her. 

The computer, the tape, the video. It was all there. Her mind read it over and over, trying to make sense of it. The video was just there. Just below where she had seen the first words.

How . She had been asking herself that as she clicked on the video, it had to be the video of her and him. He had lost it, she didn’t know how they got this. It was so quick, nothing made sense. 

It can’t be- 

Can’t be that video-

No?

Not that video?

Her head hurt as the blurred vision as the video stared back at her, the play button looking at her, teasing, taunting her. It was exhausting to think about, as she clicked on the video, she saw it. The setting was the same, her house, it was all so familiar, they were kissing, her body on his, his lips on hers. She knew what this was could her it  and see it playout again in front of her eyes it was before they realzied the camera was on. 

“Your tits fit so well in my hand baby” he cupped them again, the warm through her shirt, and her bralete, the lace rubbing against her tips. She can feel her numbs perking up at the attention, her eyes rolling, it was a different sensation, the pressure he’d give as he pinched it, or as he switched it up, rubbing them. 

“God d- Lou” the nickname slipped as she stuttered over words, she was trying to let him know. Trying to be a good omega, be good for him, and make sure he’s pleasing him in every way possible. 

“You’re so pretty, baby. Look so good like this, keep being vocal yea” he hummed, and Hazel nodded, letting him take her by mouth biting her lip before kissing her again. The blood being drawn but she didn’t care as he held her, moving his hands on her tit over and over, the friction keeping her steady, she could feel beneath her, his clothed cock, how it was so thick, her head thinking about how perfect it looked, the way it felt in her hands.

Stopped the video, her mom was still on the phone and she felt embarrassed seeing the way they moved in sync and ease. She hated it. She had no idea how they got that she was trans from this video. Hazel didn’t want to think, or feel but she was so she hung up the phone, not letting her mom get a word in as she pressed the red button harsh and quick. Her body wasn’t shaking, her omega panicked still.

She closed the tab, taking a breath, truly as she finally got a whiff of the scents from her nest. She felt a little bit better, but she was still shaky, still didn’t know how to do it. But somehow she found herself clicking on the next headline, her body shivering as she read the title, the first paragraph making her shocked.

The Daily Mail

Pop Star, Omega, Hazel Styles is Transgender? 

An insider source has come forward with new information, saying that the young pop star is trans and there’s more than one video to prove it. The second video was just posted and is circling on the internet no comment has been made by the star yet. 

Her hands shook as she did it as her hands moved to the video, as she saw the black background, the play button taunting her, looking at her, she could feel it. The coiling of nerves in her stomach the aching in her chest as she read the words, not ready to click on the video. 

She contemplated for a second her mind telling her too, her heart telling her no, racing even at the thought of her seeing what the second video was. Something told her this was it. This was what the internet was really freaked out about, this was it.

I hope it’s not that night, hazel thought as she made a silent prayer to herself, her hands moved, hovering over it trying not to think to hard. She clicked it, this time the sound was on as she saw it, herself on the screen, hearing Louis adjust the camera. 

“You’re so pretty, princess. The most gorgeous omega I’ve ever seen” he had moved over her, ignoring the throbbing beneath him, of her body, the slick looked good, like he could just taste it in his mouth, but instead he kissed her. Hazel wasn’t surprised by any means, she felt her body move into his as his lips took hers. It was gentle, not like other kisses where they’d felt heated, in a rush, the adrenaline pulsing in her veins. No, this felt different. This felt less like something to be taken but given, like a fruit in summer, she wanted to remember it, how he felt against her lips. The way his stubble was on her, the slight burn as she kept kissing him, his hands were on her chin, her face cupping her as her hands were on his neck.

His shirt was still on and she was tugging at it, wanting to feel the heat of the alpha’s skin on her so as she whined into his mouth Louis pulled back his eyes looking at her. The swollen lips of hers that definitely loss all the lip gloss she had been wearing earlier, the blush behind her cheeks, her curly hair a slight entangled mess as she looked at him. 

“What do you want darling?” she opened her mouth trying to speak while Louis’ eyes were clearly on her lips. He had licked his as she tried again, her body just wanting more, she couldn’t describe the haze she was in, she just knew she wanted him to control it, but to feel him. 

It wasn’t easy to watch, to see back the video, she felt the tears start again. Through her blurred vision, she saw them move it al,l hitting her again, how she felt and she hated it, hated that she was watching it again.  

“Cmon darling, tell daddy what you want” he kissed her cheeks, peppering her face as he spoke slowly. The words processed in her brain as she found herself nodding, his beard had touched each part of her face, and it was satisfying, like he had claimed her in a way his lips had on her.  

“Want your shirt off” she’d finally whispered it, enough that Louis could hear it she hoped, though the alpha made it clear he heard her as he stood up a bit more from being over her as he lifted his shirt, Louis’ scent becoming even more. The air felt like it was all him, with hints of her smell too, but cinnamon, fresh, and just the right amount of hints of honey in it. He was sweet, and as she raked her eyes over his body, the hair on his chest trailed down to his sternum, she couldn’t help the licking of her lips, biting them down as he finally looked back at him. 

“Like what you see hm” he hummed. Hazel nodded her head a little quicker as he let out a laugh. The noise like a melody in her ears she wanted to see him, hear him all day. His smile is radiant as he leaned back over her, his face inches from her, she didn’t know what to do. But he looked at her, the crinkles under his eyes like lines of art, perfectly meant for his face, the upturn of his pink lips, a little thin but made for her plump ones. 

She closed the tab. Harsh, quick, and rapid, as she didn’t want to look at it. She hated it, how now the world knew she wanted to scream. Wanted to yell at Louis, wanted to tell him off because she was angry, she didn’t know if he had anything to do with it, but he wasn’t here. To hold her to comfort her, tell her not to do more. Neither was Zayn. 

Hazel’s mind was going, running a marathon, going through all the scenarios, trying to process. Trying to recognize what happened, but her mind refused. Refused to believe what she saw, refused to think about all the things that had happened since she woke up. She wanted it to stop. 

Her hands still shaking as she laid her phone face down away from her, away from it all, the screen facing her bed she didn’t know what to do. She was out. The world saw her. Saw her at her most vulnerable most intimate with someone she trusted, letting him in. 

I’m out. 

The world knows. 

The world knows it. 

I’m out.  

She hated that her mind was still there, still spiraling, still running on empty tracks on empty fuel she didn’t have left. She was running now purley on adrenaline. Thrumming like electricity, sparked in her veins as she found herself opening her phone again, her mind telling her not to look, but she knew that she needed to do something, needed to see what they were saying. She couldn't help it. The people pleaser and her just wanted to please the people, but she knew she was doing anything but that. 

Pop Base 

@Pop_Base 

Breaking News: Hazel Styles Pop Star has been dropped by Modest Management following news of her being transgender 

Modest Management 

@Modest.Management 

We have decided to part ways with Hazel Styles at this time we wish her all the best.

This couldn’t be happening, she thought as she looked at the tweets. The headlines took her by surprise; she didn’t know what to do, her body was in shock, but the sadness from before turned to anger, her hands shaking. Her phone was still vibrating, the news like wild fires, each text making her more and more antsy. Her mind was spiraling, her body wanting to curl away, yet her fingers were hovering over the screen. 

She couldn’t help it as she made her way to her Twitter drafts. her mind not thinking as she began to type rapidly. her mind was shut off he instincts to protect herself to stop the media were sharp, loud in her mind, yet she didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing as she tapped more and more. 

She saw the comments, saw the way people felt so comfortable giving her labels, telling her who she was, who she was supposed to be, how she was a liar, a manipulator. She knew it wasn’t true, knew their words should be nothing, fly over her head because she knew who she was, she knew the little girl had begged her mom to use she/her pronouns. She knew the girl who told her mom that she was always a girl since she was five years old since she could walk and talk she knew who she was, yet it still didn’t stop the comments from drilling into her mind. The words replaying. 

Hazel pressed the plus button, opening it up with ease despite the way her phone had been glitching since she checked it. she knew this wasn’t smart in ways, she knew she had been in contact with Liam the lawyer friend of Louis just recently as she 

She didn’t bother to read it over, ask Zayn or even check with him because she knew what he’d say. She knew he’d tell her it’s okay that she didn’t need to do this, that she needed to be off her phone but Hazel was tired. Tired of being controlled for once she wanted to be in control, so she pressed the buttons with her fingers feeling a weight lifted as she responded. 

Hazel Styles (1hr ago)

@Hazel_Styles 

I may have had a dick but trust me it was prettier than all of yours xx

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Hazel Styles (1hr ago) 

@Hazel_Styles

You all can fuck off with the he/him pronouns too, i’m a women and a prettier on than some of you haters at that <3

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Hazel Styles 

@Hazel_Styles  

You all acting like I fooled you into me being a women when I’ve been one since i was born, listen to Lady Gaga or whatever dumbasses

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She barely remembers what happened next after she tweeted. She put down her phone, falling asleep, not bothering to do much. She’d rather dream because this was a nightmare she needed to get away from. 

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It had been a day ago, since it all went down, and all the agony and pain she felt were still there. A fresh wound for her to deal wit,h the bandaid hadn’t been placed, she felt like it was all going to be worse from here on out. She had been dropped by them. The people she had trusted dropped her with no explanation, just through Twitter, not the most professional, but what was new? 

They flew her over quickly that morning, well, she flew herself. She used up a decent amount to back, Zayn came with, but each time he tried to speak to bring up the situation, she shut it down. She couldn’t open up, open the door to something that wasn’t closed, because she didn’t know the whole story. She wanted answers and now, fast. Louis told her he actually had to meet her back in the UK, which pissed her off even more. He had still texted her, thoug,h so she wasn’t as pissed but here she was. 

She was in the car, Zayn with her, but in all honesty, she didn’t know if she could or she wanted him there. She felt bad, but most of all embarrassed, she didn’t know much but Liam, the lawyer louis had told her about, was a little help, but at this point she didn’t know who to listen ot or trust. Her omega was on high alert, most scents smelled off, and after yesterday, she didn’t want to even think much about being touched by an alpha, even Louis. 

The video had still been making rounds, she had checked Twitter, though she knew it wasn't healthy watching the fire burn. The timeline was in flames, she couldn’t tell truly what the public opinions were, but she saw enough, saw enough hate and enough comments that Zayn snatched her phone away from her. She almost yelled at him in all honesty, but he didn’t care, turning his head away, but holding her phone. It helped a little but her leg still bounced as they rode their till she was out walking to the office.  

She had walked in the office, she was tired, sleepless, and annoyed. She knew he had to know or have answers. Simon was a lot of things, but quick was one of the only useful things. As she walked in the office, she knew something was off she could smell it in the building. It smelled like him, but that made no sense. Louis said he was out of town, and meeting her back here but nothing about this meeting. As far as she knew he wasn’t even aware of this meeting. 

But as she made her way into the room, she saw it, could see him from a mile away. Knew the way Louis dressed, how he stood his scent too. Louis was there, but she didn’t walk in yet; she was about to when she stopped. Watched the way Simon had him, his grip on his shoulder firm, how Louis was looking down and away, but none of it made sense. Her mind was racking through the options. 

She walked into the office. Seeing how Simon was holding a stack of papers. As soon as she walked in, his face lit up, though Louis couldn't look at her; she was confused. Louis hadn’t told her she’d been there, and here he was next to Simon, barely able to look her in the eye. 

He laid out the papers fo her to see but she wasn’t as interested, she took a quick skim. Not properly looking she should’ve but she wanted to hear what they had to say.

The silence was broken, but not with her words she had wanted to speak first and ask her questions because she didn’t know why, why they’d do this to her. Drop her with no explanation in the middle of this, she knew they were cruel, but this was cruelty, she can’t say why she didn’t expect it. 

“Welcome Hazel, didn’t think we’d ever be here, but I guess it was about time isn’t it” she was confused. About time, the words not registering for her she didn’t get it. But Simon was looking at her knowingly. 

“You seem confused, but don’t play dumb. We all know you’d come here eventually to not resign with us. Isn’t that right? That’s why you got a lawyer from the help of Tommo, right?” He patted Louis’ back, the nickname making her brows scrunched as she tried to look at Louis again. She could not only feel the tension but smell it on him. It was burnt, less cinnamon, and it smelled nearly like a burnt candle. She didn’t get it. 

“You really thought he came out of nowhere, like I’d let him come to me and I’d take him with ease. Like i would have him propose a deal to you without knowing him. I’m surprised you didn’t think this through more,” he scoffed. Hazel was still in shock, by the way Louis stayed silent, he wasn’t looking at her, his eyes still stuck to the ground as Simon stood in between the two. She wasn’t sure she got i,t but the confusion was turning to something else, something heated. She didn’t know how he knew Simon, but he wasn’t speaking. 

“I know him, in fact, the only reason he is here is because of me. He had a deal, a choice to make, and I’m sure he didn’t tell you that now, did he?” Hazel was connecting the dots, seeing it all paint out in a perfect picture. The way he seemed less shocked by the calls he had been taking, he even left her that day her heart broke. Why? Had he done this. If he knew him, why did he do this to her? What was he gaining? 

“He didn’t tell you how I offered him a chance, when he was a nothing, a nobody, to make a company that would be under me, but he’d have what he wanted. But then he came running back to me for help, didn’t you” he looked at Louis, patting his back, and she watched him, his silence doing more for her. He wasn’t saying it didn’t happen, wasn’t denying it, he was letting Simon do what he did best. Take control. 

“You thought he was helping you, he was leading you right to me. He may have offered to help you, fallen for you, but he still gave me what I wanted. You thought you could leave us and walk away without consequences"

The way Louis had acted was confusing he had tried to help her get away but why? It didn’t make sense, she didn’t want to believe it, didn’t want to think he was the one to leak it, and be the insider source it but it was right in front of her face. The screenshots Simon had showed her were right there as soon as she walked in. 

She finally took a look over the papers truly. Seeing Louis’ full name seeing the multiple contracts he signed, she read over some of the words seeing him agree that he’d get a company, money from him and protection. 

“You leaked it? Did you even actually loose your laptop? Did- did you record me on purpose? You’re-” her voice went soft as she stopped herself. Simon was quiet now watching the two as Louis looked anywhere but her, he didn’t know what to say, he was going to apologize, try to explain the mess but he knew better than to try. 

“You leaked a sex tape of us knowing that it would expose I'm trans. That the whole world could see my body. I trusted you- i- Did you even actually like me? Or was this part of your plan to use me” she felt her tears coming. She didn’t want give him her tears didn’t want Simon to see how he played her, how he had gotten her and how Louis had played her used her for what he wanted. She felt stupid, dumb, again. Hazel didn’t get it, she couldn’t fathom that he had helped them leak it, to- for his own gain. 

“Hazel please just-” he was looking at her finally, he had moved closer to her across the round table that separated them. His scent was strong, but she wanted to get away. Away from him and his sweet scent that used- still does- comfort her but she didn’t want it. Didn’t want him. 

“Just what-” she snapped at him. She didn’t want anything to do with him, hated how his face looked, how he hadn’t truly denied it, that he wasn’t telling her no. that he didn’t know Simon, that his connection wasn’t real, that he hadn’t not lost his laptop. He was silent, and that was more telling. It didn’t make sense, her  

“You’re really going to listen to him? He was the one who leaked it, he couldn’t care less about you, he got what he wanted, his company did what i asked. Showed you what happens when you go against my rules, when you try to break it off. Good luck finding new management”, and with that he walked out, leaving Louis and her in the room. He went to speak, but her omega kicked in the loudest and deepest growl she let out, he was shocked. She couldn’t tell you how she sounded but enough for him to step back. 

“I’m sorry Hazel I really am-” she hated the sound of his voice she didn’t care if he sounded desperate, she was done. Hurt beyond belief and she couldn’t stand to deal with him.

‘If you’re so sorry leave, fucking leave . I don’t ever wanna see you again” she made sure it hurt made sure her voice and words stung hit him how it felt like he’d hit her. How he’d done enough damage already. 

“Lo-”

“ Don’t you can take yourself and your company, go film another pop star. Fuck you tomlinson” she got up instead, turning her head quick as she walked out. She held it together pretty good for a second, making it throught the building with nothing but bubbling anger, and a want to burn it all. She got in the car, bursting into tears. Zayn wasn’t there anymore, but she didn’t care, she’d rather be alone. 

The car ride was rough, silent as she sat alone in her car hearing the gates open slowly the noise bothering her more than ever her teeth grinding on each other as she tried to hold it out. she didnt know what to say her brain racking for ideas, trying to grip onto something anything for her to do. 

She just- she couldn’t bare to think that this was who she trusted. This was who she had given up her body to and not even hours later it happened. she had believed him, when he left that day, when he had said he had a family emergency but, now she wasn’t so sure, she didn’t know what to believe. His texts made no sense in contrast to what Simon said. 

But that made sense if he truly was a manipulator, if she was just this pawn for him to use in this game, what did he owe her. The alpha owed her nothing, nothing that she didn’t know from what Simon said. For once, she believe in Simon’s word which, is how she found herself carelessly tweeting, she didn’t think just hit send,, the words now out to the world. 

If he wanted war , she was giving it. 

Hazel Styles 

@Hazel_Styles 

We did not decide to “part ways” btw, they dropped me! you can thank @Louist91 for helping them leak it :) 

She put down her phone not caring to look nor see the texts come in the vibrations instantly enough for her to know it was over. She didn’t know what to say what to do, she truly couldn’t believe they got here, that this had all happened in the span of a day. 

What she hated most of this was how not only in her mind but her omega, her body was craving him. She wished it was strong that her body wasn’t aching without him next to her but the truth was he wasn’t there, he wasn’t the one to help her heal from this pain he caused her this pain and that was the worst part.

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She was in her bed, the soft comfort of sheets between her and the outside world felt nice, like a protection in a way. She needed it, her body was sore, aching in miserable in ways she hadn’t been before. The dizzy spells were there, forthcoming, and hitting her harder than before. The bed might as well have swallowed her, it had been days, days of being completely out of it, in a drought. The air felt heavy, thick with her scent that she could barely catch onto, heavy with sadness that while she couldn’t see she could feel. 

Her chest felt heavy, like it was all pressing down on her, the tears in her eyes had finally dried but each day brought a new wave at uncertain times. Hazel prayed that today she wouldn’t cry again, wouldn’t let her omega whine for hours because he wasn’t here, he was the one who had betrayed her, given the film up and not once, but twice. Two films had been released and she knew they were everywhere. 

She knew they probably were sprawled out every article and website she could think of, the ones you don’t even think to look for if you don’t try, she knew. Her mother told her not to, Zayn told her not to and yet she’d still open the app each day, checking Twitter to see if it had gotten any better. The hate train was disgusting, draining, she knew it would come to the general public. But she wasn’t ready, as Simon had told her before, they weren’t ready. They proved it to be true, but today wasn’t any easier, though at this point, she was sure she was numb from the pain. 

He was gone, well, she thought so as she had blocked him and his contact on every social media platform (on and off though), and the worst part of this was the sickness she had endured since that day. It had been days, or weeks, she couldn’t tell you, and yet her body was throwing all of the illness her way.

Hazel's body ached, soreness in her muscles, nausea all the time, dizziness and headaches that prolonged for hours on end it wasn’t easy. She found herself not wanting to be alone, she wanted something anything that smelled remotely like him. She had gotten used to it on tour, gotten used to the way the syrup cinnamon scent wrapped around her head her body, like it was being injected into her veins. She missed it she missed him, his smile when he would tell her how pretty she was, the way he had taken such good care of her on tour. 

Her mind was spiraling, thinking of anything. He was truly the one, well, she thought that. She thought she could trust him, but yet again, she felt stupid, like an idiot for believing him and trusting him. The lawyer Liam, whom she had been in contact with ever since the tapes leaked, made it easier, but she had yet to see him. 

The alpha was kind, she could see it through the tone of his text, how he had been checking up on her daily, though she knew it probably also had to do with the alpha she wanted. She knew Louis was keeping tabs on her, or at least, well trying to; she knew him, knew the way he was, hopefully also missing her without her scent. Hazel knew how Louis on off days often wanted to stay in bed scenting the omega still she smelled like him, the memories made her tear up. 

Her phone was still in her hand, but her grip was loose. Lost in thought, sulking in her misery, she hated it, but there was a comfort in a way. She felt at ease knowing that at least if the public hated her, she had her space still. She had tried to build a nest, tried to put the right sheets together, the right clothes stacked, sprawled out how she wanted and nothing worked. So he continued to reminisce, let her mind think of the first time they met because if she couldn’t have him now it was better to have him in her dreams. 

It hadn’t been long before it happened, before she was finally awoken by a loud knock on her bedroom door, her body frantically sitting up, scrambling. She didn’t know who but she had a guess, and she was not in the mood, she didn’t even want to answer it so instead she didn’t. 

“I’m fine” she lied through her teeth with ease not wanting to 

“No, you’re not” Zayn. His voice sounded broken, she could hear it, the way she could also smell him through the door, his scent smelled good but not good enough.

“i. am. fine” she punctuated each word trying to make it 

“Hazel, babes, please just- just… let me see your face? me and your mom have given you time and space, brought you food and all we just want to know you’re okay” he was pleading she knew, but it all felt so new, so fresh. 

“I’m too tired, maybe later” her mind wandered off, licking up her phone again but opening a different app this time, the messages. 

Day 1 

Louis 

it’s not what he said. i promise, i wouldn’t lie to you 

princess 

baby

babes 

Please I promised I wouldn’t do this 

You have to hear me out 

Please you have to, this isn’t my fault

I would never do that to you, you know me 

hazel 

haz 

hazza 

baby 

Please, darling, I’d never hurt you like this 

You’re my favorite person. Why would I destroy everything I had?

The first day hadn’t been easy without him. She felt it all hitting her at once, and nobody was there, besides her security guards who she deliberately told not to let in. It felt like they were the only people left, who hadn’t left her and listened to her wishes.

Anne and Zayn ordered her food, though she says she wasn’t hungry, which wasn’t a lie but she knew she had to eat. Her body wasn’t declining, yet, it wasn’t making her feel too much, it was just a limbo. Her anxiety was always bad, always made her not able to stomach things, but this felt worse, something she quite literally couldn’t stomach, it was hard to process ot digest.  

She tried to eat what they got her, her favorite. The strong smell of vegetable fried rice and fresh chicken made her stomach rumble as one of the guards had brought it to her. Thankfully for her, they didn’t judge. They didn’t make her feel stupid for the lack of organization at her house, how clothes were thrown around sofas, turned, she had a meltdown when she got home. Hazel couldn’t help it as she felt blind with rage and sadness; she hated it. 

Day 5

Lou :/

H

Hazel

Please, I know you see this 

Please don’t block me again, swear I'm not crazy

Okay, maybe a little crazy about you, but I do care, and I know you hate m,e you should 

I miss you alot, i didn’t mean for this to happen 

Didn’t mean to start a war

Didn’t mean for it to get out 

I'll fix this 

She read it over again, seeing his broken promises to her play out as each day someone had found a new way to decipher the video. She felt done for, she could barely process what she had read that day. Didn’t know what he meant through the blurred vision of tears in her eyes, she hated it. 

That day, she found herself finally opening the blinds. Finally letting some light into her room as she was surprised and found herself whining at the new intrusion. If she was honest, everything felt like an intrusion it all felt strange. Her room with faint traces of his scent in her clothes, she wanted them gone, but something told her she needed them. 

The nausea, the waves of it taking over her body each day, had gotten exponentially worse, and she could barely keep anything down. She subtly made her point about it when Zayn asked, which in turn led to Zayn getting her over 10 different types of soups. 

He’d gotten bolder, too, Zayn. His text had gone from concerning to confronting, trying to get her to open the door, trying to be let into the house. He'd even gone as far as to go past the guards, trying to deliver the groceries himself. She hadn't let him yell at him so loud, even the guards were probably concerned she knew they were everybody was but it wasn't that she didn't want to let him in but she didn't know how to let him in. 

Her mom still texted her every day, her sweet little reminders that she was good enough, that she would be there for her when she was ready, were enough. She wished she had her mother's scent around her, the aching in her bones and her muscles was starting to come to her, but she ignored. Didn't want to tell her mother how much she needed her in the moment because she felt weak and embarrassed by it all. 

Day 10 

Lou :/

Hazel, I know you haven’t answered. It's been almost 10 days, and I miss you. 

I know you see what they’re saying, and what the internet is sayin,g and I know it’s getting to you. 

You’re so much better than that, than what they think they’re saying, or pushing.

Simon is an idiot, and I promise I have a good explanation, but you have to believe me, please, please. 

I hate to beg, but for you I'd do anything. 

Hazel, please just give me a chance I promise you can ignore me after this. I just want you to know the truth. 

She looked over her phone, reading the messages again and again. Four days ago, he said this, and not a word since. Not a knock at the door, not a peep of anything. Hazel hadn’t bothered to check his socials. She knew him; he wasn’t very active there, but something in her was telling her to check. She opened up her phone, went to the app, the notification, and mentions were crazy as usual, but as she clicked on his name, something stuck out. 

He had quoted one of the articles, his words sticking out as she read them over and over. 

Louis Tomlinson 

@louist91

Don’t trust everything you read, this industry is fucked up, and there are people out there who would do anything including STEALING personal stuff to get what they want. I would never leak this, you don’t have to believe me, but I will prove it.

Her eyes swept over his texts, his tweet. Zayn was still behind the door, and she knew it. His scent was lingering, and she couldn’t help it as her body recoiled. Normally, she could stand it; she usually loved to have it near her, but something was off this time. 

“I- I’m- I’m sorry Zayn, you can go” she wiped the tears from her eyes, the sniffle she let out loud and clear, but she didn’t want him to see her like this. No matter how many times he had been there for her she was still afraid of vulnerability.

“Hazel babes, I don’t care what you say. I’m gonna stay right here, we can talk, you can be silent, I just need to know you're gonna eat and be alright” the omega was gentle, she could feel his phermones slightly through the door helping her relax a bit but she didn’t- couldn’t push herself for more.

“I'm not hungry,” she whispered out as her stomach growled, Zayn laughing through the door. He knew he was lying  

“ Babes, I can tell that you’re hungry, please just let me” the loud knock on the door made her turn her head. She could hear him shuffling behind the door as she frantically got into bed. She wondered who could be at her house, with no idea even what time it could be. The days have been blurring together, each day feeling like the next, each moment, each second feeling like the next. It was an endless cycle. She heard him get up, the creak of the door loud as she heard him open the door, but she didn’t hear much, but her nose had a sense. 

The omega felt her head picking up her eyes more widely as she knew what that was. She knew his woody cinnamon scent from anywhere, the way that it was so strong, the way it engulfed her, no matter how far he was. She knew him; her nose was stronger, though she thought it was weaker with the way her body was feeling.

The girl didn’t know what to do, her body pausing her mind, stopping as she thought through all the options. She could go down there, her body is still weak, she probably would stumble and nearly fall down the stairs as she told him off, but she couldn’t. Her mind was still stuck as she wanted to listen in on the conversation, but her ears felt blocked.

So instead she opted to stay in the room to wait it out as she heard some type of noise, some type of commotion, she didn’t want to bother, didn't want to ask them what was going on or see it because she couldn’t stand to see his face. It’s been 10 days, and yet she still couldn’t find it in her to even see his face and see the articles written about his new company that she knew was going to take off. 

It took a good couple of minutes as she waited, letting her mind think of any possibility of what he was saying that was keeping Zayn down there longer, she had no clue. But Hazel’s mind was thinking of it all. Yet, there was something lingering in the back of her mind, something telling her that she should listen, she should open the door and peek her head out, just to see what he was saying. 

She scooted closer to the door, the dry sound of her skin against the wood, as she made her way over, opening the door slightly with her shaking hands. She looked out the door, seeing a clear view of Zayn. His head was covering him clearly, but she could see him going off his arms, wavering from side to side, up, down, you name it. He was clearly going off on him, telling him off, probably how he shouldn’t be here, she should go away, but she didn’t know if she truly wanted him to go away. Her head was further out the door, she found herself leaning in as his scent became thicker. 

It was toxic in the way that his scent was still able to have a meaning, an effect on her. She looked at him, seeing the slight peak of his hair, she knew she was done for, and she hated that feeling. Hated that he still made her omega pur. 

She backed away feeling her mind thinking about it again, thinking about that one thought, the one thing that she didn’t want because it was circling her mind telling her that she should listen her anxiety was telling her the worst but something was lingering hiding beneath the shadows of each and every single one of her thoughts. 

What if he’s innocent? 

 📸 ‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

4 days later 

They didn’t speak about it. She wouldn’t allow him to allow her to mention his name to her; she just wanted not to think about it. Ever since that day, she has been looking more at Twitter, looking at the interactions on the timeline, seeing people go back-and-forth between actually blaming him, blaming her management or finding some other scapegoat. The narrative had changed; she’s not sure what other articles came out, but it always was changing in front of her eyes. 

Hazel wasn’t pleased, but she wasn’t disappointed either. Her eyes had finally picked up on the date surrounding each of the tweets, seeing how it had truly now been 14 days. 14 days since the incident, 14 days since she truly hadn’t made contact with the outside, not a picture of her, she knew people were worried. Could see her fans were concerned her mother was still concerned too, but she knew that Zayn was still there for her. 

What she wasn’t prepared for was him. For him to still be texting her. His texts came through rapidly that day, she had unblocked him again . They were coming through at lightning speed, and she watched as her phone lit up time and time again. She didn’t want to think much of it, usually, she fell asleep when he was sending it or she was throwing her guts up. 

The nausea hadn’t settled, still giving her a hard time, but she wasn’t ready to admit what it might be. Not ready to think about the consequences of it all if what she thought was true was true. Hazel didn’t have time, nor the energy. 

Zayn had texted her that day, asking if he could drop off some more food, and she said yes, but she wasn’t prepared for what would happen. 

The first time she let Zayn in the house, she wasn’t really thinking. She wasn’t sure what time it was or what was going on. Hazel had seen the dates, but it wasn’t going through in her mind. 

All she could tell you was that she was hungry. The hunger inside her body was coiling not only at the end of her stomach, but it was coming to her throat. She could feel the nausea rolling in waves. But she still wanted food. Her nose was clearly in tune as it sniffed out the scent. She couldn’t tell why her body needed it, her mind yelling at her, screaming at her, to reach out to take it in and eat it all in one go. This was one of the only times recently that she truly felt a hunger, the hollow, empty feeling in her stomach becoming too much as she wanted it. 

So it shouldn’t have come as no surprise when she heard a loud knock at the door, and she opened it quickly, going to grab it. Zayn was quicker, his hands sticking out pressing the door open as he burst inside. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out; her throat was dry from the lack of water and the lack of hydration. 

Instead, she grabbed the food from his hands quickly, her fingertips grabbing onto the edge of the plastic bag, taking it with her into the kitchen. Her legs moved out, and they had the exhaustion hit her instantly as she sat in the chair. She felt a little dizzy in a way, her vision blurring the smart she was seeing in front of her eyes. But the smell of the filter her nose, the sweet smell of what she had been craving, fresh fried chicken, she had no idea why she hadn’t even bothered asking for it, but having it in front of her now, she dove in. 

It was like her ears were blind, hollow, and buzzing as she didn’t hear his ring at the house. Something had snapped in her, and she didn’t want to push him away. She didn’t hear as he closed the door, making his way over his footsteps normally loud to he,r but this time they were quiet in the background as she took small bites of the food at a quick pace. 

It wasn’t until her belly was full that the heavy feeling of food in her stomach till she finally snapped out of it turned around, smelling his scent. It was clean, refreshing, and new in a way she hadn’t had before. 

She had no idea what she looked like or whether she had put together her hair, probably messed up a knot in it. She didn’t care; she was looking at his eyes, and she met his brown eyes, giving her that look of sympathy. She hated that look. Normally, she couldn’t help it as she felt the tears coming up in a quick rush on the brim of her eyes and the next thing she knew, they were on her face, coming at a faster, more rapid pace than before as Zayn made his way over. She didn’t have to say much, but he wrapped his arms around her. The feeling was rejuvenating. 

“It’s okay,” he had whispered, his words soothing all the nerves, her hands shaking a little as she held onto him. She didn’t know why it had taken her this long. Why she had waited so long to finally let him in, but she didn’t care anymore. She let him hold her till her tears stopped drying, as he gave her some napkins as a replacement for tissue. 

She cleaned up her tears, and the silence was there once again. She didn’t know what to say, or do, quite frankly, she hadn’t prepared to let them in, she’d barely let herself in to this. to think about what happened because a tiny part of her brain was still in disbelief. 

“Zayn” he hummed looking at her as she pulled a little away from him. 

“What if he’s innocent” he was taken back immediately, his arms moving as they shifted. She could see it, hear his next words practically dripping from his mouth. 

“Hazel, what?” the pink blush tinting her cheeks as she couldn’t think of how to say it again. She was unsure. 

“What-if..he’s… innocent?” she whispered it this time not ready for Zayn’s anger to be clear for 

“Hazel, you can’t be serious? This man was- he hurt you? And you cannot seriously think I’d let you even talk to him.” she could feel the guilt as she even thought about giving him a chance, it was just in her nature, she wanted to forgive, at least some closure. If he wouldn’t give it the least, she could do when he’s there is take it for herself. 

“But I wanna talk to him just- just once” she knew he wouldn’t budge Zayn was harsh; he was always like this, granted with good reasons. But she felt it, something was saying it wasn’t right. 

“Why would you? You said it yourself through text, he was silent?” he got her there, she thought it about it, over and over. Thinking about the way he stood there, nothing to say, she remembers how Simons’ hands were on him she was sure it couldn’t have been comfortable. 

But was he silent or silence?” 

“You may be right, but why now, why talk to him now?” she could feel his hesitance, could feel his body and his emotions pouring out through his sugary orange scent surrounding her in the moment. 

“Because I want to, I don’t need to know much. I just want to know the truth. Maybe he’s not innocent, but I deserve the truth” that hit him as he looked at his best friend, seeing her so open, it was more than just sadness, he could feel it in the air his omega in tune with hers. 

“I’m very hesitant to agree to this, but I’ll let it slide, but one rule” he looked at her, pointing his finger as she hummed. “Yes” she waited as he thought it over a bit for one more second before speaking. 

“I have to be here with you” and she agreed, letting him have his way this time because he definitely had some right to be there. If she needed someone to help and/or kick the alpha’s ass she knew she could count on. 

Day 14

Lou :/ 

Baby please

I know you’ve seen the news, and things are changing. It’s a good thing, I promise

I know I’ve said it a lot, but I miss you, I'm sorry 

I really do care about you

Just give me a chance, please 

I found out more and you need to hear it

Just give me one more chance before u block me

Hazel 

You have one chance to explain this, no bullshit, just the truth. Meet me at my house tomorrow 9am

Lou :/ 

I’ll tell the truth, I’ll be there. 

read by Hazel….

She’d fallen asleep that night a little easier, her mind less harsh, her thoughts spinning less as she found herself in the same bed that felt like a safe haven yet a trap, something she couldn’t escape, but now, she felt more ready that she could escape this trap. 

The Next Day…

Hazel wasn’t sure why she suggested morning, why out of all the times in the world she suggested earlier in the morning than how much she normally did. But in the back of her head, she knew why; he was always a late riser, loved to sleep in while she normally woke up before him, and gently tapped on him to get out of bed. Hazel knew in her mind she didn’t need to be up so quickly because lately she had been suffering too; she also was not waking up at the same time, and when she did, she was either nauseous or having stomach pain, which she still hadn’t been honest with Zayn about. She knew what he would have to say, but she wanted to at least spare herself the thought till after.

Hazel woke up that morning on the toilet, mouth open as she practically dry heaved, nothing coming out, she hated this. The smell of ginger usually helped; it being right near her in the bathroom was perfect since she had moved it there. The omega wasn’t sure how long she was there, till her body was done, the feeling disappearing. 

She didn’t bother looking at the time as she knew her body's routine by now, and if she was right, she still had two hours till Louis was due to come over. So she got herself up and began picking up the pieces. It wasn’t easy, in fact, she felt like she’d given up on herself completely, though she knew she didn’t; she couldn’t help it as she stepped in front of the mirror for the first time to truly look at herself.

She wished she could feel more anger, more of an emotion as she took in her face. She wanted to try and feel more, but all she could feel was a deepening melancholy. It was hollow and numbing, not enough to have her teary, but enough to make her let out a sigh. She knew it was bad, but not like this. Not to where she could see the dirt building on her skin, to where her eye bags were so deep you’d think you could build a well in there. It wasn’t even bad, it was saddening that her worst fear came true, and it had manifested in her life, too. She stared a little longer, taking it in, herself in as she caressed her body, holding herself in more places; she didn’t have the comfort of others, but she had herself. 

She started small. Running the water as she let the wet splashes and sound make its way up to her ears, it felt nice to hear the sound of it in her ears. She felt like she was doing something right as she picked up her toothbrush and began to get it wet, getting the pasty substance on it before she brushed. She didn’t know why, but she hummed a song, one of her own, golden. The last part of it was stuck on the tips of her tongue as she thought of it more and more. 

She was open now. So open and maybe not golden, but there was time, and time could help change.   

Hazel finished up, the two minutes passing by with ease as she finally made her way to the shower. She genlty turned the knob watching as the water came out slightly getting her her a little as she moved back. She walked back out slowly with her movements as she picking out clothes she had. The girl didn’t put much thought just something simple and comfy, one of her matching sets, the long sleeve top and matching shorts, lay out on her bed. She walked back into the bathroom, seeing the steam, feeling it on her skin as she moved to take off her clothes. 

It felt slow the way she did it, but she couldn’t help it as she took her time taking off each piece, laying it down carefully and neatly, she didn’t want to trip on anything. She took a deep breath, not sure why she was so anxious, but she stepped in. 

The relief was instant, her body being content, her mind feeling free as the warm water kissed her skin. It was a sign of relief as she tilted her head. She missed this, missed the way the water felt on her skin as she grabbed the sponge and soap. She began to wash, to gently move the bristled sponge on her skin; it was a different texture, but she liked the feeling. Like how it felt, and how she felt her body relaxing, her omega was calm. The scent was good too, it reminded her of a good place where she felt happy.

She went through the rest of her body, shampooing her curls, washing it out, conditioning, and so on, till she had taken care of her whole body. She didn’t know how long it had been, just that as she stepped out of the shower, the mirrors were fogged and she could see the steam move with her. 

She got the towels around herself as she put up her hair, getting it up just enough as she finally felt something in her. It wasn’t joy or relief, it was something simple, something quieter and comfy. Hazel made her way out, moisturizing her skin, it feeling smooth on her freshly shaved legs as she then made her way back to the bed. She pulled on the clothes, the shirt a little harder with the towel protecting her wet curls. 

Once the omega had finished up, she looked in the mirror, taking down her curls as they were a little wet still as she made her way through the routine. It felt different, longer this time, as her body moved a little struggle with the angles, but she finished. Looking at her face once again, she couldn’t help but sigh. She thought about doing it, about putting on makeup for this because that's what she’s done before. Putting on a brave face for everyone in front, but this time as she thought about it, she didn’t; instead, she went over her skin care routine with a smile on her bare face. 

She wasn’t going to pretend this didn’t affect her. That she hadn’t felt any effects, she got ready today for herself, and herself only. 

📸‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

She’d been waiting downstairs on the couch, Zayn next to her as they waited. He didn’t say much, probably realizing it was too early for her and also that she did not want to hear a word. She was already nervous as it was, her mind telling her this was a bad idea. 

What if he’s lying again? 

He won’t tell the truth.

What if it’s all a lie?

“Hazel,” she hummed, seeing Zayn’s hand on her as her ears perked, she could hear the shuffling at the door, the slight twinge of a scent had her tipped off. 

He was here, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready. 

She looked at Zayn again. Swallowing the rest of what was left in her mouth, the dryness she could feel was instant, and she wasn’t sure what she hated more, the thought of him here or that he was actually here. The alpha hadn’t knocked her off, but she also knew that if he was anything like her, he was also feeling some type of way. 

“I’ll be fine” she finally spoke the words coming out in a whisper as she felt her body deflate a bit. The words were less for Zayn and more to reassure herself as she finally heard the knock at the door. This time it was different, softer, less harsh, like he knew if it was too much, she’d get startled, so she let the other omega get the door. 

Nothing could have prepared her for him, his scent, his face, his hair, his presence, just him. She didn't realize how much could have changed in the span of these days, but they had changed. He looked different, rougher, his beard had grown out exponentially, his hair tousled and a little longer, in ways that it still looked put together. She knew him, could see how he was affected too, and that made her feel a little better. A little hopeful too. 

What she didn’t see was the flowers in his hand, it threw her off, along with his scent that was so heavily occupying the room she thought she was in his house. She didn’t know what to do, mouth open agape like a fish in water. She was sure this was going to be weird, and she hated this, hated that while she was fishing for something to say, her hands reached out. Stretched till the omega’s hands nearly touched his as she grabbed the base of the flowers. His hand hadn’t directly touched hers, but it was enough for her. She pulled back, the hitch of her breath small, but she knew Louis noticed it as he pulled away. 

He sat down on the other couch, which was angled towards her so she could see him. How his body was still toned in ways, how he was still occupying her mind in ways she wished he didn’t. She hated this, hated that she had done this and that she was letting him in here because her omega still wanted him after all this time. Any of the aches she had been feeling also were gone, not completely, but enough that she could focus on clearing her throat before speaking. 

“You can speak, you know,” she tilted her head, hands gesturing at him, her tone harsher than she thought, as even Zayn was a little taken aback. She had asked him to stay silent; he was here for a conversation with her, so that's what he was going to get. 

“I- I’m sorry,” that was all he could get out. She watched him move; she could see he had more and she knew he hadn’t bothered her for all those days just to do this. After she unblocked and blocked him no way. 

“You’ve said that a lot, Tomlinson, and I want to believe you, but- god. You’re- I ha- I can’t believe you,” she almost said it what she had been wanting to say, but her mind stopped her before her mouth. She hated that she was still angry, but she couldn’t- no wouldn’t let it go till he spoke truly. 

“I know you can’t believe me, and I am sorry I- I need you to believe me or hear me when I say i never wanted this to happen. I didn’t- this” he gestured at the two of them his eyes carrying a weight “wasn’t supposed to happen. And the video was never trust me never supposed to happen,” he put emphasis on the words, she wished it was easier. That her mind could believe him instantly. She wanted to. She truly wanted to believe him, but this wasn’t enough. 

“Then what was? Because you used me for your gain, you couldn’t deny it. You were silent, and do you know how dumb, how stupid i felt knowing i had trusted someone, someone in this industry who seemed like they would help me only for them to stab me in the back again” she hated to compare, hated that her mind went back to him, it was always him, always and she wanted it to stop but her mind stayed there. 

“Don’t compare me to him, Hazel. You know i am nothing like him, it’s not simple. It isn’t some of it is- well… true,” she glared at him, opening her mouth to speak before he cut her off “but I did not leak the video, I wasn’t trying to use you for my gain, Simon lied to me. He- he told me if was beneficial if I got you on board that the documentary would be good, and as you said, it was a mutual gain,” she sighed, hating it. Hated that there was some truth to it that Simon's words were, for once, not only truthful but meaningful.

“Then explain it, since it’s not so black and white” he looked at her, looked at Zayn, she could see his body tense, a slight flush on his cheek, before he spoke, beginning the story. 

📸‧ ₊˚ ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

It had been years, a couple in the making since he had last seen Simon, since things had change for him. It had gotten worse, he didn’t like or want to admit it, but he was right, Simon was right at the start and he hated how he was dangling it in front of his face. 

When he first met Simon, he told him no, specifically against his mother's wishes. She told him no more, like guiding him not to fall into the trap, she could sense something off with the alpha and she was right, but he didn’t know it. He never wanted to do it, to be paired with and under a label, not again after he had worked so hard to think of new ideas, new ways to do things with artists. 

He had watched it. Watch this paparazzi disrespected each and every single artist, the way that things had gotten worse over the past few years. He knew that something needed to change, that someone needed to step in and show paparazzi how you truly should be treating artists. They were human too. 

So he told himself he would. When he first started his company, he knew what he wanted to do, he knew what he wanted to market based off of in what artist he wanted to go after. But it wasn't working, it didn't seem possible, it felt impossible as each and every time he tried to get pictures, more and more other bigger companies got in front of him, stepped all over him like he was nothing but prey in a field of predators. 

The past few years had been rough. He was able to score some interviews, get some things done meet with some artists, but none of it was enough. He wasn't meeting the standards wasn’t meeting the goals that he had originally intended to, planned for from the beginning. He said he was drowning, drowning in debt and piles of money that he couldn't pay back, and worst of all, he was still having issues in other places. His family had been going through it. 

His father had left his mom unexpectedly, and she hadn’t been doing good since. She was struggling. Struggling to balance the kids, her job, and her personal life, it was all so much as his father had just left. He almost thought she was going into depri with the sudden loss of his scent. Not a sign or trace of him to even settle the matters, just left. 

So this left Louis no choice. He moved back into his childhood home, the town still the same as before. In his eyes, it was as if he never left. Yet he could see the small changes, how it was the same but not. He had watched the twins grow, but now they were bigger. Lottie had grown too, her now in the same working position as him, but she couldn’t do it on her own. 

Louis realized it as he got home more and more that they needed him. His mom didn’t say that no, she wouldn’t, she was too selfless for that. Though he knew for a fact, for her as an omega, things were harder at the moment. Instead, it was subtle, letting Louis pay the bills when she wasn’t looking, her asking him to do little things for the house, and when he realized it was a bigger issue at stake, he handled it. 

He was also helping the kids, he loved his siblings, honestly and truly but in ways they were still so young, so naive about the world around him, so he didn’t think to warn them. Didn’t think to tell them not to talk to mysterious strangers because he was becoming like a parent, but he wasn’t one. 

They were at the park when it happened. He was sitting down, not paying much attention as he scrolled on his phone, looking at all the pictures that he had taken recently of a celebrity. He usually didn't put it on his phone, but things were tight, time was crunching, going faster than he didn't intended, so he was on his phone using one of the apps. Trying his best to get the work done while simultaneously checking on the girls.

He had been on his phone a bit too long when it happened. The twins came over, small, similar faces of joy as they tapped on Louis, trying to get his attention. He looked up quickly instantly his alpha on alert, as he looked at his sisters rushing out to tap them, check that they were okay. 

“We’re fine Lou” she smiled at him, her cute, adorable smile making him feel a bit better. It drove him crazy, though, looking at her and her twin, how easily they looked alike and like their mom.

“Yea, no need to worry” Phoebe had chimed in, a sigh of relief escaping his lips till he saw something in their- well Daisy’s hands. He wasn’t sure why, but his alpha sense something, the slight smell attached to it. 

“What's that in your hand love” Daisy smiled, in a bright eagerly manner as she handed it off to him.

“This man” she pointed to an area where he could see someone, “he said he had to give this to you. Not sure why he didn’t come over, but he was nice about it, asked nice too,” she finished her sentence, handing him the letter. He didn’t mean to, but as he looked ou,t his alpha let out a slight growl, the twins jumped a little, as he tried to reassure them.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to just- just stay more in this area yea? Don’t want you talking to any more strange alphas,” the two nodded their heads, shoulders shrugged in sync as they moved over Louis, being able to see them in his vision as he watched them. He flipped the card over in his hand, the card reeked of a sour scent, but he tried to ignore it as he read the name. 

Simon Cowell

Modest Management

xxx-xxx-xxx

He read over the woods a couple of times, trying to process what this meant and who he was. The name sounded familiar, super familiar in the ways that he knew it probably related to the industry. It sent a shiver down his spine as he thought about how he'd used his siblings. How he had waited till they were near to take advantage, to get them to give him the card, and it was odd. Made him question why, and that should have been the first red flag.

The second should have been when he said no, when things at home were too much and nothing seemed to be going right. The company was steady at the time, nothing too off before he had decided to get in touch with Simon, it was fine. At least that's what he thought till he tried to explain how he wasn't ready. He needed to focus on his family, the things at home the things most important to him. 

Instead of taking the ‘no’ straight up, accepting it, and moving on, his word stuck in his head. He was harsh and abrasive about it. His scent overwhelmed him, he couldn't quite place why it was affecting him so much. But he had said no. 

“You’re gonna regret this, you’ll be back soon” and he was right. Here he was giving into what he thought he’d never do. 

He was at the office, his feet carrying him more than his body, more than his mind as he made his way up the stairs to the elevator office. It was familiar, same as the last time, nothing too much changed, but just Simon was there. He didn’t understand why, why just him, but something was telling him there was more to this something underlying than what he had said. 

“Go on, sit down” he was weary, hesitant as he finally sat down in the chair, uncomfy unfamiliar feeling making the arms on his hair raise. As he sat down, he looked around, trying to think to rationalize with himself why he was here. 

“It’s been a couple of years, like what 4?” simon hummed walking around the table standing directly across from him “so what are you looking for now? I already gave you a chance years ago to build something else why now” and louis hated how he made him feel small made him feel like he was in the wrong for saying no, he didn’t need him, didn’t need to. 

“Because you were right,” he hated to admit it, hated to tell this man who’d been waiting on him that he was right. But here he was, trying to get money, or anything to keep himself afloat. His mother didn’t know; he knew she’d warn him but he needed it, they needed it because while she kept pretending it was all fine,it wasn’t. 

“I was right wasn’t I? Glad to know you understand your place, now since you want to work with me and I’m doing a favor for you, you need to do a favor to me” he was weary, his gut was telling him somethinge was wrong but he couldn’t help but picture it. See his mother, who had been struggling more and more to get out of bed, who could barely walk, who refused help. Because they couldn’t afford it, he nodded his head. 

“Hazel styles, she’s our best artist, and she’s thinking of leaving, but we can’t have her leaving, so we need you to do some type of collab, something that’ll keep her thinking we suggested it. Just make it work, and we’ll give you all you need” he was confused why she would leave her management now. He didn’t know the girl, but he knew he needed the money, plus it wasn’t like he said he had to get her to stay. 

Just help push her how bad could it be? 

So he signed the papers, skimming them over, signing away as he read the amount of money. His eyes widened as he read it. It was a lot of money, more than he’d been seeing, seeing in a lifetime.

“Thank you” he said, finally standing up, looking the older man in the eyes as he shook his head. He didn’t think this would be too hard and once he got her on board, he’d get the money. 

“Don’t make me regret it” he walked out of the office with a smile on his face, coming home to his mother, seeing her sick, he felt a little better knowing he was going to help her.

📸

He didn’t expect to like her, didn’t expect her scent to be so sweet, mouth-watering at that. She was witty, smart, beautiful, and a hard worker. She was kind to her fans, to the world that had treated her so cruel. She was a flower he watched wilt away. It wasn’t in the plans, it was his plan to fall for her, to fall for the omega. His alpha was in agreement that she was what he needed, who he needed; it was intoxicating how fast she had him wrapped around her finger. 

As they got towards the end of the tour, he started to rethink, started to regret the deal he made as he watched and listened ot Hazel. He hated seeing it how cruel they were to her, and how she never seemed like she could be free. It started small, a little call to his friend Liam, whom he knew could help; he didn’t think about it didn’t think it was going to matter, till he was here.

Here at the office they had called him in, Simon had called him in. He saw it on the news, saw it everywhere, and he had no idea what to do, what was going to happen, but once he got there, he knew it was bad. He could see it in his face, smell it in his scent, he was angry that was for sure but there was something sinister about his smile, how he was looking at him. 

“You know why I called you right” Louis was unsure, shaking his head as Simon laughed, it made im feel small, he hated it.

“We had a deal and you broke it” he stated as a matter of a fact, but Louis was annoyed and wasn’t having it. He was tired, just got off a flight and he wanted to see Hazel. 

“I didn’t break it i did what you asked, we didn’t even finish the documentary” and he was right, but there was a catch, it was Simon, there was always a catch.

“You really think we didn’t know? We have ears everywhere,” Louis shivere,d knowing what that meant, they knew. 

“We knew she could still try to leave but you? Helping her when you're in a contract with us, I shouldn’t have trusted you so much, but since you're still in contract and I know you need the money, you have one more job to do”

“You're a prick, how could you do something like this? To one of your own artist?” 

“Who said she’s our artist anymore? She wanted to leave and she can now”

“So you did it” Simon looked away, and for a fraction of a second, he thought he saw something flash in his eyes, maybe guilt. But instead, he laughed, he turned back looking at Louis, smug. 

“We didn’t do anything, technically it was you, the files were from your computer. So if you want the money and to help your mom- which I’m sure she would appreciate it, You’ll take the blame” 

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“I- how can I trust you? Why would you take the money? I hope you're happy you-”

“I got it on recording,” he interrupted her. She turned fast, confused and annoyed at the same time. She also saw Zayn move out of the corner of her eye.

“You what?” both Zayn and Hazel’s voices spoke in sync. 

“After he said he was still going to pay me, I had an inkling he wouldn’t it was stupid, I know, but I had to wait and see if I could figure out how they got the tapes and confront him”

“So let me get this straight, you took the blame and knew he was lying so you could get it on film?” she was lost, still hurt in a way because she couldn’t tell if he’d only done it for money. It was what he needed, she knew that. Knew that from the way he talked, his mother clearly needed it, but she still was hesitant. Still didnt’t to believe him. He nodded his head to her question as he pulled out his phone, opening up the app. 

She saw the black and red, saw the voice recording as he pulled it up it was long. She watched as he scrolled to the top, clicking on the name. Louis’s voice was clear. 

“You said you’d give me the money i needed?” she heard a cough on the other end, most likely Simon. 

“I never guaranteed when” she could paint it see how the alpha was probably doing that thing, where he shrugged his shoulders like he didn’t know.

“It’s been days, and if you don’t pay me I’ll go to the press,” she heard him shuffle, like he was moving closer to Simon, his voice was clearer now. 

“Like they’d believe you, you’re just a small pap, and Hazel already let the world know it was you” her stomach churned as she thought about it, the tweet she put out with his name. 

“I’m not stupid, you’re stupid if you think I haven’t had my friends help me. You guys did it, you guys stole my computer and took all the files, and leaked it for god knows why”

“She had a choice, you had a choice too” she didn’t like how his tone changed, how he was blaming him, but her too. Like, he wasn’t the one who put her through so much that she wanted to leave

“And you treat her horribly, you think I’d give up my morals for money”

“You did it before.” She could hear his intake of breath, sharp, and she knew Simon was right. 

“That was before I met her, before I saw how truly disgusting you are. You take advantage of omegas, of young, impressionable artists who just want to make it in this industry. Hell, you took advantage of my situation.”

“I helped.”

“No, you destroyed people, you leaked a tape of Hazel to what? Make it so the world would hate her, and nobody would take her? Well, guess what, there are managements who want her, because unlike you, they want what’s best for their artists.”

“You don’t get it”

“You’re right, I don’t, and I don’t want to. You’re an alpha who abuses his power to make others feel small, to hold them in control because you lack control in your life-” she could hear him move, she couldn’t see Louis, but as Simon cut him off, his voice was so close she knew they were face to face. 

“Get out” his voice was loud, heavy, and she didn’t need to see his face to know he was pissed as he spoke. 

“Fine by me, just know you won’t get away with this” and the tape ended. Her body shivered as she looked at him. She didn’t know what to say. She could smell him, feel his nervous energy radiating off him heavily. She couldn’t speak or move, just looked at him. 

He’d really done it, got them admitting on tape that he did it, he had no shame either. Just excuses after excuses, and it made the heavy weight on her chest feel lifted in a way. Louis heard her, he saw her in ways that she didn’t before, and she was still a little angry that she couldn’t lie, but she knew that it would pass. 

Zayn was in shock when she looked at him, she could see the gears in his head turning more as she was thinking too. Hazel knew he was horrible, knew Simon was capable of a lot, but this was a new low. A new type of low, she didn’t know how she would get past it, she was free from him now, but she had lost so much, it felt like. 

Looking over at Louis, she could see how he was waiting; she could see his patience, and it made her smile just a bit. He wasn’t pushing, just sitting, waiting for her to speak, to move; he was letting her have control. The one thing she had been wanting since the start of her career. 

“You’re so dumb Lou, god” she rolled her eyes, her body moved as she talked, making her way over the couch to him, quick as she pulled him into a hug. The alpha was clearly shocked, his hands taking a second to hold onto her. She buried her nose in his neck, close enough to his scent that she had missed so much. 

“I’m still a little mad right now but don’t ever do that shit again” she pulled back looking at him before she quickly kissed him then pulled back. Holding his face in her hands, tears came out of both of their eyes when they looked at each other. 

“Never again, I’m so sorry” his apology meant the world, and she knew it would take a second but for now she wanted to enjoy this. To take this in because she knew something would have to be done but not now. 

“You’re lucky she’s forgiving, so i guess i can too” Zayn shrugged his shoulder, rolling his eyes at the couple in front of him. Zayn was relieved; truthfully, he was glad this had worked out. He didn’t know what was next for her, but he was ready to find out. 

She had them behind he,r and that’s all that matters. 

A couple of days later… 

“Hazel, babe, Hazel” she was in the bathroom, staring at the stick in her hand, and while she heard his voice, she was frozen. It was staring back at her, and she knew this would probably be what the results were; she still had been on and off being sick. Playing it off to everyone but Zayn knew, gave her the test for this morning, which she wasn’t sure why she chose now but she did. 

Hazel could hear him coming, she didn’t know what to say, or do, but the test was in her hands as he heard him slowly opened the door. 

“Darling what’s wrong?” he was standing near the door, his voice soft as he looked at her. The stick in her hands, and as his eyes looked, but he let her speak. She could feel his calming pheromones, it made it easier to speak. 

“I- I’m pregnant” she closed her eyes, waiting for some dramatic response, but all she got was him laughing. him stepping closer as she felt his hands on her crossed arms. 

“Baby” she hummed, looking at him. He was holding her so gently “I knew” she hit him playfully as she gasped at him. 

“You knew and you didn’t say anything,” he smiled, looking at her as a pout formed on her face, pushing him away as he kept trying to move her back. Now she felt stupid.   

“I didn't know for sure, but your scent changed a little. You smell sweeter too” he kissed her cheek, and she still wouldn’t look at him. She felt emotional, knowing he knew and he waited for her to tell him, and then this. He was so calm, not a care in the world that he got her pregnant, and it hadn’t been long since they made up. 

“Can’t believe you knew,” she murmured to him. He held her as she felt slight tears come up, and she tried to hold them back, but her emotions were all over the place. She couldn’t believe it. 

I'm pregnant.

She didn’t know what she truly wanted, they were supposed to leave soon. She knew today was important, and now with this news, she knew she had to do it. She pulled back, looking at the alpha, his sweet thick, and she wanted to be engulfed more in it, but instead she looked at him with a little kiss on his lips. 

“So you're okay with this?” she asked again to be sure. Louis just nodded his head. 

“I love you babe, so whatever you want, I want” he was sweet his words shocking her. She was stunned for a second looking at him in admiration. He was going to be a great father.

“I- I love you too” he hugged her, a small kiss to her lips again before they looked a the time. She wanted- no need to do this. Which is how she found herself in the car with Louis as they drove. She knew today was going to be a lot, she had made sure it was all set according to plan. Louis was with her now, and Zayn would meet her there along with other people. 

The car ride was comfortable, Louis' hands cradling her belly as she had her head placed in his nose, letting his scent keep her calm, her hormones feeling overwhelming, but she had him by her side. The music was playing softly too, the scene was perfect in her head and she couldn’t be more all over the place, but she was ready.

They got to the place, the cool breeze hitting her face as she stepped out of the car, with Louis helping her out. The building looked different, colder, less exciting than it did when she was 16, but she was going to change that. 

They walked up to the building, meeting everyone there, having little exchanges as they walked through the building. It felt weird to be there with everyone looking at her; the mix of scents in the place made her shiver. She had to remind herself that she wasn’t 16 anymore; she was there and present. 

Once they made it to his office, she felt her heart drop. She looked at the name, seeing it as the person stepped towards the door. She felt Louis’ hands on her, rubbing softly as he murmured some words of encouragement. She closed her eyes, looking at the door before walking in.

“Simon Cowell” he looked up his bitter, sour scent filled her nose, and she tried her best not to crinkle her nose. But she couldn’t help it as he looked up, rolling his eyes. 

“Hazel, nice to see you” his snarky, bitter tone made her want to snap, but she had to keep calm. 

“You won’t be saying that for long” and it was at that moment Liam and the other guy beside him stepped forward, handing him the papers, “you have been served.” She smiled, seeing his face change as his eyes scanned over the papers. 

“See you in court,” she smiled at him, turning around with the rest of her team, Louis taking her hand. She squeezed it, looking at him as they finally made their way into the elevator.

Hazel stepped outside, meeting the paparazzi, seeing all the flashing lights, all the questions coming her way, she had been thinking about it all day. So as she finally stopped, she saw the paparazzi, their cameras out. 

“When I was 16, I came into this industry not knowing who to trust, having to hide who I was and my identity because the very own people I chose to trust thought it was best, better for me and my safety. But those same people turned out to be the ones I could trust the least, so today, we served Simon Cowell papers because I, Hazel Styles, will be suing him. This isn’t just for me, but to protect every new artist, because we all deserve justice and protection. Thank you” the flashes kept going off till she got in the car, till Louis held her pulling her close to him as they drove away, and she couldn’t be happier. 

This was what she wanted: to be free and joyful, and now she had the alpha of her dreams by her side, ready to fight for justice.