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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson, Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne
  Character:
      Louis_Tomlinson, Harry_Styles, Zayn_Malik, Liam_Payne, Mads_Mikkelsen,
      Hugh_Dancy, Dua_Lipa, Niall_Horan
  Additional Tags:
      a_little_bit_of_angst, louistomlinson!hotluke(sort_of...), Louis!tops,
      harry!bottom, harrystyles!othermen, Weddings, hollywoodstars, Malibu,
      America, LA, LosAngeles_-_Freeform, drama(KINGS), 19-Year-Old_Louis
      Tomlinson, 28-Year-Old_Harry_Styles, Omegaverse, harrystyles!omega,
      zaynmalik!omega, liampayne!alpha, louistomlinson!alpha, niallhoran!alpha,
      Powerbottom!Harry, Mpreg_Harry
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-14 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2213
****** The Portrait of the Clandestine ******
by lachrimose
Summary
     When his father asks him to replace him as the wedding planner for an
     acclaimed Hollywood couple, and in order to put up high the name of
     the family business he will inherit, Louis embarks himself on a long
     trip to America. In one of the many meetings with the fiancees, Louis
     encounters with a certain person that he prefers to forget… his first
     love and the only one who broke his heart.
     Harry Styles is a wonderful and successful omega, full of gentle
     smirks and, additionally, nine years older than him. Louis never
     expected to see him again, however, Destiny likes to play dirty and
     Harry ends up being his new quasi-client, the object of his deepest
     desires and his exquisite exception to the rule.
      
     Delve into this story full of sex, fears, mistakes, romance and the
     word forbidden tattooed on a nineteen-year-old Louis and a twenty-
     eight-year-old Harry.
Notes
     Thank you so much to Mar for helping me to make the structure of this
     work! I love you to the moon and back and guess what? she knows :3
 
Doncaster, England. 28th November, 2005.
 
It took me a plenty of time to get ready for the wedding of the future Mr. &
Mr. Tomlinson, however, I feel satisfied with the result of my difficult
embellishment session. I'm about to finish packing my last personal stuff to
leave for Pepperdine University in California in a few days. The reason of why
I'm going to that wedding is mostly because I want to say goodbye to my old
friends, to those who I used to hang out with and to the ones I know I will
miss a lot. I'll drink a couple of pints to disinhibit myself from the pressure
of being one step away from living on the other side of the world, away from my
family and the life I have formed in this small but wonderful town.
You see, I consider myself a familiar and homelike-boy so, separating myself
from my mother and Gemma, my older sister, has been as difficult to digest for
them as for me, so this wedding will serve us as a space where we can have fun
before my trip to America, where I will be able to call them only a couple of
times a week due to the university rigor.
Besides, I love the idea of celebrating the union of Mr. Dean Tomlinson and Mr.
Wyatt Smith. They have been incredible neighbors since the beginning. They
formed their small family at an early age, but that didn't stop them from
starting to fulfill their dreams. They’re the kind of couple that I admire the
most. I would love to be able to find love like that, although I don't want it
to happen to me as young and inexperienced as I am now, I hope it will be as
genuine as that couple’s. Their kid is a charm, I worked for them as his
babysitter for much of their childhood and now, at his ten years old, he has
proved to be a very smart and well-educated boy.
I think that that is another part of my life here that will surely hurt me to
leave behind, the pleasant monotony to which I am accustomed will be a deep gap
that will be very difficult to ignore while I start my new life in America. But
that's the way things are, the fact that that wonderful university offered me
an almost complete scholarship to study there is an opportunity I can not say
no to. My family is economically stable, but as any other, we have certain
monetary problems and what mom earns as a baker is only enough to cover the
basic expenses of the house, in addition, Gemma studies Arts and can't afford a
new career with his part-time job. Simply, it's an opportunity that I should
not miss. I’m also truly grateful with the family that I have grown up, even if
it’s small and we're stumbling between difficult decisions and amenities, I
feel lucky to have been born as a Styles.
Papa divorced from Mama when Gemma was only five years old. They weren't a
couple that lived together easily and their marriage had been more about
appearances than true love. My mum needed an alpha that would help her avoid
the pressure of her family for being a pregnant and unmarried omega and dad
needed to get married to receive more income from his father. It was an
agreement between two parties, not a valuable and trustworthy marriage.
Obviously, four years later, I arrived, but that did not fan any flame between
the two and the following year they decided to divorce. Gemma retained my
father's last name and mom didn't mate with anyone since her divorce. And as
far as I'm concerned, I'm ready to live a new stage in a continent away from
that kind of family drama.
“Baby, it's getting late!” I hear Mom calling me from the first floor and I
turn to look at myself in the mirror once again, I bite my lips while I analyze
my reflection.
Perhaps, tonight I can relive the past with my ex-boyfriend Leo. We are no
longer a couple and I do not intend to turn back my decisions for him, although
as lovers, I think we could give us one more night before I travel to America
and he stays in town working for his father.
“Harold!” This time is Gemma who yells at me for that horrible nickname I've
been given at home. I roll my eyes because I absolutely loath it and more so
when my sister uses it against me. “Bring your fucking ass here, you fucking
loser!"
“GEMMA, don’t swear like that! Let me remind you that you are a lady!” Mom
scolds her for being ‘so rude’ and I smirk before applying perfume to me. Then,
I meet with them to go together to the wedding.
Definitely, I’m going to miss them.
 
                                     ☼ ☼ ☼
 
The reception of the wedding is so beautiful. Wyatt and his team showed off to
make his wedding an event that will be discussed for weeks, indeed. The couple
is at the central table listening to the speech of Dean's sister. The woman was
so funny but her jokes were even better after having a few too many drinks. My
eyes flutter through the beautiful decoration several times, other guests are
also doing it. Everything looks so pure, pretty and with the perfect balance
between luxury and homeliness. This party screams Dean and Wyatt Tomlinson.
Yes, finally, Wyatt is legally one.
The waiters spread around to continue with the protocol of the banquet as more
and more relatives approach the stage to make their small speeches. Some of
them are very emotional and make a lot of people present (including myself) cry
while others are more fun and have the spirit to cheer the newlyweds and their
guests.
I've drunk just a little, so I'm still in my five senses. Suddenly, I spot Leo
Rinaldi talking to his father, his gaze meets mine and holds it. I decide to
send him a small smirk he, of course, returns to me. I bite my lower lip and
Leo seems a bit... affected by it. Then, I stand up without looking away to go
inside the house. I know it perfectly and I know in what places no one could
see or hear us. It's perfect to make out with him. A way in which we can close
our relationship with a flourish. We didn't end on bad terms, I simply told him
about my plans, I told him about the scholarship while he told me that his life
was already planned in Doncaster. We had different positions to see the world.
That is how we ended a beautiful relationship in which neither of us ended up
with a broken heart. We weren’t in love enough for that, but it had been
something special.
I'm about to get up when I feel someone holding my hand. I look down, losing
Leo's actions and I find a pleasant surprise: The hand of little Louis entwined
with mine. He is an adorable boy, with blue eyes, he inherited them from Mr.
Dean, with light brown hair like his father Wyatt. I kneel to be at his height.
Although he is ten years old, is a little shorter than the boys of his age. I
remember when he arrived crying from school and I was waiting for him at home
because his parents were busy, he always had unfair tears in those cute
innocent eyes and he threw himself at me as if I was his pillow. He cried and
cried while I comforted him until he dared to tell me that some cruel children
made fun of his height. After talking to him many times, he understood that
being smaller didn't have to be a reason to feel less than others. It was
something special and he should feel proud. I know that he’s now one of the
most popular children among his peers.
“Hazz!” His delicate voice sounds very cheerful, more than usual. I know that
this is due to what is happening today. Before I talked to his parents about my
opportunity to study in America, Louis was behind me every day excited about
the idea of his parents getting married. I suppose his dream came true. Like I
said, he's a very adorable boy.
“Lou!” I exclaim just as happy as him and I sit down again. His suit is a bit
messy, he's been playing during the reception, since Mr. Wyatt let him get off
the table. His cousins from Liverpool have come and I know how well he gets
along with them. I grin openly and then he purses his lips. “What’s up, buddy?”
“Can I sit on your lap, Hazz?” He points my legs shyly and I frown. He had
never asked me such a question, it's a little bit odd because he has always
been a clever and extroverted kid. There are few things that make him retreat,
and with me he had never had that kind of problem.
“Of course you can, sunshine. Why do you ask me that?” I pick him up and make
him sit on my lap while brushing the hair out of his stunning eyes. “Uhm?”
He sits for a while thoughtful and then sighs. "It's just... I have not seen
you recently, you have not come to take care of me. First I thought you were
angry with me…” He stops for a moment and then continues “, but I didn’t know
why. I had done my homework, I had gone to bed early, I had eaten all my
vegetables, right?”
“Right” I brush his hair once more because he’s running out of breath while he
tries to tell me everything he has in his mind.
“Then why? Why Hazz? I just don’t get it, What did I do wrong? I have been a
good boy. Is that… is that you don’t care about me anymore?” My heart breaks
into thousands of pieces to see how tears accumulate in his little eyes. I can
not believe how insensitive I have been to not talk to him. I was aware that I
had to tell his parents that they should get someone new to take care of him,
but I never stopped to think about how I would have to say goodbye to Louis. I
tear away the tears from his eyes before they spill. He should not be sad
today, not when his parents are in their happiest day. I hold him close to my
chest. Mom touches my shoulder and I turn to look at her, she gives me a
nostalgic look, she had heard the sweet words of little Louis. I sigh and then
I get Louis' attention.
“Hey Lou?” Louis lifts his little head, now his eyes are slightly irritated and
I feel like trash for causing this. I had to have foreseen that something like
this would happen. I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to him, right? I had
practically raised him, he considered me his elder brother and I had simply
turned my head without thinking about those who could get hurt with my
departure to America.
“What?” His voice sounds thinner than usual because of his tears. Every time he
cries, Louis is silent, so to see him suffer like that for my stupidity, for
not being able to sit down and tell him I would leave, makes me feel even
worse.
"What happens is—“ Someone distracts me by squeezing my shoulder and when I
look up I find Leo smiling at me.
“Haz—“ I hear a growl from Louis and I look down to him, his adorable face
looks... very angry, now.
"Only I can call Hazz, Hazz.” Louis growls again, and he looks even more
adorable now. I lift my gaze and Leo is laughing at him. He bends down to be at
Louis's height and he snarls at him again. On the other hand, I am quite
overwhelmed. I had never witnessed little Tomlinson angry to the point of
growling.
"And who are you to prevent me from calling him like that?” Leo asks and now I
want to hit him for talking to Louis that way but Lou surprises me even more
when he replies: “I’m his future alpha!” Leo opens his mouth to Louis' guts and
I look down, incredulous at what I just heard.
But eventually, Leo laughs and I hug Louis. "Go play with your cousins, Lou” I
say softly before putting him on his feet. Louis looks up and nods in my
direction. He is about to run away when he stops. I am now looking at Leo.
"Will you come to take care of me next week?” He asks with an excited voice but
I can't hear what he says because I’m very busy sharing fiery glances with Leo.
“Yes, yes, of course…” I answer absently and stand up to enter the house with
Leo. I was about to make my last devilry in Doncaster, at a wedding, in the
house of my latest bosses... after all, in a few days I would travel to
America.
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