I've been writing sooo much the past few days, this fic has just completely captivated me. Here's a whole scene because I'm just super excited to share but I still have so much more to write :') this is a/b/o OT5 ~
No one really tagged me this time around but I'd love to see what people are up to if you wanna share a snippet @kingsofeverything @ladyaj-13 @allwaswell16 @hellolovers13 @red-pandaaa @lululawrence @louandhazaf @sadaveniren @helloamhere (me realising I don't even know who's writing anymore oops) also this is for you darling @justanothershadeofblue since you were so curious about the drop ;)
“Harry said double dialling was a bad look but who can blame me for wanting to hear your voice,” Niall purred as soon as the line connected. The cheeky smile he was wearing could be heard in his suggestive lilt.
The side of Louis's neck throbbed. He closed his eyes to it, not sure if he wanted to stop or savour the bright ache.
“Niall,” he tried, and it came out like a whimper clouded with confusion, his thoughts shutting down into base instincts. Niall’s mark was on his neck. Niall would know what to do. Niall would fix this.
“What’s wrong?” Niall’s voice went cold, every trace of teasing gone.
He sounded angry. Louis didn’t want him to be angry. He wanted him here. Because- because he was-
“D- drop- ping.” The word a three part stutter through clenched teeth.
Niall said something like a swear word, then something else, but it all became noise Louis couldn’t follow. All he could think about was the burning on his neck and the need to go home. Not this impersonal place, not his drafty flat, but somewhere safe and warm and-
“Omega,” a new voice crooned through the speaker. It was smooth and gentle, like a hand stroking over his spine.
“Please.” The word slipped from Louis's lips before he knew what he was asking for. Anything, he figured. Anything the voice was willing to give him.
The voice rumbled in a low hum and it washed over Louis like a hot bath, warming him from head to curling toes. “You’re okay, luv, I’m right here with you. Tell me where we are.”
“Your kitchen?” Louis hummed in assent. “All right, let’s get you somewhere better, hmm? Put me on speaker. Tell me when it’s done.”
He forced his fingers to move. “Done.”
“Put the phone in your hand. Is it done?”
Louis clutched it with a dying man’s sweaty palm. “Done.”
“Now I want you to get on your knees- Don’t stand, we don’t want you falling. Hands and knees, let’s go.”
Louis shook his head in denial even as he rolled onto his stomach and slowly, ever so slowly, got his jello limbs to push up. He immediately shifted his weight backwards to his heels like a praying man looking for salvation with his forehead pressed to the cool laminate.
Trembling from exertion he knew he had to tell Alpha it was done, he had to follow the rules. “D-done.”
“Good job, Louis. Now go to the sofa.”
A whine peeled from him. Impossible. There was no way he could manage it, he-
“C’mon, I know you can be good for me.”
“Trying,” he promised immediately.
He could be good, he knew how to be good. His muscles tensed, and painstakingly slow he started moving, one shuffle at a time, towards the sofa he could see across the open-plan room.
It could have taken him hours to cross the floor, all he knew was the constant battle against his shaking limbs and the need to do what Alpha told him. By the time he got to the overstuffed sofa still smelling of the store it was from, he was too tired to protest rolling into it with one last final push to get onto the cushions. He burrowed into the crease of them.
He was panting hot breath into the narrow space. Eyes watering. If he were clear headed, he’d have been embarrassed. As it were, he was sunk so low he didn’t have the energy to cry propper.
“Louis, tell me you made it,” said the angel in the phone.
“Made it,” he whispered, because he knew how to listen, he did.
“Good boy, Louis. Now stay where I put you.” The world was black. Alpha put him here. Alpha made him safe.
The silence was too big, it let the fear creep in, fear that despite what Alpha said, Louis hadn’t been good enough.
The world fell away with the urgency of free-fall. His body tensed and curled into the tightest ball it could, hunching into itself with gripping terror that he’d been left alone, falling in the dark.
He gasped a wet, ragged cry. “Don’t-!”
“I’m right here,” Alpha crooned. And he was, his voice spun out with words that became a melodious thread, and it wove into a blanket large enough to swallow Louis whole.
