zanniscaramouche: Sunday Tuesday Snippet - Broken WishbonesHello, I have been so very MIA lately. Li

zanniscaramouche: Sunday Tuesday Snippet - Broken WishbonesHello, I have been so very MIA lately. Life has really picked up a tsunami and thrown it my way, but I am still around I swear! So many lovely people have tagged me in this lately, thank you @wadey-wilson @justalarryblog @larrysballetslippers @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @ladyaj-13 @quelsentiment @haztobegood (and possibly more, eep! Sorry if I missed you!) This is a brief moment from something that’s been lingering on my mind for a month or so. I don’t know if I’ll ever write this fic, but never say never. It definitely has my heart aching at the moment. Tagging @mercurial-madhouse @solvetheminourdreams @evilovesyou @disgruntledkittenface @kingsofeverything @outropeace @allwaswell16“Hazza, go inside.” The way his brow creases with anxiety makes Harry look younger than he is. His focus flick from Niall to Louis, hesitantly determined as he stands his ground without meeting anyone’s eyes. Sour bile twists Niall’s tongue. He swore to never do it, but if he’s learned anything in the last few hours, it’s just how weak his control is. He can’t have this conversation with his- with Harry so close. It’s made no easier by the hatred burning in Louis’s eyes. Like he’s fucking daring Niall to do it. So Niall does.“Now,” Niall commands, the severity of his own voice making his stomach roll.  Harry has no option but to listen. His distraught whine as he struggles with instinct versus rational mind is a sharp stab to Niall’s chest, but Harry can’t fight instinct any more than Niall ever could. Footsteps trail away and the glass front door to the building shuts quietly behind him.“We trusted you.” Louis snaps the second the door clicks, his body coiled tight, features livid. Niall swallows on a dry throat as Louis’s hands fly at him. He takes the beta’s shove without blocking, stumbling backwards at the force. Louis’s eyes are glistening, and that hurts a tenfold more than any blow he could ever land. “We fucking trusted you.” Louis repeats with a waver in his voice. It’s a good thing it doesn’t break, because Niall would break with it. “I’m sorry.” Niall manages, voice rough and grating. Weak.Louis flinches like Niall insulted him, eyes wide with hurt before it strengthens him. He stands taller, voice louder, full of anger. “I can’t do anything with a fucking apology, Niall. It’s fucking shit. You’ve- You’ve-” He cuts off, breathing heavy in disgust or distress or all of the above. The vague outline of Harry’s silhouette is still visible through the waved glass door. Niall hasn’t truly let him leave his sight yet, but Harry’s kept his back to them. Probably smart, because if it came to real blows… well. They all know who Harry would be forced to stand behind, and no one wants to see that. There’s been enough displays of instinct tonight. Anger flashes through Niall as he watches the hunched shoulders in the dim light of the lobby. Fucking Harry told him he wouldn’t do this, that he was stronger than stereotypes. But Niall had said the same thing, and he can’t blame the omega when Niall’s the one who should have known better, in the end. He’s the Alpha, and it was his teeth that-Niall grinds his jaw and rips his gaze away from the window. -- source link

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