#abo!harry

“Er,” YN pauses, it’s incredibly noisy and she’s slurring, “S’that one with the cow thingy. Y’know that thing you can ride on like at a circus-, I mean a rodeo?”

“Cowboy Jack’s?” Harry clarifies with a clenched jaw, assuming she’s talking about the mechanical bull they have.

“Yeah, that’s the one. I had like four of the pretty pink drinks and they tasted like strawberries,” YN informs him like he cares as he peels out of the driveway and begins speeding.

“Stay right where you are. Don’t move or go anywhere,” Harry interrupts her, not wanting her to get lost or wander off.

“But then Emma said that the bartender-“ She rambles on, excited to tell Harry everything about her night.

“Pet,” He cuts her off again, stern and using his alpha tone, “Did you hear what I said? Repeat it back to me right now.”

“Not to move,” YN says quietly, like she’s worried that he’s upset with her.

Harry makes sure his voice sounds softer when he says, “Thank you, pup. I just need to make sure that I keep you safe, s’all.”

“Can I move a little though? There’s a food truck with those little crunchy tacos things. I want t’eat one,” YN’s demeanor changes quickly as she spots food within the vicinity of her.

“I’ll make you food when you’re home,” He tells her with a sharpness, annoyance beginning rise as he just wants her next to him, “Behave.”

“M’always behaved. S’just they look really yummy and -“

“I said stay where you are,” Harry cuts in loudly, stress rising with her drunkenness, this is why he hated when she went out, “I’ll make you food when you get home. Now enough.”

YN let’s out a kittenish whine, pretty unbothered by his attitude but then the line goes dead when she sees his car pull up to the curb.

Before he can get out to open her door, she’s doing it herself and slipping into the passenger - leaning across the console to lay a wet kiss on his lips.

“Missed you s’much,” She hums, patting his cheek a bit harshly before Harry’s reaching over to buckle her in securely before pulling off the curb.

“I missed you too, mutt,” Harry as his nostrils flare, she doesn’t smell much like him at this point - it’s a mixture of smoke, others, and alcohol, nothing makes him more infuriated.

“Thought ‘bout you all night. S’why I wanted to come home and was thinkin’ about your knot,” YN hums, wriggling in her seat as she speaks about it, her thighs spreading.

Harry’s fingers are nearly white on the wheel as he presses the gas a bit harder, he’s trying to control himself because he wants to just bite her.

“Everyone’s jealous ‘cause my mate is the alpha leader and they know you must knot me good,” She adds as she kicks off her heels, “I didn’t say anything but thought about last night when you had me sit in your lap and -“

He was going to crash this car if she kept talking, he was bursting with a strong mixture of possessiveness, horniness, and adoration, his body was created to protect her and the thought of her vulnerable like this out in public was maddening to him.

“Quiet,” Harry finally hisses, a growl erupting from his chest as he snarls, “I just need you to sit there and hush now. I need to get you home, bathe you, and feed you.”

YN shuts up immediately- if she wasn’t drunk she would have told him to fuck off and continued to talk but in her drunken haze, she does as she’s told.

When they pull in, YN is quiet as Harry leads her to their wing of the estate, feet dragging and she begins to sniffle.

Harry turns on his heel, teeth bared and his thumbs come to brush the tears off her cheeks, “What is this? Why are you crying, puppy?”

“Y-you’re ma-mad at me,” YN mumbles as she looks down at her feet, “M’not a good omega ‘cause you aren’t happy with me.”

Harry sighs deeply, body checking her until her back is against the nearest wall, “You’re the most perfect omega. I’m not mad at you. I just need to get you clean and fed.”

He finishes it off by dipping down to nip at her jaw with his sharp teeth, sucking a spot at the hinge before continuing their walk.

YN doesn’t stay subdued for long, continuing to babble about all the events of the night as they make their way to their bedroom - from who her friend’s tried to hit on to what music was played.

Harry guides her into their bathroom, turning on the tub and adding lavender bubbles - as he waits for it to fill, he turns his mate around and begins to unzip her dress, teeth grazing at the nape of her neck.

His instinct was loud and forceful in his head, take care of her - these nights were very stressful on his psyche but it was worth it if she had fun.

YN twirls around as the dress pools on the ground, she puts her hands on his shoulders for support as he takes a minute to just admire how beautiful she is.

His fingers tuck into the elastic band of her underwear and shimmy them down her thick thighs - his nose flaring when he scents her arousal, it’s near tangible.

Her hands come to the hem of his shirt, attempting to pull it up but he gives her a warning grunt and moves her hands away, “No, pup.”

“Why?” YN huffs in annoyance as she gives him a bleary glare, “Please, want you in the tub with me, Alpha. Want a cuddle.”

“I’ll cuddle you when we get to bed,” Harry responds firmly, it was taking all of his willpower to just get her in the tub whilst she’s wet and trying to climb him, “Get your tipsy arse in the tub.”

YN grumbles a bit, clinging onto him, and nuzzling into his neck - lips dancing against his mating scar and hands teasing under his shirt.

It was such a funny sight.

This massive, tense alpha who radiates intimidation and dominance having his giggly, clingy omega hanging onto him as he tries to guide her into the bathtub.

No one would believe their eyes if they saw it - to the public, Harry is the leader of the biggest, most prestigious pack.

He’s unkind, fiercely protective, and unwilling to budge when it comes to his pack and anyone else - he expects everyone to submit to him and he’ll raise hell to remind people he’s in charge.

Other omegas didn’t want him because he was a gentleman or sweet like some of the other alphas, they wanted him because he embodied power, confidence, and attractiveness.

They didn’t get to witness this side of the alpha who melted for his mate, who lets the omega tease and prod at him until he bit her quiet and kiss the mark softly when she whimpered.

Harry slowly walks her backwards as she stays molded to his strong chest, inhaling his scent that was only for her, and made her mouth water.

With a little untangling, Harry helps her into the massive tub until she’s submerged into the bubbles with a happy sigh.

He grabs a washcloth, packet of makeup wipes, and towel from the linen closet before kneeling beside the marble basin, he does take his shirt off to avoid getting it wet.

As he wipes her face clean from the makeup, YN stares at him with moon eyes and leans forward to kiss him - he tries desperately not to be endeared by her.

“Just one more,” YN barters as she leans towards him, sloshing the water, “Kiss me, I need more kisses.”

Harry growls at her in warning, that she’s pushing his buttons but leans forward anyways, cupping her jaw and connecting their lips.

He swears she’s trying to torture him when she moans quietly, her nipples visibly hardening as she tries to lick at his mouth.

“You’re being greedy,” Harry rumbles roughly, biting her lip as a sign to cut it out.

Harry has to be the one to separate them, gathering her washcloth and getting it soapy as she lays back once again.

His works diligently, scrubbing all the disgusting scents of bar and people of her soft skin, under her arms, her back, and her belly.

She’s getting tired, blinking heavily as he scrubs her and the sexual tension starts to dissipate finally which makes Harry want to cry in relief.

He would never do anything with her while she had been drinking but it doesn’t mean it’s easy to turn her down when she’s all over him and begging.

Harry cleans her until she doesn’t have any lingering smells except for her body wash and him on her, washing her with devotion even as she giggles when he rubs the cloth along the soles of her feet.

He has loved this girl since he was a pup, he’d always known this is how they would end up, he knew he was irrevocably in love and bonded to their feisty, barely submissive omega.

After she’s wrapped snugly in a towel, she tries to coerce Harry to let her go down to the kitchen as is but he would never let his pack have the chance to see any bit of her.

“Just lemme stay in this towel, s’fluffy,” YN argues when Harry turns his back to grab pajamas and underwear from their closet.

“No.”

YN instead wriggles onto the end and scootches up so when Harry goes for her, she’s out of his reach, and the towels starting to fall from under her arms.

“C’mere.”

“Make me,” YN bubbles out in laughter, having much more fun that her make but she yelps loudly when his massive hand wraps around her ankle and drags her down the bed.

“Made you,” He responds gruffly as he unwraps the towel and begins to tug the shirt over her head and then moving to adjust her legs so he can slip on her bottoms.

“M’not even that tipsy anymore,” YN lies, the slur in her words giving it away, “Just make me come, please.”

She was the bossiest, most backwards omega and to none other than the highest ranking alpha - demanding he make her come.

“You need to relax and just let me do my job,” Harry snaps a bit, the alpha authority in his tone finally coming out as he snugs the pajama pants on her hips, “You can come as many times as you want when your sober tomorrow. Now just behave f’me. Understood?”

The tone makes YN finally settle a bit, especially when Harry admits a few chuffs out to calm her down and then he’s helping her off the bed and out of their room once again.

In the kitchen, Harry sets to work making her blueberry pancakes - her favorite meal, she could eat them everyday.

YN sits patiently at the island, watching his back muscles flex with every movement, eyes tracing his scars and raised skin from years of fighting.

After he slides the plate in front of her, with more pancakes piled on than a grown man could eat, YN says, “I want one more thing.”

Harry looks like he’s about to say ‘no’ because he’s ready for bed and his patience is wearing a bit thin but YN adds, “Want you to hold me.”

“Of course,” He obliges softly, he goes to their kitchen table, pulling out a chair, and sitting down - YN trails after him with her plate before plopping on his lap, snuggling back into him, and eating her midnight snack, “I am so in love with you, mutt.”

“Love you more,” YN murmurs back as she feels him scent around her neck, trying to cover her in him so no one has a doubt who she belongs to.

He nips a bit harshly at her mating bond, making her squeak but then soothes it with his tongue as she finishes her meal.

“Bed,” YN hums, moving in his arms to kiss him, she tastes like syrup and like him - she was so fucking loved.

When they’re finally settled for the night, YN is splayed across his bare chest and he’s stripped to his briefs.

YN wiggles around a bit until she’s kicked off her pajama shorts, muttering about it being too hot even though it wasn’t and then moving Harry’s hand to massage her bum - but it wasn’t sexual, it was killing her to sleep as he moved upwards on her back.

YN was quite possibly the most spoiled creature to roam this earth and it was entirely Harry’s fault because he was so gone for his bond.

He wouldn’t change a thing.

-

YN sleeps in, the sun rises, and Harry has to start his day - training the younger members of their pack with the elders.

The wolves were nervous around him, eyes directed towards the ground when he walked near them, heads bowed in respect when he spoke.

His wolf was the biggest, by height and weight, his fur was beautiful - chestnut, shiny, long, always well maintained.

His eyes were still green but a bit darker, his growl was hellish and deep, canines sharp and easy to tear into enemies.

He had already snapped at two of the younger wolves who were joking around during the training and not paying attention.

Harry had lunged at the first one, tackling them with a scared yelp , and held his teeth bared at his neck for a long moment to assert who’s in charge.

The second one, Harry had bit his hind leg hard enough to make him limp for the rest of the day, and without regret as Niall, Mitch, Zayn, and Louis stayed serious.

Harry has been this way since they were young and brought into the pack, they’d all been nipped and threatened countless amounts of time to keep them in line.

It was nearly noon before YN padded out to the field in one of Harry’s shirt and cotton shorts, barefoot, and she had a pillow mark on her cheek.

The newer wolves didn’t know their dynamic and so they were absolutely horrified when their alpha’s hair stands up on his back, teeth bared, and snarling at the girl.

They stood in horror, not knowing whether they should interfere as the gigantic wolf stalks towards the human.

Harry’s growls are echoing through the forest, shaking the trees and making the woodland creatures scatter in fear.

His tail is swishing aggressively as he approaches, one of the wolves decides he has to do something and begins to step out of line.

However, Niall steps in, cornering him back, and sending a clear message to not get in to what was going on.

Then Harry’s lowering his head (something an alpha would usually never do to an omega) and steps forward to nudge at her belly.

“Stop being grumpy,” YN murmurs fondly as her hands intertwine in his fur and scratch at his ears as he scents her.

The growls turn into a soft rumble, more like a hum, and he pushes her with his snout playfully a few times until she giggles.

“Come home,” She adds quietly, even though all the wolves hear her, they just act like they don’t.

Harry chuffs almost in agreement before she’s waving to the others and walking back toward the estate.

He snarls at them all, almost in warning to disregard his interaction with his mate before he’s trotting after his omega, nipping at her heels, and leaving the others to continue the training.

-

When Harry’s out of the shower, YN has already settled back into bed as she waits patiently for him to be done.

“Tired, pup?” Harry rasps as he tosses the towel on their basket.

“No,” YN replies with a small smile, he could be so oblivious sometimes.

“Then why are you in bed?” He asks, definetly clueless because he’s tugging on a pair of clean underwear.

“Because yesterday you promised I could come as many times as I want today,” She tries to stay casual but she was dripping and she knew Harry could smell it when he clenches his teeth.

“Think you deserve to come after what a bratty little mutt you were yesterday?” He questions as he crawls up the bed, on top of her, and fuck, he smelled so good.

He smelled like hers.

“You always give it to me, no matter if I’m a brat,” YN breathes out as his hands come under her shirt and find her nipples, thumbing at them before pinching them.

“I’ve been bloody in love with you since I was a pup,” Harry growls lowly as he knees between her thighs and leans down to bite at her nipples over the cotton of her shirt, “Will never say no to you. Never have. Always give you everything you want.”

“You’re the best alpha I could ask for,” YN tells him seriously, his eyes moving up until their gazes locked, and his eyes twinkle a bit.

“Fuckin’ hell, I’m so gone for you,” Harry hisses aggressively as he moves quickly - before she can blink, she’s completely bare and his face is between her thighs, licking into her with vigor.

“Ha-, oh,” YN moans out in surprise as his hands come to grip her thighs open as the twitch and try to close around his head.

His tongue moves from licking into her center to dragging up to her bud where he takes it in between his teeth and flicks his tongue against it - the best mixture of pain and pleasure.

Her hands reach down to tug at his hair as her hips move on the bed, bucking into his mouth before trying to escape in a pattern.

He stops teasing and suctions his lips around her clit, suckling it harshly and getting lost in how heavenly she tastes, he lets a low growl out that sends vibrations and that’s what has her coming.

“M’gonna come, baby,” YN mewls loudly as he continues his pace, legs quivering as her first orgasm rocks through her core.

“S’too much,” YN whines when he continues to clean her up, lapping at her sensitive, swollen clit with purpose still.

“You said as many times as you want. You only want to come once?” Harry rasps before his mouth is exploring her cunt again with tender kisses and licks.

“Want more,” She pants, trying to catch her breath but it’s near impossible when he doesn’t take a moment for air and stayed glued to her.

It’s after four, four, mind-numbing orgasms from his mouth and fingers along that she finally begs for his knot.

Her face is wet with tears, nose sniffly, and she hiccups softly from the overstimulation when Harry finally detaches his mouth from her center.

“Oh, look at you,” Harry croons happily, his alpha tone in full effect as he chuffs at her, his thumbs coming to rub the tears away before licking at her jaw and lips, “You are mine.”

“Yours,” She echos submissively, arching her neck up in offering for him which makes his wolf absolutely beam in pride.

He sinks his teeth into her as he thrusts inside, it won’t take either of them long after all the foreplay and especially when he’s marking her up like this.

“I l-love you,” YN mewls against his mouth, her hands coming to his strong biceps to hold on as he focuses on fucking into her.

“You are mine,” He repeats firmly, “Always Gonna take care of you. I’ve loved you forever. I will continue to love you. You belong to me.”

“I’m yours and you’re mine,” YN agrees as she feels the base of his cock start to expand as he nudges it inside and locks them together.

“I’ll always pick you up from bars, clean you, feed you, fuck you. My precious girl,” Harry moans at as he stills, collapsing a bit on top of her before rolling them on their sides.

“And I promise to always be bratty,” YN jokes(not really) as she swipes his hair off his sweaty forehead and neck.

As YN’s falling off, she realizes that her bikini top is not coming with her as it’s accidentally tangled between Jenna’s fingers.

When she resurfaces, she’s instantly panicking and Harry’s turned around to make sure she’s okay when his eyes drop to her chest for only a mere moment.

Without another thought, he tugs YN in him so her breasts are smushed against his chest - covering her modesty from a gaggle of people staring.

It’s an instant reaction from Harry to preserve her body from anyone but him - he won’t think about it until later when he’s alone, her pretty nipples, how her chest felt against him.

In the moment though, it wasn’t sexual, especially not when Harry lets out the most ear-shattering growl to alert his pack to back the fuck off, teeth bared and his shoulders postured in defensive.

All of his inferiors drop their gaze towards the water and back up to put space between the alpha and them before he goes for any of their necks.

His large hand snatches the scrap of nylon material from where it’s floating and quickly tugs it around her to cover her up once again.

“This is why you shouldn’t fuckin’ wear these,” He grumbled unhappily as he ties the flimsy strings around her neck, “Bloody indecent.”

YN has to push down a smile but it’s quickly interrupted by a sharp gasp when Harry lugs her over his shoulder and begins towards land, “S’time for a nap in the shade.”

She doesn’t bother fighting or squirming against him because she knows he’s upset - not at her but that possessive flares up and he has trouble controlling it.

They’d laid a blanket under a large oak, Harry deposits her on it before snagging his tee off the ground - doesn’t give YN an option when he shimmies over her head.

Harry’s radiating power and intimidation in his scent and stance as he sits down next to her, tucking up a towel to make a pillow for her to rest her head.

YN reaches out to tug Harry down, her hands weaving through his long locks to comb out the water-damp knots as he grumbles low in his chest in pleasure.

The possessiveness has been there since they were babies, it wasn’t something that YN was surprised by, and the pack knew Harry’s priorities when it came to his girl.

It doesn’t mean she doesn’t comment on it.

“Get so worked up, over anyone catching an eyeful,” YN murmurs quietly, the sun was still warm through the branches - drying her skin and making her the perfect temperature.

Harry’s eyes are stormy, notoriously the most grumpy alpha to exists, YN loves him deeply for it and is really the only person on earth who doesn’t fear him for it.

“Be quiet, mutt,” Harry rasps sharply but he nuzzles into to lay his scent all over the column of her neck and then murmurs, “Your body is sacred. It is not for anyone undeserving of seeing it. It’s in my blood to protect you.”

-

The next is when she’s tipsy, drank one too many long islands at a girls night out, and called Harry to come retrieve her from the bar.

The other girls waiting for rides, betas and omegas, step back in uncertainty when Harry parks at the curb and approaches with a stoic expression.

It was forgetting upon really anybody but YN that he was the Styles’ Pack’s Alpha. Royalty among them.

“H,” YN hums happily, she’d taken off her high heels, and had them looped around her wrist.

He isn’t pleased, that much is obvious as he lets out a low snarl at her but she doesn’t flinch, trots to the car and lets him help her in.

The others don’t miss how he ducks down, whispers something to her, and runs his thumb over her bottom lip before shutting the door.

He doesn’t give a second glance to the group before revving his engine and peeling away from the curb of the club.

When they get back to Harry’s home, he refuses to let her into bed without a shower - she reeked off others and cigarette smoke, her warm cinnamon scent nearly undetectable.

Harry waits patiently for her and as soon as she craw into bed in one of his shirts, he’s all over her - leaving his scent on every nook of her as she grumbles noncommittally about it.

“Hush up,” Harry gruffs against her skin, teeth occasionally nipping at tender areas of her neck and collarbones,“Maybe if you didn’t go out and lose my scent than we wouldn’t have to do this. Been good for your alpha.”

It has to be overstepping some line, but he’s referred to himself as her alpha since they were young, and YN couldn’t deny the shockwaves it sent down her spine.

“You’re being mean,” YN whines as she tilts her head up for him to have more space, his large hands at her hips, and she knows what the whine does to him.

“Enough,” Harry grunts abruptly, pulling back when he’s satisfied with his handiwork, “It’s time for you to get some sleep, mutt.”

“Do you love me?” She asks sleepily, flipping her hair to pull it into a sloppy bun so it doesn’t stick to her neck when she falls asleep.

“Don’t ask me stupid fucking questions,” He replies unamused as he knocks her hand away and pulls her hair up into a neater bun for her.

“Mm,” YN smiles at how edgy he is, somethings never change, and she’s shrugging out of Harry’s shirt without a second though.

Harry’s eyes widen substantially in confusion when her breasts are bared and a frustrated snarl vibrates low in his chest before she can even blink - she ignores it though.

Flips on her side away from him and demands, “Scratch my back, please. S’gonna help me fall asleep, pup.”

He has to take a few very deep breathes to calm his inner wolf, shouting at him to mate her, claim her, anything.

Harry lays days begrudgingly, his hand finding her back to begin scratching her back because she’s a needy puppy.

He wishes he could control the vibrato purr he emits to soothe her even more so, a sound explicitly saved for a mate but here they were.

After about five minutes, her breathing starts to even out, and he moves to grab her shirt but she lets out a affronted whimper, in a drowsy tone, “Keep scratching! M’not asleep yet. Don’t cheap out now.”

He growls meaninglessnessly at her because it doesn’t send one spike of fear through her for making demands at the most powerful alpha in their land.

“You shouldn’t make demands of an alpha,” Harry rasps menacingly as his nails begin to lightly scrape at the skin of her back, “You’re going to end up hurt.”

“You’d never hurt me,” YN replies sleepily but with a conviction that holds no room for argument, “I’ve seen you paint your hands with the blood of enemies and right after respond affectionately when I demand a cuddle.”

“Liar,” Harry can’t help but detest, even though they both know she isn’t lying, he still punishes her with a sharp nip to the back of her neck.

And when YN finally falls asleep, Harry thinks she holds out longer than usual just to keep getting her back scratched - Harry manages to tug the shirt back over her head, avoiding the temptation to look at where he most desired.

-

The third time, well it’s only a few weeks before they get together finally - whilst YN is still with that asshat of a boyfriend.

Harry had forgotten his wallet on her dresser the day prior, he had been busy with meetings all day, and he figured he’d swing by to grab it.

He lets himself into the apartment where he hears, no even moments later, the sweetest mewl of pleasure and he knows exactly who made that sound.

Harry doesn’t detect that anyone else is in the apartment but he also is in a bit of a haze because her honeyed arousal is drenching in and make him a bit stupid.

He doesn’t even know why he doesn’t make himself known or just fucking leave - the possessive quell in his throat has to make sure there isn’t someone in bed with her.

The door opens softly to YN, splayed out on her bed with a hand between her pretty, thick thighs, the other tweaking one of her perfectly beaded nipples, and the most astounding thing was that her nose was buried in one of Harry’s shirts.

To clarify, a shirt he’d worn the day before that he’s accidentally left in his hurry to get to work and had surely been soaked in his scent that she was currently using.

YN looks up at him with surprised eyes but not necessarily alarmed or scared - not enough for her to pull her hand away but instead huff out, “M’close.”

Like she couldn’t stop. He’d have to wait.

“Mutt, I-“ Harry growls, he shakes his head and shuts the door, stalking back to wait in the living room because he was using his last ounce of restraint not to claim her right then and there.

He has to press on his crotch to will his hardening cock to cut it the fuck out, knot threatening to begin to bulge at the mere scent of his mate - his friend.

YN appears mere minutes after, eyes still doe-like and wet, lips pumped up and swollen - that same fucking tee shirt that she had her nose buried in now draped on her body.

Harry should bite his tongue but he doesn’t.

“Peter really that shit in bed, pup? Just even a shirt with my scent on it is enough to have your cunt soaked and needy? Am I that good, pet?” Harry smirks with his teeth bared, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip as she instantly clenches her jaw at his comment.

“Fuck off,” YN grumbles mullishly, her cheeks warm with embarrassment, heart rate pumping a little faster but she still trots over to Harry and plops in his lap.

“No need to be embarrassed,” The wolf titters because he can read YN like an open book, “I want to be the only one who makes your pretty little nipples tight, have your clit throbbing for me. I fucking thrive on it.”

There isn’t any tension in the air, they know they’re meant for each other, she takes Harry’s large hand in her smaller one and toys with his fingers.

“I haven’t slept with Peter,” YN admits under her breath because she knows he’ll stick pick up on it with his advanced hearing.

“That’s my good girl,” Harry praises, a deep purr automatically starting as he begins to nuzzle his nose into her to lay down his scent.

It shouldn’t be like this but in moments like this, they both know it’s just a matter of time.

-