Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
A/N:
                          
Oh wow. I didn't realise that I left you guys hanging for this long. Ahhh!! I'm so sorry. I've been so busy and I've been so stressed out with my assignments and term papers and finals that I just want to lie down and die. I'm so done with my studies that I actually took a break to write instead of study. My semester has been so hard on me. :(
                          
WARNING! In this chapter, the triplets open up to Louis about something that happened in their past. The events that are talked about in that scene might be triggering to some, so I just want to give you a heads up.
                          
I hope this chapter is okay. My finals end in three weeks, so after that I can fully get back to writing so the next chapter would be better. I'm sorry for the really late update, and thank you so much for reading, I love you all! <3
                          
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Louis giggles when he is woken up by the sound of a blaring ship horn again. Harry is grumbling in his sleep, muttering incoherent words under his breath as he rolls over, and Marcel actually gets off the bed to turn it off himself, groaning the whole time. He trudges back to the bed, glaring at Edward.
                          
"Shut up." Harry hisses at Louis, pressing a pillow at his face to muffle his giggles. When Louis dumps the plush pillow away, he laughs louder.
                          
"Dear God, why are you so happy at the crack of dawn?" Marcel asks, stopping beside the bed with his fingers pressing at his temples. What is wrong with the household this morning?
                          
Louis pouts at that, the happy sounds quieting down. "Am I not allowed to be happy?"
                          
Harry's arms snake up his body and he's dragged back until he is trapped against a strong chest. "Of course you are." Harry murmurs in his ear, kissing the spot behind his earlobe. Butterflies erupt in his tummy, and he suppresses a shiver. "Just do it quietly, please. Some of us are trying to sleep."
                          
Louis grins, watching while Marcel literally starts kicking at Edward to wake him up. The eldest Alpha growls low in his throat, but he sits up anyway, then grows onto his feet, leaving the spot in front of Louis vacant. As Marcel climbs back onto the bed, Louis holds his arms out which Marcel happily dives into.
                          
Edward is checking his emails with one eye popped open again; a hand on his hip. Louis is starting to get used to the picture.
                          
Gosh, Louis is so in love with them.
                          
Blinking lazily, Louis' lips curl into a smile at the initially alien feeling in his chest that had grown into someting familiar. It's been there this whole time, but somehow it feels extra intensified today, and he has zero doubt about it. He knows it's going to happen sooner or later, because he's never felt this way before. He doesn't need to guess; he just knows. After all, it isn't that hard.
                          
He had a thought that it's going to be scary, but it's not. It's effortless, and it's easy. And there's no denying it; Louis Tomlinson is irrevocably in love with the triplets.
                          
"Do you think they will mind if I take a leave today?" Louis asks as Marcel buries his face at the Omega's neck. He pretends his heart is not doing a somersault in his chest. The feeling spreads to his stomach, and he desperately wants to let them know. But he wants to find the right time. Not yet.
                          
Louis hums softly, pulling Marcel tighter into him. He's pressed up against two Alphas, two pairs of arms around him. Louis won't move even if it's the end of the world. It should be illegal to feel this content.
                          
"No, they won't." Marcel mumbles, then presses his lips to Louis' skin. The warmth radiating from Marcel and Harry goes straight to his heart.
                          
Harry hums a sound of agreement. "The children can live without you for one day."