Determined fingers swiftly glided over the keyboard. Typing a half finished project that needs to be done by next week, sounded like the last thing to want to do on your weekend. But the redhead hadn’t a choice, he promised he would finish his part so the rest of the group could have a breathing on monday with all their work to conclude it together.
The small clock on his desk ticked meekly, Harry took a sneak peak on the ticking needle only to freeze and look more closely.
8pm Saturday showed the small device, the cover glass glinting in the young Osborn’s desk lamp. He straightened his back rolling off the table with his chair creating a distance and all the while puffing out a frustrated groan. He slumped in the chair like a demotivated sack of beans.
He had to get up and stretch his legs. He slowly went into the kitchen area, a glass of water was a good start. He spent most of the day on this waste of a project. Normally he would just type something and be done with, but because it was a group project he didn’t want to fuck it up.
He took a much needed gulp of cold water, sighing in relief as the cold liquid soothed his dried up throat. Suddenly his phone went off, buzzing in his pocket, breaking the apartment’s silence. He almost spilled the glass over himself and hastily put it back on the counter before getting the annoying thing and answered it.
“Harry?” A crispy female voice came trough the line. Harry’s tensed posture relaxed as soon as he recognized the voice.
“MJ? What happened that you call me at that ungodly hour?”
“It’s only past 8pm at a weekend, since when are you a grandma? Did I disturb you at a scrabble’s game darling?” Harry chuckled at her playful response. Rolling his eyes so hard he was certain she could hear it over the line.
“No honey, I’m finishing my part on the project which took the whole day and will probably take my sunday as well. Consider me pissed MJ…” he teased back, it was silent for a second before he could hear a shrill fit of laughter. He put the phone down on the counter and put it on speaker, leaning his back against the surface and taking another swig of his now room temperature water. Waiting for her to finally come to an end.
“Oh man really, no wonder your panties are in a twist, do you want me to come over and help?” Her voice still sounded amused but she was genuinely asking. Harry sighed, he would love to have her over especially when the group had planned to go out this weekend together only for Harry to sadly decline. His inner Omega whined with disapproval, being parted from their makeshift pack.
It was ridiculous, it was only a weekend but his second gender didn’t care. He chewed his lips, considering his answer. He knew as soon as MJ was on something she would come and do it. So Harry wasn’t concerned for her being a distraction of his work and them ending watching a movie or something. He just didn’t want to disturb her whole weekend over a boring workload, which almost everyone in their group had finished except for Harry. His dad dragged him into a meeting of his company, which he really could care less.
“You know i can hear those gears turning in your brain…” He looked down at his phone, the girls profile picture was on the center indicating she was still on the line.
“I would like you to come over but if you have better things to d-“
“Sure i’ll be there in fifteen minutes, you better have already ordered some pizza when i get there.”
The call had ended.
He was left on the kitchen counter dumbstruck.
Huh..
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As soon as the bell ringed the redhead went to the door and opened it, the cold breeze of late winter rushed through the opening. Thank god Harry decided to take a hoodie as soon as he called the pizza restaurant from a few blocks. Except, suddenly it wasn’t, instead a furnace like blanket wrapped itself around the male. He hugged immediately back, the soothing scent of a familiar Alpha filled the room.
He released her, after another hard breeze came in. He closed the door and offered to take her jacket and scarf to hang it besides the others. She smiled and handed over, brushing off some snow flakes that had landed on her shoulders. She weared a soft looking sweater which suited the cold temperature outside.
“Good to see you Harry, for once you smell happier than the last time.” He smacked her gently on her arm, both heading towards his bedroom.
“Don’t be a dick MJ, it wasn’t like that and also stop sniffing me out you blood hound.” She chuckled and already got comfy on his bed as soon as he took a seat on his office chair again. He turned around towards her crossing his legs and arms like a pouting puppy. She clearly tried to stop herself from laughing again.
“Can’t help myself after you looked so sad the last time.” She had a sparkle of fondness in them before she went a bit more serious. “We really missed you friday night…” the sentence holds up more than just blatant statement. Harry really missed out more than once a night out with his friends. Especially recently, she was smart on picking up certain things on people. Miles called her once a people reader, which wouldn’t be creepy at all especially on her.
Harry turned around again to face his computer that went into standby long ago. He sighed again, sounding tired and ruffling his normally styled hair that was now sticking in all directions. “I know.. me too, did you guys at least had a fun time?”
As he turned on the device again he could see how her smile came back. She layed fully down and let a tired sigh out as well. “Yeah it wasn’t as funny but we still had a great time. Peter seemed to be the most of us that missed you at the cinema. If it wasn’t for the scent he surely could go for an Omega of how sad he looked in his seat.”
Harry stilled, looking up from his keyboard and eyed her on the screen which acted as a mirror now. The guilt ate at Harry’s eyes, imagining his best friend sitting kinda lost on the red seat. She still had her soft smile plastered on her face, looking up at the ceiling totally unbothered. Suddenly she went up clasping her hands together and looked directly at him.
“So where are you stuck? Hopefully we can finish this until the pizza arrives.
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Harry shifted, mind cloudy as he tried to open his tired eyes. As he finally took in the view he recognized that he was laying on his bed, suddenly a soft hand gave him a playful smack on his back. “Stop purring, i wanna sleep you damn house cat.”
He shifted his body half turned to see the other redhead with her back turned towards him, blanked covered mostly her body but giving by her voice she was still dozing off.
He blushed slightly, not noticing that he had slipped out such sounds. He shifted again, reaching for his nightstand for his watch. It was ten at the morning.
Damn.
He carefully got up so not to disturb his sleeping friend. Making his way to the computer not remembering how far they had gotten yesterday. He checked every document and was relived at seeing everything done.
The red haired Alpha was a beast at finishing tasks. He turned off the computer silently he took one final glance at his sleeping friend and decided to give her the rest, he made his way to the kitchen. Coffee was a good idea to start a sunday morning.
After that was done, he sat at the couch with his hot mug, he was already thinking of tomorrow. He also noticed that he was much more well rested as usual. Having a pack member beside you really helped making the growing hole of stress stop from eating him alive.
He couldn’t wait to see the rest tomorrow, even tho it was a monday.
Not even a monday could destroy the anticipation of seeing a soft brown haired alpha again.
To be continued~