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i. 

Harry is overwhelmed. 

Incredibly, terribly, inconceivably overwhelmed. More so than he's been in a long while. 

The last time he could think of something that had gotten him this worked up, was perhaps all those years ago, when he'd been declared alpha of the pack. It was a marvelous, very wonderful feeling that had him all smiles, his heart leaping with joy; however, there was the part of him that worried he would not be able to maintain and guide the pack to his best ability. There was fear lingering behind all the elation, that he would be a piss poor excuse for an honorable alpha that those within his people could look up to and have no reasonable fear that he would compromise their safety in any way. He feared that he'd never live up to the reputation his father had set before he and Harry's mum trotted off to their previous summer home in Sweden, leaving him in charge. A kind leader, with a firm hand and a strong presence -- charismatic in a way that neighboring packs fawn over his arrival rather than disapprove of it, and lone wolves beg to be admitted, offering their lives up to him. 

And to have left his son in charge of the pack, with that prestige to uphold? Of course Harry would be feel jittery. 

Yet, those moments have not even a dime on how he's feeling right now. 

Should he have so suddenly invited a human to dinner? No, most definitely not, especially with the connotation behind the invitation. It's not even like he truly meant to let the words slip from his mouth -- of course he wanted her there, even if it's still partially unclear to him as to why -- but to do it so hastily? And without preparation? He simply wasn't thinking logically! 

But how could he revoke this offer without her questioning him? No matter how short he can be when it comes to her asking things he at one time perceived she'd had no reason to be sticking her nose in, she was still an inquisitive little thing. Would wonder aloud to both him and Niall different things that she would like to know, and that she'd like them to share with her, but he would often shake his head or express that she need not know anything that doesn't concern her. Was he being an arse? A bit, but it was policy -- outsiders are to know the bear minimum. The fact that he'd been allowing the visits between her and  Niall -- even if it was for his own selfish desires as well -- was bending a lot of rules. Had he not been the alpha then his exile would be up for questioning but nobody questions him. Nobody doubts him. Nobody even thinks about challenging him. 

Except for Y/N -- she likes to do all of those. 

So here they sat at dinner, the dining room was large and had a total of three very long tables to fit for each member of the pack. They were arranged in the way of an upside down 'T' with the vertical table being where Harry sat at the head of and the two horizontal tables deeper into the room. It doesn't much matter who sits where, so long as Harry has the head of the table, otherwise it's first come first serve for the others. His table gets their plates first, which is why most people fight for the seats within his presence. More often than not he'll have Mitch to the right of him, and the seat to the left of him is interchangeable -- it was where his mate sat, and it's where the women and men within the pack who would have liked to take her place fight for a chance to sit.

Today Y/N sits here, eyes enlarged, taking in everything around her. The normally loud dining room has lulled to quiet murmurs and heavy stares as a human sits at the table for the very first time, besides Harry, in his mate's seat. He can feel the energy vibrating in the room; one of confusion, fear, and doses of excitement from the novelty of the situation. Truly, the only person who wasn't experiencing this restlessness was Niall, who sits to Y/N's left, ensuring her she was in for a good meal. When he mentions that tonight was a pie night, "and I'll ask for a chocolate slice for you. Sprinkles too!" Harry feels a weird sense of jealousy stirring in his chest that he wasn't the one to know this about her. Secretly, for these past few weeks, he's been incredibly envious that Niall was so familiar with her -- what he would give for that closeness is worrisome. That's why he tries not to dwell on it too much. 

Those feelings of envy are quickly muted with that of embarrassment when Y/N turns her face in his direction, to lock eyes with him and catch him staring. He clears his throat, sitting up a little straighter and darting his eyes around like he might have just been gazing around the room, but he doesn't think she's so dense to think that was true. "Y/N," he begins, setting his elbows on the table and scooting a little closer to her, giving he guise of secrecy despite knowing everyone's hearing is far too acute to miss a thing if they're trying to listen, "Today they chef's have prepared chicken scarpariello with sides of brazed radish and pureed potatoes, but there's an alternative of ravioli stuffed with cheese and pasta. Would you rather have the latter?" He scoots his chair a little closer, "I would've had them prepare something you'd requested but there was no time t--" 

"That's okay!" She rushes to say, nodding her head, and cutting him off encouraging a few heads perk up -- nobody ever cuts him off,  "Don't worry about it, really. The ravioli sounds really good."

In any other case Harry might have scolded someone for not letting him finish, but he merely lets a smile twitch at his mouth as he nods at her, settling back into his seat. For a brief moment he locks eyes with Mitch, who's squinting at him some, but Harry moves his eyes away quickly, trying to ward away the heat he feels threatening to pink his cheeks up. Was he being obvious? Surely, he was being so obvious. If not for inviting her to dinner and smiling at her like a love struck puppy, then definitely in the way his heart begins beating rapidly at her attention. 

This was ridiculous! No matter what the books he'd read had said, there's no reason he should be so affected by this human girl. Through his thorough research, he'd found that this could happen -- albeit rare, it is possible that a werewolf can mate with a human, and though it's usually not an alpha, there is a few recorded cases of such a thing happening. And he shared similar circumstances with all of them -- a sweet, little human ambling into his life without him seeking such out, throwing them into a haze of mating fever, and leaving them to sort out what this meant for the fate of them, the human, and so on. What differed in his case though, is that they'd never had a mate prior to this. The human had been born, destined to be at their side. So what did this mean of him and Y/N? He isn't completely positive, but he did schedule a meeting with a woman his mum knows in Sweden to discuss these matters. 

One thing was clear though, through his research, is that while she may not feel the intensity of their bond as one of his kind might, she feels something. Though it may be foaming like an effervesce liquid beneath the surface, she will slowly come to terms with it as well -- that is, if this goes accordingly. He has hope though, given their interaction in the woods, and how easily she connected with him while he was shifted. And again just in his office, leaning into his touch like a pup waiting to be pet, and how she melted into such an eased state at his caress. 

If only he could see inside of her head. Should he recruit Niall to do his bidding? Request that he find out her true feelings? Or was he so loyal to this human girl for housing him and caring for him that he would expose Harry's intent immediately? It's not like he could blame him for it -- Harry's having a hell of a difficult time keeping this from her as is -- but she couldn't know just yet, the complexity of what she'd unintentionally gotten into. As much as it would make things easier for him, he understands that she is human and he would not want to inundate her and scare her away. If all of this was true and lasting, he would want to ease her into the idea of this, so she had enough time to decide if she wanted this life and if not, then to give himself time to prepare for that rejection. Would it be painful? Certainly, but he wouldn't force her. He has this encompassing desire to see to it that she is given the life that she deserves and would be happy with it, in anyway that he could. Though this doesn't mean he wouldn't try to at least attempt to court her to some degree. 

"Harry?" Her voice drags him from his reverie, and he realizes then that his plate had been set in front of him, his brows raising some, "Are you okay?" 

His heart twitches with her concern -- could she feel his stress through their bond or was this simply her wondering from the look on his face?

"I'm fine, sorry," he reaches for the water pitcher sat before him, leaning over so that he can refill her glass back to the top, "It's good that you drink so much water. It'll keep you healthy." 

Y/N tilts her head at him, squinting her eyes some before huffing a laugh to her nose, "Thank you, I think?" 

He nods, inwardly kicking himself. How is he so bad at this? Had it really been so long since he's tried to woo someone? 

Eventually, the low murmurs that had once accompanied the hall turn into the usual loud banter and conversation. Y/N and Niall talk amongst themselves, and Harry maintained pleasant conversation with Mitch throughout their meal. Though as the table begins to be cleared for dessert, Harry makes a point of stopping Gretel -- one of the finest chef's in the country -- with his hand to her bicep, "Please bring Miss. Y/N a piece of chocolate pie," at the mention of her name, Y/N turns her head to look at him, and he then asks her, "Would you like whipped cream and sprinkles as well?" Y/N nods, seeming impressed that he'd known that and he nods to Gretel who tells him she'll be back soon with it. 

"Thank you," she says again, "I didn't know you knew I liked chocolate pie." 

Harry smiles in return, making note to himself to do something nice for Niall later. 

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Y/N has never been so completely baffled in her life. 

A few things didn't make sense, all of which Harry had direct involvement in. 

One being the fact that she'd been invited to dinner, when she vaguely remembers Niall saying how important that was. She'd noticed the change in Harry's attitude towards her but never had she imagined such an evolution within their relationship that he would think to invite her to dinner. Though she can't remember the exact significance of it, she does recall that it means that that person is cared for within the pack or something or other -- but Harry and Niall seemed to be the only two who truly cared for her. The others had been nice enough, but certainly weren't welcoming her in with open arms; she could sense their discomfort with her sitting amongst them. So was this something new? Or did Harry just figure since she and Niall are close, that he should begin integrating her into pack dynamics so they don't have to keep venturing out here to her? And how did he know that she liked chocolate pie with whipped cream and sprinkles? 

The second thing being, that last night he had been ineffably sweet. It was almost enough to boggle her mind, how much more gentle and caring he had emitted his words and actions towards her than what she's previously encountered. But it felt right, in a sense. He felt a little awkward and sheepish like he didn't know how to speak with her kindly, but she could feel that he wanted to so badly. Last night she could feel him, if that makes any sense. Like, his presence has always been a domineering one, but it was as if he was an extension of herself at sometimes. She could feel how he felt, and she was warm when he smiled, and when a laugh was worked out of him she could feel his inexplicable joy in that moment. As if there was some invisible string, linking their brains or their hearts or something together  that she -- for the first time -- completely understood him, without understanding anything at all. 

It was a headache, honestly. 

And to tie all up in a nice little bow, he offered her to spend the night! Told her that he'd have a room prepared for her if she would like to stay, and when she thanks him for the offer but lets him know that she has to get back to Grandpa, she thought she saw a bit of a pout on his mouth. He seemed so disappointed in that moment, that she can physically feel her heart frown, and it made her want to stay. Made her want to message Marcie to go pick up Grandpa for the night, but before she could make a hasty decision as such, he nodded, "I understand. If it isn't too much to ask of you, may I have your number?" 

Y/N's heart hammered hard against her chest as she agreed, took his phone from his hands, and entered in her contact. His smile was warm, "Thank you." 

She was a mess the entire way home, as she'd clung to Niall's back. Had asked him if Harry had said anything about her lately, that would have given a reason to why he was being so gentle as of late, but he only shrugged, "Dunno', he's not much of a talker when it comes to feelings. Maybe he thinks you're cute." 

She struggled not to dip her face into his throat as her face heated with the thought. 

To make it even worse for her heart and mind, when she gets home and checks her phone, she has one new message from an unknown number. 

This is Harry. Let me know if you've made it home safe. 

And when she messaged him, she almost immediately got a response back. 

Good. Sweet Dreams and tell Grandpa I said hello

Why did this make her feel so soft? Since when does Harry make her feel this damn giddy? 

This -- all of this -- was so damn ridiculous! 

So much so that she could barely pay attention in her Theatre lecture. All the information was going right over her head and it didn't help that her pencil hovered over where she'd been scrawling notes on the paper, but she thinks she's about five slides behind with only a few minutes of class left. It feels like there's no point in following what's going on at all when the only thing looping through her mind is a dinner she had with werewolves. One where the alpha spent a little extra time catering to her wishes and needs, leaving her in a confused, mushy mess for a few days after. And it's not like she could speak a word of this to Marcie, which she wishes she could -- she's always got the best advice. Can always spot when Y/N likes someone and what's the best way to approach it, and though Y/N never truly follows through with it, she's got lovely ideas. She would definitely know what to do, but mentioning Harry means mentioning where she'd met him and she doesn't really feel like trying to conjure up some believable story for it. 

The professor finishes up and tells them they're allowed off and Y/N has never been more grateful. She couldn't tell you why she was so jumpy and jittery to get out of there since she had nothing else to do, but it felt like she needed to get outside. Like something might be waiting for her and she's already running late or something -- she doesn't know, it's just niggling at the back of her mind as she packs her stuff away. Slings her bag over her shoulder and grabs for her water bottle, twisting the cap open as she makes her way through the doors, and counts her blessings that she's right next to the exit doors. Though the wind is biting as it whips at her when she first opens the door, it's a comfort knowing that she's done with classes for the day. That she could go home, tug on some warm, fuzzy socks and rest for --

"Y/N?" Harry's voice startles her, causing her to jump and the water from her bottle sloshes up in front of her. She places a hand to her chest before turning around to face him, trying to catch her breath. 

"Jesus, Harry, you can't sneak up on me like that! Damn near gave me a heart attack." She twists the cap back onto the bottle to avoid losing anymore, before her brows dipped, "What're you doing here? Is Niall okay?" 

Harry frowns some, "He's okay." 

"Oh," she thinks for a second, before asking, "Did I forget something at dinner?" 

He shakes his head again and Y/N's legitimately confused -- Harry never comes to visit her if Niall isn't with him. She'd never thought he'd had the interest to, but he goes on to say, "I thought, perhaps we could spend some time together alone."