Adopted

Clingy Hazza

"You two are so lucky," Eleanor sighs, leaning against the wall.

"Why's that," the blue-eyed boy questions.

"You have each other. I have no one, except for a daddy who doesn't like playing dollies with me," she pouts.

Eleanor has been in the community for five months now, but unlike Louis, her daddy had kept her out of daycare until he was sure she wouldn't cause any trouble. All of that time alone with just one man had really made it hard to start going to daycare. Nobody bothered talking to her and her social skills digressed the longer she went without contact. She never thought she would be so relieved to see her Daddy before than when he picked her up after the first day.

Feeling guilty for the poor girl, Louis makes a peace offering. "You can be our friend," he says simply. "I'm sure Daddy and Papa will let you come over to our house and play. Right, Harry?"

Harry nods. Louis takes that as a small victory that he at least got some form of reaction from the boy.

Eleanor smiles, "Really?!"

"Yeah. They let Niall come over. You have to come see our playroom! More toys in that room than there are in this whole place," he says with excitement, using hand gestures to enhance what he's saying. He honestly loves the playroom so much. He wishes that he could be in there right now.

"Lucky! I don't even have a playroom!"

"I'll ask Papa 'bout it when he comes to get us," he tells her.

The boy in his lap frowns, his bottom lip trembling. He wishes that Daddy and Papa would come now. After today, he never wants to come here again. Eleanor seems nice, but he doesn't want to be around his "friends." He looks over to see Niall staring at him while talks to Abby and Amber. Niall says that boys can't wear tiaras. But Louis says Harry can. Louis says Harry is pretty. Louis doesn't make fun of Harry when they play dress up at home, even when Harry wears fairy wings. NiNi knows nothing compared to Louis.

If it wasn't for his soiled nappy and the happy helpers, Harry would stand up right now, take Louis' hand, and walk them home. It's only a 5 minute drive, so it couldn't be too far to walk.

Harry looks back up into Louis' eyes.

"Something bothering you, Love," the older boy asks. Duh, obviously. 'Why would you ask such a stupid question? This is the most quiet the boy has ever been around you,' he scolds himself.

"Tired," Harry mumbles. It's not a lie, he is tired. But he's so frustrated with the day as well.

"Is there a place to nap," Louis asks.

"Yeah, if you ask Miss Caroline or one of the other helpers they can take him," Eleanor says.

Not wanting Louis to leave him, Harry raises his arms and grips the bottom of Louis' shirt. "Don't leave me."

Louis runs his hand through the curls before running his thumb over the boy's temple. "I won't. Will you take a nap if I go with?"

Harry debates the option before nodding.

Harry rolls over onto his knees before standing. Louis and Eleanor get off of the ground to. The youngest grabs hold of Louis' hand. Eleanor isn't tired, but she doesn't want to be left alone. She leads the way over to Caroline, who is organizing board game boxes in a cabinet.

"Miss Caroline," the girl says shyly.

"Yes," she says, turning to face the trio. "Need something, Sweeties?"

"Um, we-we were wondering if... iff," Eleanor stutters.

Louis wants to stop the girl from embarrassing herself. "We're all a bit tired and were wondering if we could nap."