"So, are you going to tell me about this 'secret' of yours?" Louis asked, his voice soft, gentle but with a hint of curiosity.
"No, of course not, there is so secret anyway." The boy mumbled back, going back to the book he had previously been reading. "Oh, but I think there is." Louis spoke, tone once again soft, not wanting the boy he had slowly fallen for to feel he was any different because of this... 'secret' he was hiding.
Louis was going to find out, one way or another, whether the curly haired lad sat infront of him in the large chair liked it or not. Louis reached out to touch his hand, drawing gentle patterns on his palm with his finger tips, hoping it would calm the boy.
He sighed contently and glanced up towards the green eyes, they were staring back to him, deeply confused and filled with fear.
He knew he had to mend and care for this boy, keep him safe, and find out the secret he feared to tell Louis.
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Gentle
FanfictionA Larry Paraphilic Infantilism story. (Parahilic Infantilism, also know as autonepiophilia and adult baby syndrome can be a sexual fetish that involves role-playing a infant-like state.)
