A prompt that I forgot I had! Love receiving them so keep them pouring in!
Also this is set in 2017 after Harry released his self titled album :)
"Hi baby, having fun?" Louis asked his boyfriend who was kneeling on the ground playing with blocks, a pacifier in his mouth. It was the night before Harry had an interview to promote his album. It had been out for a few months now, and Harry was in the promoting stage of the album before he goes on tour. Harry was in his little mindset, something they both felt he needed as the promo got heavier and heavier for this album.
Harry and Louis had been together for 7 years, but established an ageplay relationship in 2015. The stress the band was under, especially after Zayn left, had been too much for Harry. He had been diving off the deep end, drinking every night and going out to clubs, with or without Louis. Louis didn't want to sit back and watch him drink himself to death and forced Harry to sit down with him and talk to him, something that Louis sometimes have to do with Harry when he bottles up his feelings about things.
That night, Harry broke down into tears and expressed how stressed out he was and how drinking was his only escape from it. After hours of searching for a remedy, they had stumbled onto ageplay. Harry was a bit apprehensive at first, but after settling into it he found it really was exactly what he needed. Two years later, it was still exactly what him and Louis needed after a stressful week, Louis being a natural caregiver and Harry loved it when he took care of him.
"M'huh, playing' bwocks daddy!" Harry said happily, holding a block up to show Louis.
"That's great baby! Can we put them away and have a little chat?" Louis asked gently, knowing that bringing Harry up this time around will be harder than usual since he hadn't been little for as long as they usually have him. Harry pouted but nodded anyways, always wanting to be a good boy for his daddy. He put his blocks in his toy box and grabbed his daddies hand, who guided him over to the couch.
"Come sit with daddy bubba," Louis said gently, patting the spot next to him on the couch. Harry happily sat down, swinging his legs with a little giggle. "Now baby, do you know what you have to do tomorrow?" Louis asks, looking at Harry with a serious look.
Harry thought hard, a frown forming on his face as he tried to remember. "Don' know daddy," Harry said with a slight shake of his head. He had a tough time remembering his adult responsibilities when he was little.
"You have an interview tomorrow bubs, so that means you have to be a big boy tonight," Louis said carefully. Harry looked at him with his head cocked to the side, not understanding why he had to be big.
"No daddy, no big," Harry said very quietly, eyes already glazing over with tears.
"I'm sorry Haz, but you have to come up now, I know you don't want to but you have to," Louis said gently. Harrys bottom lip started wobbling and he wordlessly clambered into Louis' lap, pressing his face into the older lads neck. Louis sighed as he felt Harrys body start shaking and tears wet his neck. He wrapped his arms around Harry and started swaying him gently. "I know bubs, I'm so sorry love but you have to come up just until after the interview, I know you didn't get enough time," Louis said and pet Harrys hair as he sniffled wetly, little whimpers escaping every once in a while.
They sit like this for quite some time, Louis knowing that Harry needs to get his emotions out before he'd be ready. Louis never had a problem comforting him in times like these, he understood that it's a lot to go from one mindset to another, especially when he was so comfortable in his little mindset.
Harry eventually pulled back, swiping at his teary eyes with his hands. Louis cooed and wiped his face, kissing him on the cheek. "You okay darling?" Louis cooed quietly, running his hand through his hair. Louis could tell Harry was big again just by the look in his eyes.
"'M okay, don't want to be big right now. Promise I can go down again right after the interview?" Harry asks, looking at Louis with big doe eyes.
"Of course my love, you can go right down after. Do you wanna go take a shower and change your clothes?" Louis asks, looking at Harrys outfit. He was still in a diaper and a onesie which he knows needs to go away if he wants Harry to stay big.
"Join me?" Harry asks with a smirk, going from his innocent eyes to one of hunger.
"Well, if you insist," Louis says, helping Harry off the couch and taking him to the shower.
After they had a rather steamy shower, Harry was set and ready to go to his interview. It was decided that Louis would go with to this one and stay in the dressing room and watch, just to monitor Harry and make sure that he was doing okay. He just had a gut feeling that something would maybe go wrong in the interview and he didn't want Harry to be left alone.
They made their way to the studio where Harrys interview was with some time to spare, thankfully giving them a little time before the interview together.
"And remember, if you start feeling foggy or anything while you're out there, give me the signal and I'll find a way to come help, okay?" Louis asks, holding Harrys face in his hands, looking him in the eyes to make sure he was listening. Their code signal was something that was established a long time ago. Back in the days before ageplay, they would give each other a thumbs up in interviews, or on stage as a silent way to get the others attention. Now they use it as a sign that one of them might need help, and it works really well for when Harry feels like he's slipping. It's something that when they see it they both understand it's an alert to the other person and to get to them as soon as possible.
"Okay Lou, I'll do the thumbs up, but I'm sure I'll be fine. I'm feeling good right now!" Harry said, feeling a bit rejuvenated suddenly from the short amount of time he was little. Louis smiled softly at him, but he couldn't help but be concerned. He knew it wasn't enough time, and although Harry might feel good now, Louis knew it wouldn't take much to push him to the edge.
"Hey Harry, you're up," a crew member yelled from the other side of the door, knowing to respect his and Louis' privacy.
"Thank you!" Harry yelled back before turning to his boyfriend, placing one more loving kiss on his lips.
"Go get it pop star, I love you," Louis said, kissing his cheek.
"I love you too Lou, I'll be back," Harry said, making his way out the door. Louis sighed but took his place on the couch in the dressing room, turning his attention to the monitor that will show what's all happening during the interview. Louis was of course drawn in right away; despite knowing every aspect of Harrys life, hearing him talk about things that are important to him is always something that Louis loves to listen to. He loves how passionate Harry gets when he's talking about things that matter to him and can listen to him for hours.
The interview was going well, Harry had been asked a million questions about his self titled album which he was of course excited to talk about. He was showing a different side of himself with this album and wanted to talk about that instead of his own personal life.
Unfortunately, the interviewer had other plans. "So this past year, you've faced a lot of loss in your life it seems; taking into consideration the fact that your old bandmates mum, Johannah, had passed away December of 2016, and then just about six months later your step father, Robin passed away. Did those losses contribute to this album and how did that affect your writing process?" The interviewer asked, not even realizing the weight of her question.
Sure, she maybe wasn't aware of Harrys relationship with Louis, but it was blatantly obvious how close of a relationship he had with Jay. She was a second mother to him, and Robin was always a second father to Harry as well. The fact that she had even thought about bringing any of that up had Louis fuming in anger in the dressing room, unable to stop himself from pacing but also watching Harry closely.
Harry was silent for quite a few moments, in shock that she would ask that. Louis couldn't tell in the monitor, but Harrys eyes were starting to glaze over in tears and his head was getting fuzzy. He tried to stay afloat, but it felt like he was drowning. Quickly, Harry remembered their action, and rested his hand against his leg before making a discrete thumbs up in view of the camera.
Louis immediately left the room and went into action, finding the nearest producer and quickly tapping them on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, I hate to interrupt but it appears that there's an emergency at home and we're going to have to finish up this interview, right now." Louis says, ending with authority that gives no room for argument.
"Not a problem, I'll flag the interviewer and let her know that she has to wrap it up," the producer said kindly, going over a radio and telling the interviewer that they need to finish the interview. Louis watched from the side as Harry tried to resurface, bringing it back enough to tell the interviewer that he didn't feel comfortable answering that question and politely saying goodbye. He stood on wobbly legs and stumbled his way over to Louis, thankfully no one noticing how off he was due to him being naturally clumsy.
Louis grabbed Harrys arm as soon as he was close and drug him back to the dressing room, slamming the door shut and locking it behind them. As soon as the door was shut Harry broke down, sobbing and nearly collapsing on the floor if it wasn't for Louis hauling him into his arms.
"Shhh, I know baby, that wasn't fun was it? I already have a driver coming to get us then we can go home," Louis said gently, bouncing the boy gently. Harry looked up Louis with tear filled eyes, hiccuping and choking on his cries.
"Sh-shh-she s-sa-said," Harry stuttered out before breaking down into sobs again.
"I know baby love, I know, that wasn't nice of her," Louis said, his voice breaking down too as he saw how distressed his baby was.
"D-daddyyy!" Harry cried, burying his face in Louis' neck, clearly feeling little again.
"Daddy's got you bubba, it's okay, deep breaths," Louis said soothingly, receiving a text that their driver was five minutes away. Thankfully the driver they had kept everything completely confidential and is a trusted part of their team.
"Daddy wettt!!" Harry cried. Louis suddenly felt a damp warmth on his own pants and realized that all the stress Harry's face had made him have an accident.
"It's okay sweetheart, daddy knows you didn't mean it, you didn't have a nappy on and I know you can't control it," Louis said soothingly, holding Harrys head to his chest, knowing the sound of his heart beating would help calm Harry.
"Wan' my protec'ion," Harry whined, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth but thankfully calming down.
"I know babe, we're going to go to the car and then we'll be home and can put your protection on," Louis said calmly, carrying Harry out to the back door where the car was waiting. Thankfully no one else was around and Louis was easily able to get Harry into the car without either of them being noticed.
Harry didn't like the idea of sitting in a seat away from Louis, so the ride home was a bit tricky; Harry was whining the whole time about wanting to sit in his daddy's lap, so Louis opted to buckling the boy in the middle seat so he was closer to Louis. He of course pressed himself as close to Louis as possible, trying to get any contact with his daddy that he could. Once they arrived home Louis grabbed Harry by the hand and pulled him out of the car, not lifting him into his arms until they were in the house.
"Shall I run a bath for you baby boy? Get you all nice and clean before your diapey gets put on?" Louis said soothingly, already leading the boy to the bathroom.
"Bath wif daddy?" Harry asked innocently, sticking a finger in his mouth to suck on.
"Sure bubba, I'll take a bath with you but you can't suck on your fingers, that's icky," Louis said with gentle sternness, not wanting to upset the boy further. Harry pouted but took his fingers out, happy again once Louis replaced it with a dummy.
Louis ran the bath and then stripped him and Harry of their clothes, tossing them in the hamper to get washed since they had urine on them. Louis sat at the edge of the tub with Harry on his lap while they watched the tub fill. Harry squealed in excitement when he saw Louis reach in the cabinet and grab some bubble bath and a bath bomb.
"Get in now daddy?" Harry questioned, staring mesmerized at the now light pink and bubbly water.
"Now we'll get in baby! I'll put you in then grab some of your toys," Louis said, gently setting Harry in the water. Harry frowned when he realized that meant his daddy wasn't joining him right away, even though it'd only be a minute.
"hurry daddy!" Harry whined, reaching a soapy hand out for Louis as he got some boats and other toys for Harry to play with.
"I'm coming darling, no need to fuss," Louis cooed, quickly hopping in behind Harry. Harry snuggled back into his daddy's chest, happy to just be with the man. Louis encouraged him to play with his toys, even making up fun games and joining in on them, but all Harry really cared about was being close to Louis. So much so, he ended up just flipping around and sitting on Louis' lap, not wanting anything else.
"Do I have myself a little cuddle bug?" Louis questioned softly, tickling Harrys side a little. Harry giggled quietly and squirmed away from Louis' prodding fingers, but other than that stayed silent. Little did Louis know that Harry was slowly regressing into a smaller mindset; the stress of the day and his daddy's comfort being enough to regress him further.
After soaking in the tub for a while, Louis scrubbed them both clean and hauled Harry out of the tub. He wasn't too concerned as to why Harry was a bit more quiet, figuring the boy was probably ready for his afternoon nap. He carefully towel dried the sleepy looking boy and changed him into a fresh diaper and a onesie before changing into some sweats and a t shirt himself.
"Does my baby want a baba before nap time?" Louis asked as they made their way to the kitchen, Louis already knowing the answer.
Harrys eyes lit up at the thought of his beloved baba. "Wan' daddy," Harry said happily, sticking two fingers in his mouth and drooling around them as Louis got his bottle ready. Louis couldn't find it within him to reprimand him this time; he had such a stressful interview and he had just had a bath so he let it slide just this once.
"Okay bubba, to your room for sleepies!" Louis carried him up to the nursery they had for when Harry was little. It was a room that Harry and Louis had both worked on designing in the beginning of their ageplay journey, and it's always been a sacred place for the both of them; a room that held so much intimacy between the two of them, but in a much different way than their big bedroom.
Louis sat in the rocker with Harry across his lap, pressing the bottle to his lips. Harry took it easily, slowly drinking until sleep overtook him, milk dribbling down his chin. Louis carefully removed the bottle and wiped Harrys face, replacing it with a paci before Harry could fuss about it. Louis laid him down in the cot and tucked him in, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"Sweet dreams my little love, daddy loves you," Louis whispered, turning on the baby monitor before leaving.
Louis utilized the time he had to clean up around the house since he knows little Harry loves to get into anything and everything. He did the dishes, cleaned up the living room from the previous mess little Harry had made, and answered some of their work emails since he was hoping to have Harry little for quite a few days.
About two hours later, Louis heard high pitched crying coming from the baby monitor. Louis frowned at that and quickly got up to see what was wrong . Typically when Harry woke up he would call out happily for his daddy, not cry like he was being hurt.
"Daddys here baba, what's the matter darling, hmm?" Louis rushed out as soon as he entered the nursery. He did a quick once over to see if Harry was hurt, but nothing seemed wrong. He lifted Harry into his arms and cradled him to his chest.
As soon as Harry was in his daddy's arm he immediately calmed down, snuggling his face in his daddy's neck. Louis was quite weary of what was going on, not really understanding the shift in mood.
"You okay bubs?" Louis asked, trying to adjust Harry to look at his face. Harrys head lulled to the side limply, making Louis quickly support it. "Jesus love, what's going on?" Louis said, a bit exasperated. Harry didn't really understand what Louis was saying, but he was hearing his daddy's voice and seeing his face; even though his daddy had funny lines on his forehead and looked a bit grumpy, Harry couldn't help but smile and pet his daddy's face. He loved his daddy, and the attention he was getting!
Suddenly everything pieced together in Louis' mind; Harry had been so stressed that he had regressed to an even younger headspace. "Oh, does daddy have a little bubbas, huh? Daddy's little baby boy, I love you so much," Louis crooned, kissing Harry on his forehead then carrying him to the changing table. Harry whined loudly after losing contact with his daddy, but was quickly placated by a paci and his favorite stuffy.
"There we go darling, let's get you out of this icky diapey and then we'll have a nice warm baba!" Louis said excitedly, getting the little excited as well as Harry gurgled happily around his paci. Louis freed him from his onesie, causing Harry to happily kick out his legs and stretch them in the air.
"Alright squirmy wormy, daddy's gonna clean you!" Louis said with a laugh at Harrys legs kicking out at the table.
Harry giggled at his daddy's voice, he sounded silly! Daddy wanted to play! "Dada," Harry giggled quietly, wiggling his toes as Louis held his legs in the air. Louis' heart felt like it was going to burst, Harry never called him dada, only daddy so to hear that he was so regressed and so happy was every caretakers dream.
"My baby, clean as a whistle," Louis said after he put a clean diaper on the boy and some rash cream on some spots Harry had from sitting in a wet nappy. He blew a raspberry on Harrys little tummy, the little squealing out loudly and grabbing Louis' hair gently. "I think since I have such a wiggly boy you need a legless onesie," Louis said as he dug through Harrys little clothes. He knew Harry wouldn't understand but he also knew exactly what his boy would want. He gently moved Harrys body as he put Harrys arms through the holes and tucked it down to snap the onesie at the crotch. Harry wiggled happily as he stared up at his daddy, he just had such a pretty daddy, he couldn't help it!
"Okay bubs! Downstairs for a baba," Louis said, gently picking Harry up and cradling his head against his chest. He didn't trust Harry to control his body movements especially with his head falling limp earlier, so he carried the boy as gently as possible down the stairs.
Louis made up a bottle for the boy, bouncing him around the kitchen as the milk heated up. Once it was ready, he took the boy to the living room and sat down on the couch, turning on an age appropriate TV show for Harry. "Here you go bubs, some milky for my little princess," Louis cooed, pressing the nipple to Harrys lips after removing his paci. Harry easily took it, the side of his face pressed to Louis chest as he gazed for a second at the TV before getting bored by the moving colors, he cared more about focusing on his daddy.
Speaking of his daddy, he just didn't feel comfortable on him? He wanted nothing else but to be in his daddy's lap, but something didn't feel right?
Harry snuggled closer, slotting his body as close as physically possible, but it still wasn't enough and Harry was getting upset! He had his baba, he had his dada, so what was wrong?
Harry moved his arm upward, going to rub his eyes as he started to get upset when he felt it; he wasn't as close as he could be to his daddy because dada had a shirt on!
Louis watched curiously as Harry pushed the bottle out of his mouth and whined grumpily, grasping Louis' shirt in a tight fist. "What's the matter princess? I know you aren't full already," Louis said with a bit of concern. Harry just huffed and squirmed, pulling as hard as he could on the bottom of Louis' shirt, which really wasn't that hard at all. Louis felt the motion and saw how disgruntled Harry seemed to be about Louis' shirt. "Do you want this off? Will that make you happy baby?" Louis asked gently, moving carefully to removed his shirt while keeping Harry from falling off his lap.
As soon as the shirt was off and Harrys head was laying back on his daddy's chest, Harry knew that's exactly what he needed. He allowed Louis to guide the bottle back in his mouth and eagerly drank it while soaking in his daddy's warmth. He was so content, he couldn't help but close his eyes and completely relax on his daddy.
The bottle was gone much faster once Harry had relaxed, ending in a little bout of hiccups that a couple of pats on his back and a burp could fix. Harry was content with cuddling with his daddy until his legs told him he wanted to move again, so he started squirming and trying to wiggle around.
"Should we have some play time? Are you all energized now?" Louis said happily, pulling out an activity gym made specifically for littles.
He laid Harry down on his back so he was looking up at all the toys. Harry was absolutely ecstatic to see the little toys hanging down and wanted to try to catch them! He squealed excitedly and swatted at the with his hands while his feet kicked out against the mat. Louis sat next to his boy, making funny voices for each little character that was hanging down. He took a little video to send to Liam and Niall; they had loved taking care of Harry when he was little and always loved to see when he acted younger.
They played for a long time; Harry eventually rolled himself onto his stomach and absolutely basked in the praise Louis gave him. Louis did grab a little pillow for Harry to put his head on as he still didn't trust the babies neck strength. All was well until Harry suddenly went silent, his little face turning slightly red as he let out a grunt.
"Uh oh, is someone making a big stinky for dada?" Louis said as a laugh slipped past his lips. Harry whined and turned his face away from his daddy, a little bashful that his handsome daddy was right there while he was doing a poo. Louis laughed quietly but just looked at his phone while Harry did his business, not wanting to embarrass the boy further. Minutes later the grunting had stopped and Harry peeked one green eye at Louis, waiting until his daddy looked at him and then quickly turning his face back into the pillow.
"Oh are you playing with daddy now? Where's my baby?" Louis crooned sweetly, tickling Harrys side to elicit a little giggle. Harry quickly peeked up at Louis again. "There he is! There's my princess!" Louis said in the most baby voice he could possibly muster as Harry turned his face into the pillow again, giggling wildly. They played this game for a few minutes before Louis knew he needed to get Harry out of the nappy.
"Okay, come here stinker, dada's gonna change your little bumbum," Louis said, picking up the boy and supporting his head as he carried him back to the nursery. He handed Harry his beloved blankie to hold while he was changed, knowing he was a bit embarrassed.
Louis made the change as quick as he could, getting Harry out of the dirtied nappy at an expert speed before replacing it with a new one and sprinkling some powder on his bits. Louis looked at the clock and was shocked to see it was about dinner time. "Alright baby, squeaky clean! Dada's gonna start on some dindins, so daddy's gonna put you in a special seat so you can sit with me!" Louis said happily so Harry wouldn't be upset about being out of his daddy's arms. Louis pulled out a baby swing made for littles and tucked Harry into it, giving him his blankie and making sure Louis was within his line of sight. Harry was especially content when Louis set the settings to rock him, almost falling asleep in the swing as Louis bustled around the kitchen. Louis made himself macaroni and cheese and pulled out some mashed carrots and bananas for Harry. He knew those two things were Harrys favorites when he was bigger, so he was hoping he could get him to eat a little before a bottle.
"Okay, to the highchair bug," Louis said while getting Harry out of the swing. Harry thankfully seemed to have a bit more control of his head, so he was comfortable putting Harry in the highchair. He took bites of his own food as he spoon-fed Harry some carrots. Harry grumbled happily, opening his mouth for more after he swallowed his bite. They ate happily together, Louis playing little games that kept Harry engaged in his meal. Not shockingly, the little ended up with food all over his face, which of course ended in a few tears as Louis wiped his face with a wet wipe.
Louis looked at the time as he was cleaning up the kitchen and noticed it was getting a bit late. Typically, if Harry was bigger he'd let him stay up late, but he didn't want to risk it with him being so little; plus, he had noticed Harry was getting a bit fussy at the end of dinner and knew it was probably time for the little to go to bed.
"C'mere bugaboo, let's go to sleepy byes," Louis whispered quietly as he grabbed a bottle of milk out of the warmer. Harry was already partially asleep, barely suckling on the bottle once Louis got him in his sleeper and a clean diaper. Harry was holding on loosely to a couple of Louis' fingers and staring sleepily into his eyes. Towards the end of the bottle, his eyes were shut and his grip on Louis was almost nonexistent. Louis pulled the bottle out of Harrys mouth and burped him quickly before placing him in the cot with his blankie and his stuffy.
Louis stared down at the boy for a moment, just taking in the sight of his beautiful baby boy before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Goodnight sweetheart, daddy loves you so much," Louis murmured, kissing his forehead one last time before turning on the nightlight and baby monitor.
He carried the other monitor with him to their bedroom, listening to any signs that Harry was going to put up a fuss. He did hear sounds; but not something that was concerning, something that was heartwarming and nearly caused Louis to burst into tears.
"Love dada."
The next day Harry had woken up in a bigger headspace and had stayed there for the rest of the week. He was back to being a curious little toddler that got into things and misbehaved, but was also still Louis' little snuggle bug. When Harry came up, they had a long conversation regarding the interview, both of them ending up in tears as they reminisced about the parents that they had lost. They agreed that day that they would make it a point to have someone inform every interviewer that their family tragedies were not something to be discussed and that if this is broken, they won't return to do an interview again. All in all, Harry had genuinely felt much better about the whole thing after slipping into such a young headspace, and he couldn't thank Louis, his life partner, best friend, lover, and daddy enough for taking such good care of him.
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Sorry for such a long wait! My life's been pretty busy but I think I may be able to get another chapter out within this next week!
I hope you're all doing well and that you're all safe; our world has been changing quite a bit recently and I can only hope that everyone is doing okay and that soon there will be a change.
As always, prompts are ALWAYS loved! I've got a couple in line right now but I still would love to take them!!
All my love,
H