N/A: Okay so this is a request by @just-harrys-lou3 and I hope you guys like it. As always, I'm open to requests just DM me or post a comment. There is a little bit bigger age gap so Harry is 17 and Louis is 21, and in this, we're just going to pretend that Louis knows how to cook. Also, Louis is used to taking care of littles, and people being littles is a normal thing in this world.
TW: Abuse(Verbal/Physical)
SA/R@pe (IDK if what I'm writing would count but I wanted to put it on here just in case)
Panic Attack
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"Go on get out of here you embarrassing baby, nobody wants you!" Harry's father screamed at him as he kicked the boy out of the house. His father was sick and tired of Harry acting like a baby, he was always yelling at him to come out of it but that constantly pushed the green-eyed boy further into his headspace.
A bag of stuff was thrown at him along with his stuffed bear that Harry named Beary, Harry sat on the ground with his knees tucked to his chest. "I said get out of here, boy!" his father yelled as he walked closer, when Harry didn't move his father raised his hand, and moments later a harsh slap came to Harry's face. Harry cowered back in fear grabbing his stuff and running off as tears streamed down his face, he ran until he didn't know where he was.
Harry held onto his stuffed bear and sat down outside a small book store, too scared to ask for help he sat there with his thumb in his mouth and his bear tucked under his arm. His knees were tucked into his chest as he continued to cry quietly. He sat there until the sky was becoming dark, no one paid any attention to him, and he was still crying as he rocked himself back and forth.
Eventually, it started to rain, and Harry was getting soaked. The boy was shivering as he sat there in the dark, he checked his bag, there was one pair of clothes and a beanie. He put the beanie over his wet curls and sat there hoping someone would help him.
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After a few hours, Harry felt a light tap on his shoulder, he looked up and saw a man with blue eyes looking down at him. "N-No hurt p-pwease," the man frowned, "I'm not going to hurt you I promise. What's your name, love?" Harry looked at him with watery eyes, "Hawwy," the man smiled softly at him, "Hi, Harry, my name is Louis,"
Harry held his stuffed bear tighter, "What's your stuffy's name," he asked. "Beary," Louis smiled at him, "That's a cute name, are you and Beary hungry?" Harry nodded, "C-Cold," Louis frowned, "Come on, let's get you someplace warm and I'll make you something to eat, okay?" Harry nodded, Louis, held out his hand letting Harry take it before pulling him up.
"Oh, love, you're soaking wet, you must be freezing," he said as he quickly guided the boy to his car, once Harry was in the passenger's seat, Louis promptly went over to the driver's side, starting the car and turning the heat up. "How old are you Harry?" Louis asked he knew he could possibly get a different answer than how old the boy actually is, he knew that Harry was in a headspace and he didn't know when he would come out of it.
Harry held up four fingers "You're four?" Harry nodded, and Louis nodded as well, so when he's in his headspace his four now Louis just has to figure out how old the boy is when he's not a little. "Harry, what's your favorite food?" Harry smiled softly "Gwill Cheese," Louis nodded, "When we get back to my place, I'll make you a grilled cheese," the boy squealed and clapped his hands.
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Once they were back at Louis' place, Louis showed him to the bathroom so he could change his clothes. Louis went back downstairs and started making Harry his grilled cheese, right when he was about to put the sandwich in the pan he heard a loud crash from upstairs. He put the sandwich down and quickly ran up the stairs, he opened the bathroom door to find Harry crying on the bathroom floor.
"Love, what happened?" Harry held his temple which was bleeding a bit, "Owie," Louis frowned, "Come here, sweetheart," he said as he held out his arms. Harry quickly crawled over to him, and the blue-eyed man wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him closer. After a few minutes, Harry stopped crying, "Let me fix you up, okay sunflower," Harry smiled and giggled softly at the nickname as he nodded his head.
After Louis cleaned the boy's cut he covered it with a bandage and kissed his temple, "All better," Harry smiled and hugged Louis, "Fank you," Louis smiled at him. "Alright let's go downstairs and I'll put a movie on for you to watch while I make your grilled cheese," the green-eyed boy smiled and nodded.
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"Here's your food, sunflower," the boy smiled and took the plate of food, "Fank you," Louis sat down and smiled at him, "You're welcome love," Harry took a bite and smiled. After a bit, the boy was done with his sandwich and put the plate down next to him.
"Love, why were you sitting outside?" Harry frowned, "Father kick Hawwy out, don't wike Hawwy," Louis hugged him. "Well you are welcome to stay here with me, I don't want you to stay outside by yourself, it's not safe, love" Harry pouted, "Sowwy, Hawwy have no pwace to go,"
"There's no need to say sorry, and you can stay here with me. I'll take care of you," Harry nodded, "No hurt, Louis no hit Hawwy wike father?" Louis shook his head. Louis made the boy look at him, "I'm not going to hit you or hurt you in any way, what that man did was not okay, and I'm going to make sure you never see him again," Harry nodded, "Hawwy wike Louis, Louis nice,"
Louis smiled and kissed his forehead, "I like you too, sweetheart," the green-eyed boy smiled and cuddled into Louis' chest. After about ten minutes, the curly-headed boy was fast asleep against Louis' chest, and the blue-eyed man's heart melted at how adorable he looked. Louis carefully stood up and carried him to the spare bedroom that was across from his own, laying him down on the bed and kissing his forehead.
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Louis shot up in his bed when he heard a loud scream, he got up and quickly went over to the spare bedroom. He flipped on the light seeing the boy frantically look around, when his eyes landed on Louis he cowered back in fear. "You're not one of my dad's friends are you, I don't want it, p-please don't make me,"
Louis sat down on the bed next to him, "I'm not one of your dad's friends, my name is Louis, and I'm not going to hurt you. Earlier, I found you sitting outside my book store and you were getting soaking wet, I came up to you and talked with you for a few moments before I offered you something to eat. When we got into my car, I asked you how old you were, and you told me you were four. By the way you were talking to me I knew you were in a headspace. When we got to my place I showed you to the bathroom so you could change and I went downstairs to make you something to eat, you fell and you got a small cut on your temple. After I fixed you up I made you your food and after you were done eating I asked you why you were sitting outside in the rain and you told me that your father kicked you because he doesn't like you being a little. I told you that you could stay with me and you asked me if-if I would hit you and hurt you like your father did, and I would never do that to you or anyone. Then you fell asleep and I carried you here and I went to sleep, and now here we are," Louis explained to him.
Harry nodded softly, "Sorry for burdening you, I should go," Louis shook his head, "You're not burdening me, and you don't have to leave, plus it's the middle of the night, it's not safe," Harry sighed, "I'll be fine," he said as he stood up. The blue-eyed man grabbed his hand, "Harry, please stay, I don't want you getting hurt," Harry was starting to break he wanted to cry, he had all of these bottled-up emotions and Louis was showing him so much care that he wasn't used to.
The boy sniffled as he wiped the tear that was falling down his cheek, "Harry, talk to me, I know you don't know me very well, but I want you to talk to me. I want to help you," Harry let out a sob as he finally broke, he couldn't handle it anymore. He let go of Louis' hand and fell to his knees as more sobs raked through his body, the blue-eyed man kneeled down in front of him, pulling him into a tight hug.
"It's going to be okay, Harry, I promise. I'm going to help you," Harry shook his head, "How-How d-do I k-know that y-you're not g-going to just-just force m-me t-to have sex with you and t-then you kick m-me out l-like e-everybody e-else," Louis lifted his chin, "Sweetheart, I'm not going to do that to you I promise, I will never hurt you or doing anything to you that you're not okay with," Harry let out more sobs, his breathing becoming uneven and short.
"Harry, you're okay, I promise. You're safe here, no one will ever hurt you again, and I'm gonna make sure of that, okay?" Harry didn't respond, he just slightly rocked back and forth. Louis held him closer, "You're gonna be okay, no one's going to hurt you anymore. I will protect you you will never see anyone that hurt you again, I'll make sure of that," the older kissed the boy's forehead gently.
Harry slowly calmed down, and after about twenty minutes he was almost completely calm. Harry held Louis close, "Thank you for caring," Louis kissed his head gently, making the boy smile and blush. "Are you hungry or do you wanna go back to sleep?" Louis asked him softly, "I think I'm going to just go back to sleep,"
Louis nodded, "Alright, and tomorrow I'll make us some breakfast, and I want you to talk to me more, okay?" Harry nodded, "Okay, thank you, Louis," Harry got back up on the bed and covered himself with the blanket. "Good night Harry," Harry smiled softly, "Good night,"
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Author's Note: Okay I hope you like this one-shot, I'm definitly going to make a part two to this one, maybe a full book but IDK. Don't forget to comment and vote if you want to -S💙💚
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