Louis stared at the scene unfolding in front of him with wide eyes. He somehow got his senses back and quickly jumped forward to catch Harry's hands in his and stop him but Harry was much stronger than he is.
"Mommy!" Harry screamed out and covered his sensitive ears again as he rocked himself in a faster pace.
Meanwhile, Anne was sitting in Harry's room, crying. She knew that Harry's gonna have a meltdown. Thoughts like how he's holding up without her there or without anything to protect his head came rushing to her head. Louis probably doesn't know how to deal with it. How the poor boy would know it when Anne herself still didn't know it yet.
She kept on crying until she heard the sound of Harry's voice calling her along with the sound of footsteps upstairs.
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"Harry! Harry! Stop! Oh, god stop, you are hurting yourself. Please, stop." Louis was a crying mess. He considered running out of the room but the way Harry was harshly scratching and hitting his own head stopped him.
Louis got a hold of Harry's hands again and pinned his hands to the bed.
"Look at me. Sh... Look at me, Harry." He tried but Harry got his hands out of Louis' hold with a scream and ran to the door within a snap of fingers.
"Harry!" Louis yelled after his husband but Harry kept running and running. Louis followed him, hot on his tail and Harry finally stopped near the stairs because he's afraid to go down them. He sat on the floor at the top of the stairs and let out a scream while tapping his ears. He again started hitting his head while rocking back and forth.
Louis rushed to the taller boy's side and stared at him as the stressed tears that left his wide eyes ran down his cheeks because he doesn't really know what to do.
After few seconds of stressfully watching Harry, he finally made a decision of running down the stairs and look for help because this is not something considered normal from what he has heard about normal.
"Help! Help! God, someone help him!" He yelled out as he ran to the second floor taking two steps at a time. From one of the many doors there, out came Anne.
"Anne, please, help!" Louis swallowed the lump in his throat before continuing. "Harry-" Louis didn't have space to continue his speech any further before Anne started running up the stairs.
She found her son rocking back and forth at the top of the stairs while tugging on his own hair.
"Sh... It's alright." She whispered more to herself and tried to stop him from hitting his own head but it didn't work so, she ran down the stairs again to get his helmet and gloves.
Louis watched all of this with scared eyes which were also filled with tears as more ran down his rosy cheeks.
Anne finally put the helmet and gloves on Harry after much struggle and watched as he tired himself out.
"Wh-what's going on?" Louis asked hesitantly looking at Anne. "What's happening to him?"
Anne stayed silent, not knowing what to say. Louis continued to speak.
"Is this even Harry, Anne? Or did y'all lie to me? Oh my god, this is not my Harry!" Louis screamed out not caring if he'll scare poor Harry off.
He supported himself by leaning against the wall so he wouldn't faint and his head from the shock he's handling right now. He slid down the wall until he's sitting on the floor with his legs up to his chest. He buried his face in his palms as he sobbed.
"You all lied to me!" He yelled out again and pointed an accusing finger at Anne.
"Louis, pl-please, calm down." Anne's voice was breaking as tears started filling her eyes, blurring her vision.
"You did this to me and now you tell me to calm down?!" Louis asked with a hit of humor in his voice. "I knew that there was something up about this. I knew that but I was too blind in love to see that. How could you do this to me? How could he do this to me?" Louis bawled his eyes out before directly looking at Anne's eyes.
"Where's Harry now, huh?" He asked through gritted teeth making Anne scared that the smaller boy would lash himself out at Anne anytime.
"Th-this is Harry, Louis. This i-is H-Harry." Anne was close to sobbing. "If you calmed down we can talk about what's going on. So, please calm down, please." Anne begged.
"I'm the unluckiest person in the whole wide world. Is there anyone else who spent their honeymoon like this? Is there Anne? I had millions of dreams!" Louis sobbed into his palms.
"I-I'm sorry, Louis. I-I'm really sorry." Anne sat down on the floor next to Louis.
"I do not forgive you! I will never ever forgive you. Never, ever!" Louis spat out. Anne let out a tiny gasp and finally let herself to go into hysterics.
The only things that filled the thick air around them were the cries of two of them and angered growls coming from Harry. It was like that for good ten minutes.
Louis cried for his broken heart. He cried for his crushed dreams. He cried for his shattered trust on his husband. Everything he ever dreamt about a family with Harry will not come to him now. Never, ever. The trust he had on his husband is shattered into pieces like it was made of world's most fragile glass.
Where's the person that promised a life with him? Where's the person who said that he loves him under the light of million stars? Where's that love he felt for his husband? Louis felt like his life was hopeless at that point.
Meanwhile, Anne cried for every moment that her life got messed up since he got married to the rude businessman, Desmond Styles. She cried for every moment Desmond said that Harry is autistic because of her fault. She cried for every time Desmond called his own son a mistake. She cried for every time Harry cried just to simply go out of his room. She cried for every time she dealt alone with Harry's meltdowns. She cried for every day that she was here with Desmond. She never was happy. She probably never will be.
Anne finally broke the silence with her voice.
"He was diagnosed with autism when he was just 14 months old. He has always been like this all his life. Autism is not a sickness to go away with the time. It's a disorder which affects everything in his life until he dies." Anne let out a deep sigh before continuing.
"I always dealt with this all alone as everyone else, even my own husband said that it was my fault that Harry is autistic. He has been called a mistake by his own dad many times even though Harry didn't know what his dad was talking about." Anne wiped a tear from her cheek and let out a shuddered sigh.
Louis was staring at Anne, still crying. Here he thought he's the unluckiest person in the world but there is someone who's unluckier than him.
"No one knew about him except a handful of people. He was hidden inside of his room all twenty two years of his life." Anne looked at Harry who was just whimpering by then. "He's still a kid at heart, Louis."
Anne finally looked at Louis and found him already staring at her with tear filled eyes.
"W-why? Why did you make me marry him?" Louis asked.
"It never was my idea Louis. I'm basically a puppet in this house. Desmond has a belief that everyone should marry, including Harry. He's kinda in denial of believing that Harry is autistic. He refuses to believe that Harry can't live a family life." Anne let out a deep sigh and silence dominated the thick air between them but Harry's low hums were still there.
"Who was he?" Louis asked searching for answers and Anne definitely knew who Louis is talking about.
"I can't tell you that, Louis. Des will not hesitate to skin me alive if these dark secrets of him are out. I already told you too much." Anne sent the smaller boy a sympathetic smile and Louis nodded understanding where she's coming from.
"Are you going to leave my baby, Louis?" Anne looked straight into Louis' eyes. Louis let out a sigh before speaking.
"I cannot leave now, Anne. I'm basically stuck here with him." Louis admitted.
"I know what he did with that contract. You can call it off and get divorce if you want before it's too late. Everything is okay. I can deal with everything like I used to do for years." Anne wrapped an arm around Louis' middle.
"My dad needs the money, Anne. I want him to be happy for once in his life." Louis whispered and placed his head on Anne's shoulder.
"But your happiness?" Anne whispered back.
Louis looked Harry, who was not just clenching and unclenching his glove covered palms as he hummed lowly, before answering Anne's question.
"I'll find it here."
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A/N - Thoughts?
-Ash