Little Harry Styles

51 - Uncle Harry

Harry is dropped off at his special ed class and is instantly running up to his best friend who had gotten there a few moments before him. He didn't even bother saying goodbye to his mother, leaving her to hang his coat and backpack as he's itching to tell Louis the great news. 

Harry was fifteen, well, physiologically he was fifteen, but his mental age was a lot different. At first it was thought it was autism, but after a lot of doctors and therapy visits, it was found out that it wasn't exactly all that was to it, though doctors had never really given Anne a clear answer with the diagnosis. 

"Lou!" Harry squealed, making his best friend jump and cower away not liking the loud noise from the boy. "I've gots to tell you something!" Louis only looked at the boy, not matching his enthusiasm, making Harry frown a bit, but the smile soon returned when he thought about the news he was about to tell him. 

"Gemma is coming to stay this weekend! She has a new baby, and mummy said that means I'm an uncle!" The boy squealed, though Louis didn't show any reaction. "Means we get to play lots together, but mummy said he'd need to get a little bigger before we can play." He explained, looking at Louis to see if he was going to say anything, frowning when Louis seemed to be too busy colouring. 

Louis had had a bit of a rough start to his day, only waking up a tad behind schedule, making the whole household rush through the morning routine, causing a bit of a chaos in the house, which really set his mood for the day. Harry was used to it though, and it didn't faze him when Louis got like this. He had known him since they were about eight and were put in the same special ed class. 

"M' a bit nervous though. What if he doesn't like me or doesn't want to play with me. Mummy said he's so little, like my dollies, and he can't sit up or walk or talk or do anything. Isn't that weird Lou?" 

"Hmm." Was Louis' only response as he set down his red pencil and Harry was already handing him the green one because it was the same every morning. 

"Alright class." The teacher spoke softly, successfully gaining most of the students' attention. "Good morning class. I hope you had a good week." She smiled, glancing around the room to get a quick headcount to make sure everyone that had been signed in were there. "Today is Friday, last day of the week. Isn't that exciting!" She quickly wrote the word 'Friday' on the whiteboard, "Can anyone tell me what day comes after Friday?" 

Through their first lesson they worked on their writing skill, before moving onto communication skills. Harry didn't pay much attention, far too excited to be picked up because Gemma would be there when he would return home. He got a little telling off from the teacher when he hadn't been paying attention, making the boy gulp because he had promised his mummy to be on his best behaviour today. 

Next was math. Harry was rubbish at it, but he liked to think he was pretty good at, even if he was only copying everything Louis wrote down on his work sheet. They weren't exactly doing the same level math, as Louis was slightly better than Harry at it, so they didn't even have the same work sheet, but Harry was happy to think he had managed to finish his. 

"M-miss?" Harry called, "Think I need to go potty." 

"Good job, Harry." The teacher praised, offering her hand for him to take to lead him to the small bathroom that was inside the classroom. Though it was soon found out that in Harry's mind 'I think I need to go' really means 'I already went' but the teacher just smiled, disposing the used pull-up before finding Harry's bag for a new one. 

"Is my Mummy gonna be here soon?" Harry asked curiously as the teacher helped him pull his trousers back up. "M' wanna go home." 

"Just one hour." The woman assured, "Let's wash those icky fingers." She gently pulled the boy's fingers out of his mouth, a bad habit he did when he was getting tired.