Larry Oneshots

The Walls Are Caving In

Summary: Bullies think it's funny to pick on Louis, who has a severe case of claustrophobia. Harry is his best friend who finds and helps him.

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Everybody knew that Louis had a problem with small spaces. After all, the usual bullies who shoved him in closets and lockers and classrooms, had spread around how he was some freak for screaming his head off and making himself pass out.

But, still, no one seemed to get the memo, as they just continued to push him around. Just as they were right now.

"Aw, look at him crying!" Daniel, one of the boys on the football team, taunted, pointing at the boys tear stained face. "What a baby!"

"No, no, please! Don't to do this! Please!" Louis cried, sobbing as guys pulled him back, shoving him into a locker. He tried to push them away as they backed off, but hands remained on his chest and stomach, keeping him shoved in the small space on the locker.

He could feel anxiety bubbling all over, his fear skyrocketing as he pleaded with the cruel boys to let him go, though he knew they wouldn't.

Louis knew it was a mistake to stay even a few minutes late after school. He'd left his phone in his locker and thought he'd might, just maybe, miss the boys on the football team if he were to run in and grab it. But with no luck, they took the first chance they got.

"It's not funny! Please!" Louis choked, "No! No!" He screamed, hitting violently against the locker door as it was slammed shut. They all just laughed at him. "Let me out! Please!"

"Got to get to practice, lad. See you later, though." Daniel called over his shoulder as him and his boys moved toward and out the door.

Louis started bawling, hitting at the metal and screaming, hoping for someone to hear him.

"No, no. Please, please.. please.." He whimpered to himself, his chest becoming tight. His slaps turned weak as the suffocation melted in and he started gasping for breath.

All of the breathing exercises that his best friend had researched and gone through with him, all went to shit. It all happened too fast for him and it was all settling in before he could even process any of it.

Louis felt his hands start to shake uncontrollably, and along with it, he immediately felt the uncomfortable heat swarm his body, leaving him lightheaded and dizzy.

His feet became unstable on the metal flooring of his locker and his arms reached out to his sides, trying to push the wall further out and away from him. 

But it wasn't working.

They just moved in on him. Closer and closer until he was truly suffocating. 

Please.

"Lou? Louis?!"

Harry.

His gasps turned to wheezes and the familiar black spots started to fill his vision.

He couldn't feel his body, but he managed to hit his head against the metal.

Harry rushed up to Louis's own locker where he heard the banging. "Lou? Hey, hey, hey, I'm right here. I'm right here, love." He spoke, his heart pulsing in his ears as he feared for his best friend. His hands shook as he tried the combination he knew from memory. "I need you to breathe, baby. With me. In... and out."

Louis forced his eyes to shut, only focusing on Harry's voice. Then he was able to start breathing in short gasps. 

"There we go, Lou. You got it, keeping going. In... and out." Harry talked the boy through, finally dialing the correct numbers. The lock clicked open and he practically ripped it off, carefully tugging the metal door open and catching the boy who fell out. "I'm right here. I got you. Shh... breathe."

Louis clutched desperately onto Harry. His stinging eyes wildly searching the area around them, realizing he was no longer trapped. Well, too confined, anyways.

Harry nodded to himself, already knowing what the boy needed. "Yeah, yeah okay." He picked up and carried most of the boys weight out towards the student parking lot. It was then Louis felt he could really breathe again.

Harry just held the boy against his chest, permitting him to see the sky and feel his heartbeat. His breaths stayed loud enough so Louis could hear them and let them guide his own breathing patterns. 

After a few minutes, Louis's breathing became steady. He peered up at his curly-haired best friend. "Thank you, Haz." He sniffled.

Harry just smiled, kissing the boys forehead. "Let's get you home."

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Short and sweet :)

I started the little holiday oneshot, it's super cute. I don't know when I'll finish and post it, but there's that. 

I hope you all had an amazing holiday!

Until next time, Larry Lovers..

Byee

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