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forty one - a little cure

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trigger warning: age regression (I'm doing this to give light to those who have it. It won't be like other storied where the little calls the other names such as "daddy". It will still be a normal relationship. If you're comfortable you could leave (please don't) ).

Track:
Set me free - Joshua Bassett

Just like onions, you could add or peel layer by layer but a little kid will always lay underneath - unknown

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They arrived at the Style's home a few minutes later. It was very obvious the awkwardness between all of them.

Louis was staring outside the window in pure vastness while holding Harry's hands. He felt so vulnerable and helpless. Useless, more like. He felt so naked and exposed to his weakness.

Zayn was guilty as he could be. He keeps looking at Louis over his shoulder. He don't know how he exactly feels but he is sorry for making it seem like he had somewhat a hold over Louis.

Harry was in his own headspace. Dreaming of life when he was a kid. He liked it there. Even gave a name to it, "Neverland". It was the time when he was just 2 or 4, when he was with Louis. He will always be happy as long as he is with Louis. He had nothing to worry about, nothing to be scared about. Everything he want to be. Until Louis left and he started doubting himself. His worth.

As soon as the van stopped, Louis scooped Harry up the chair and walked out the van. Anne was watering her garden when he saw Louis go down the van, carrying his son. She dropped the hose and gaped as she saw the tears in Louis' eyes, indicating that something very very bad happened.

She took a step towards her son when she felt a hand grab his arm.

"Mum, don't" Gemma replied. Anne turned around and hugged her daughter while she cried.

Louis fumbled with the doorknob before finally twisting it open. He ran up the stairs and into their room. He placed Harry down softly before walking to the door to close it. He slid down the the hard surface and cried out. Everything he was bottling up inside, out, through his tears. He might be over-reacting but that look on Harry's face is tattooed on his brain. He looked so scared and so broken. So... pained.

Louis punched the floor at the thought of someone hurting Harry? HIS Harry. HIS baby.

The blue-eyed boy had though of one hundred and one ways on how to kill Byron. How he could hurt him in ways that he hurt Harry. Even thought of hiring an hitman for the poor bastard.

His brain is jumbled up with all the negative thoughts. From sadness, to pain, to anger, to disgust, to fear, possibilities, sorrow, guilt, confusion and -

"Lou-lou?" a voice cut him of his thoughts. He looked up and saw Harry rubbing his eyes with his hair all chiseled up. He almost cooed at the sight but confusion hit him first.

Louis stood up from his position while wiping his tears with his hands then on his jeans, "You haven't called me that since we were, 4". He dipped down the bed, next to the younger boy who immediately cuddled next to him and began sucking his thumb. An action confusing Louis a lot.

"Why is Lou-lou sad?" Harry asked, receiving a chuckle and a confuse look on Louis' face,

"I'm not sad, love, I'm just... confused and... overwhelmed" Louis replied,

"Is thwere an'thing me cwan do to mwake Lou-lou happy?" Harry sat up on his heels while placing his hands on his lap. Louis sat up looking at Harry with a puzzled look plastered on his face.