Their Little

14

Narrator's POV:

"I don't care about that Alex, I give you a task I expect it to be done." Harry yells into his phone at one of his men.

He's standing outside the hospital room as his brother plays with Louis inside. It's the next day and they got the tests back this morning, everything seemed to be good with Louis so they are just waiting for the clear from Dr. Smith to allow them to go home.

But now that they are sure that the issue was that Louis is struggling with some kind of PTSD, the twins are completely determined to figure out what in the hell happened to Lou in the past.

The twins handle their stress differently, Edward is able to control his and keep it at low levels but Harry is quite the opposite. Once he gets stressed he fires off at practically every person in sight.

Which has now led us to Harry screaming at one of his good friends who he has assigned to run more information on Louis past.

They have had their men look into their baby's past before but then most of the leads ran dry and the twins figured that there wasn't anything they could do so they gave up worrying about it but now, now they are determined to figure this out and they are livid with themselves for not following through days ago.

"Sir, we have done all we can. It seems as if almost all of the information on his younger self is just non-existent." Alex, one of Harry's men's, voice sounds through the phone into Harry's ear.

"Well I'm just going to need you to work harder than that. Anything that could remotely involve or could have involved him in the past, I want to know about. And you do not want to piss me off right now, trust me." Harry booms before hanging up the phone and shoving it back into his pocket.

He's pissed, not exactly at the incompetent person who he was just speaking with but just the situation in general. He can't cope with the idea of his baby being abused so it's really just coming out in fits of rage. Times like this he is thankful to have Edward who can actually control his anger, and someone who can take care of Louis while he calms down.

Harry signs, really just feeling terribly for his boy. It worries him that Louis is keeping all of this bottled up. He clearly has PTSD and he won't even let the twins help him. And having to watch your little in pain and not be able to do anything about it is probably one of the most difficult things a career can have to endure.

He decides to take a few moments to contain himself before going back into the room, knowing that if he goes back in there now while in his current state he could possibly frighten Louis and that is the the absolute last thing he wants to happen.

But once he feels at peace enough he heads back in.

"Daddy!" He hears the sweet voice of his baby call out once he steps back into the room.

Louis is sat in Edward's lap, playing with a little toy car as Ed runs his fingers through the little one's hair. Lou reaches his arms up excitedly once he sees his daddy who he hasn't seen in a few minutes.

Harry is quick to bend down and pick him up out of his brothers arms. Spinning him around a few times before placing him on his hip, the boy giggles adorably as he snuggles into Harry's chest.

"You're just my sweet boy aren't you?" Harry breaths out, feeling his stress vanish rapidly in the present of his baby.

Louis just blushes and holds onto Harry tightly.

"Hey babe." Edward greats his brother, getting up out of the bed.

"Hi Ed, thanks for taking care of him while I made the call." Harry says, leaning into his brother a tiny bit as a greeting.