Larry Oneshots

Overwhelmed

Word Count: 3712
A/N: I don't know what the hell this is
Mini one shots within one story.

Harry gets overwhelmed very easily. Even when he was little and he got overwhelmed, he needed something to anchor him so he could calm down. However, there was nothing that truly seemed to work.

When Harry was 16 he met Louis Tomlinson, who was 18. They fell in love immediately, even if they failed to acknowledge it at first. From the minute they met they were attached to each other, rarely apart. Harry, however, didn't tell him, or the other boys, about how overwhelmed he could get when his anxiety spiked. That was for him to know and Louis to, unfortunately, find out.

The First One:

HARRY POV
I woke up this morning with an uneasy feeling in my stomach. My anxiety started acting up because of it, so I was fidgety and nervous before my day had even started. I walked into the main area where all the boys were, eyes nervously scanning the room while I absentmindedly pulled at the bottom of my shirt. I just kinda stood there, unsure of what to do, when I heard someone say my name.

"Haz?"

My eyes searched for the source of the sound.

Louis.

Green locked on blue, blue being sat on the couch.

I realized I still hadn't responded to Louis when he called my name, but couldn't find it in me to try.

"Harry?"

Louis again.

Still, for some reason I couldn't move or speak. I just kept fidgeting, my eyes locked on Lou, but this time I noticed they were burning as if I were about to cry. Which was inevitable at this point.

"Harry, are you okay?"

Once again, Louis.

I felt the tears begin to slip out and Louis jumped up off the couch and dashed over to me. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me to his chest. One hand held me to him tightly while the other carded through my curls. I pressed my face into his neck, inhaling deeply. His familiar scent filled my nose and I immediately began to calm down.

That's weird. I thought to myself.

Nothing has ever calmed me down that fast before. I lift my face from Louis' neck and bring my lips to his ear, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Course, Hazza."

He unwraps his arms from around me and grabs my hand, leading me to the room with our bunks in it. I take a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

"Lou, I- I'm not. Something's not right in my head." I start, a frown forming on my face.

"What do you mean, H? You're perfect, lovely."

"No I'm not, Louis. Look, it's been happening since I was a kid. I always got overwhelmed and couldn't do anything about it. Nothing could calm me down, or anchor me, as the doctors explained it. My mum tried everything, she even tried medicating me and nothing worked. As I got older, more kids found out and they started teasing me for it. You always knew when I was off because I got this vacant look in my eyes and I would fidget a lot. As I got older, the teasing got worse, and as the teasing got worse I developed really bad anxiety. So um yeah that's- I'm fucked up."

I was starting to cry again so I buried my head in my hands. Louis stays quiet.

"It's okay if you hate me. You don't have to talk to me ever again. I-I'll leave the b-band a-a-and you all will do g-great w-w-wi-" I let out a large sob.