Like A Dream

Chapter 26

"I'm so hungry," Luke moaned as the bell finally rang, signaling that it was now lunchtime.

"You're always hungry," Nick teased as they gathered up their stuff. "Isn't that right, Hazza?"

Harry laughed but didn't say anything else in response. He was feeling a bit lightheaded, which was odd. He didn't feel ill or anything close to that. Maybe he was just hungry.

"You okay?" Luke checked. "You're a bit quiet."

"'M fine." Harry smiled. He nibbled on his bottom lip, dimpling, sitting at his desk as he kicked his feet back and forth, making no move to get out of his seat.

"Uh, Harry," Nick said, "as cute as you look sitting there kicking your feet, I'm hungry. Let's go, yeah? What's holding you up?"

Harry just shrugged. He fumbled to pick up his pencils, succeeding eventually and putting his pencil case in his bag. He stood up, wincing at the feeling of the boot. It didn't hurt too much, it just felt odd.

"I don't wanna carry this," Harry whined, pouting. His bag was far too heavy, and it hurt his back.

"Too bad," Luke laughed. "Suck it up. We've all got heavy bags, Hazza."

"Mean," Harry muttered to himself. He glanced around, noticing that they were the last ones in the classroom.

It seemed like Luke and Nick ignored his comment, as they had already begun walking ahead of him. He didn't mean to hold them back for so long, honestly he didn't, but he didn't feel like keeping up with them. Everybody else was moving too fast for him.

"Hazza," Nick called behind him impatiently, "why're you moving so slow?"

"Dunno," Harry answered with a shrug, then stopped in his tracks. He looked down at his leg and noticed the boot he was wearing, making him furrow his eyebrows. What? "Where'd this come from?" he asked, looking at his friends nervously.

Luke and Nick shared confused looks.

"Guyssss," Harry whined. His head was starting to feel extremely fuzzy, and he quickly decided all he wanted was to go home. He didn't even want to go to lunch anymore; he just wanted Liam and the rest of his Doms. "Answer me!" He stomped his foot.

"Harry, it's a boot," Nick said slowly. "You broke your leg. Don't you remember?"

The sub shook his head, curls bouncing as he did so. He looked at his friends and stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. "No. You're mean."

Harry's friends knew the boy was little sometimes, of course, and they definitely figured now was one of those times. So, they did the only right thing they could and brought him to Liam.

"We're gonna go see your daddy, alright?" Luke said, grabbing Harry's hand gently and briskly walking him along.

Harry broke into a smile. He liked that idea. Yes, he definitely needed Daddy. He stumbled a little and he pouted. "Too fast, Lukey!" he whined.

"Sorry," Luke apologized, slowing down.

"Yeah, Lukey, too fast," Nick laughed. He loved when Harry was little; he became far too cute.

Harry bit his lip. Was Nick making fun of him? Only meanies laughed! Did that mean Nick was a meanie? His bottom lip wobbled and he whimpered, "Nicky mean."

Nick seemed to realize his mistake. His jaw dropped and he said, "Oh, no, Hazza! I wasn't making fun of you, babe, I promise!"

"Pwomise?" Harry's eyes were teary.

"Of course!" Nick pinky-promised him, laughing, "Why would I make fun of you?"

"Dunno." Harry shrugged and grinned up at him. "We go see Daddy?"