As soon as Louis opened his eyes he knew something was wrong. Something just felt different and he had a weird feeling in his stomach. He slowly let his eyes fall open, blinking to get used to the bright light glowing through the windows. Of course he forgot to close the curtains in the evening.
He let his gaze wander to his clock, digging when he saw that it was not even 7 am.
He closed his eyes again, not wanting to get up yet and turned around to find his boyfriend and cuddle him close to his chest.
That was, when Louis realised what had him feeling so wrong. His hands searched for his boyfriend but where met with empty, cold sheets. He opened his eyes again, frowning when he saw that, indeed Harry wasn't laying next to him, sleeping peacefully with his curls all splattered over the pillow.
Louis would often make Harry put his hair in some kind of bun or help him braid it so it wouldn't be in his mouth when spooning him from behind.
He leaned up on his arm, blinking at the empty spot next to him before letting his gaze wander around the room, just to find it empty. It wouldn't normally worry Louis but his boyfriend normally never woke up before 8:30 am at least and even if, he would cuddle close to him and wait until Louis woke up. So it was quite strange that Harry wasn't laying beside him right now and had Louis slightly worrying.
He waited a few more moments, trying to listen if Harry had maybe just gone to the bathroom. "Haz?" He called, his voice still raspy and dry from the night. He cleared his throat and propped himself up in bed.
After not hearing anything he pulled the shears away and got up, throwing on some joggers and a jumper in his way out of the room. He noticed it was Harry's jumper, when he got a sniff his boyfriends smell, smiling to himself he opened the bedroom door.
He first opened the bathroom door, finding it empty and proceeded to check every room of their spacey flat. The living room and the kitchen, Louis office or the guest room were all empty. He knew that Harry hadn't left the flat, his shoes were still standing where he put them last night and his keys were hanging from their key holder. Leaving Louis to one room left in the flat that he hadn't looked at yet.
As soon as the realisation hit him, that it was the room, Louis basically ran through the flat to get to it. He burst into the room, coming to a quick halt to take in the sight in front of him.
Harry was laying on the cold floor, even though there was a carpet right next to him and Louis quickly realised he was crying. Small sniffles and whimpers coming from his boyfriend.
"Baby?" He asked with a soft voice, making Harry look up at him. He knew it could only mean one thing that Harry was in their spare room that was equipped with toys and stuffed animals, as well as a bed that had railings to it. The whole room was painted in a soft blue and green, the pastel colours chosen by Harry to soothe him and remind him of him and his boyfriend. Louis let him design the whole room, since Harry should be the one to feel comfortable and calm in here.
Louis presumption that Harry has regressed was confirmed, when he blinked up at Louis and started to cry even more. Letting out a Daddy through his sobs and making grabby hands at him.
Louis approached him and knelt down to him, knowing he had to be gentle and careful when Harry still hadn't regressed fully to not startled him.
"Hey baby. What's going on, hmm?" He asked and stroke Harry's curls, the bun he was wearing over night not existing anymore. He startled to untangle his hair, while Harry pressed his face into Louis stomach, clinging onto him like a lifeline. He shushed him quietly until he saw what had Harry so worked up. His Pyjama pants were completely soaked from wetting himself and Louis scolded himself for not seeing it immediately.
