Sugar & Kisses || Larry ||

Soundcheck - 18

I finally remembered I was supposed to update lol, sorry guys, got a few weeks in the psych ward soon but I will see if I can update again soon ;o 

Leave a comment if u guys have any add-ons or something you don't like :o I wanna make it so yall can read it and enjoy it :D

When Louis wakes up he feels bigger, like his mind is fitting to his body, in a way. He doesn't really understand this headspace. And while he feels smaller than when in a big headspace, he doesn't feel as small as he usually is.

He keeps trying to feel it out, hoping to kind of get down into his body again, so he can feel himself. It isn't working very well. Harry is still clinging to the boy, and the two are cuddling up tightly to each other. So when Louis starts moving his little feet and hands, trying to feel his body, it wakes Harry up.

He didn't mean to wake Harry up, but he smiles when he sees Harry's big green eyes and a tired smile. The way he feels when he sees Harry's face being awake is too much, he smiles too much! Louis can't help the giggle that escapes his lips, his daddy looks so pretty when he is sleepy!

"Pretty eyes," Louis mumbles, his hand going up to poke his eye, but Harry catches his hand just before it pokes him.

"Ah-ah Louis, don't poke daddy," Harry says, imitating a big kiss on his fingers, still holding his hand in his. The kiss makes Louis giggle again, he feels so giddy right now, this is probably one of the best ways to wake up from a night of sleep. His feelings are bubbling in his stomach, almost like it's tickling him from the inside. Feelings like these made his brain stumped, he never really knew how to react to them. Good feelings and feelings of being taken care of have been absent for a while. Well, until he joined the band, in the band he got a lot of affection, but it never seemed like it was the right kind.

He always felt like it was a forced love that was pushed on to him. The love from the fans wasn't even real love, they didn't know him, they didn't understand what he was going through and what he needed. They saw the facade he put up, and they loved that, not him.

Louis whines, he wants to not think of all these big feelings, it is like his brain is pushing a narrative that everyone hates him, onto him. Like he doesn't deserve the good things, such as Harry cuddling him and taking care of him.

However, his mind is also feeling very regressed, it feels very underwater. So he doesn't actually know what he means if he means that people hate him because when he thinks of it, it is almost like it's incoherent. Like someone is squishing their face while saying it.

He goes to sit up slightly so he can lay on top of Harry, but as he does he can feel spew rise in his throat, and he tries to alert his daddy, patting his chest with his hand fast. Hoping that Harry can understand, but when he only looks confused at the boy, Louis brings his hand up to cover his mouth, hoping that the vomit wouldn't rise too much and get all over the soft bed.

Harry understands immediately and quickly gathers up the bucket that's on the floor beside the bunk, and puts it under Louis' mouth, ready to catch any vomit that will rise from the boy's mouth.

Louis lets out a sob, he can feel the itching vomit filling his mouth, and he really does not like the taste! It hurts his mouth and it tastes oh so bad.

"I know, bub, I know, let it all out," Harry says, trying to sit up a bit more so he can rub the boy's back. It was a bit hard to hold the boy up when they were both half-laying down. So he did the best he could to get them both sitting up, even in this very small bunk they shared.

Louis throws up and cries a whole lot, for what feels like hours, but in actuality, it only lasts a few minutes. And then he seems fine, his stomach isn't hurting, he doesn't feel nauseous, and he feels okay. He just feels a little light-headed.