devotion ➶ larry

five

Happy birthday to my son Louis Tomlinson

Can't believe he's 5 years old now :')

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"Fucking worthless." The man spit at Louis kicking him in the stomach. The small boy whimpered, clutching his side as he cowered away.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't m-mean to do it, sir." Louis stuttered, tears running down his cheeks.

"You're an animal. You're not human. You don't matter to this world. But you know that don't you?" When Louis didn't answer the man gripped a handful of Louis' hair, pulling his head up. Louis cried out and reached up to defend himself.

"Answer me!"

"Yes sir! I-I'm worthless! I-I don't matter!" Louis cries and the man pushes him to the ground again. He raises his fists and--

Louis wakes with a gasp. He jolts in the bed and clutches at the covers. The room is dark and he faintly wonders where he is until he remembers.

Harry.

He feels around for the end of the bed and falls to the floor with a yelp. He stands up quickly, his tail flicking curiously as he tried to find his way out of the room.

He finds himself in a dark hallway and he shakes with fear. His eyes quickly adjust and he walks down the hallway quickly.

He enters the living room and instantly spots Harry lying on the couch, a pillow tucked under his head and a black fuzzy blanket over him.

Louis walks over to him and thinks about what to do. He taps Harry's arm slowly and the man doesn't stir.

"S-Sir?" Louis stutters, tapping him again. This time Harry's eyes open slowly. The man yawns and rubs at his eyes.

"Hmm?" He hums and looks at Louis tiredly.

"I--" he didn't know what to say. He's sixteen years old and he's having nightmares?

Harry sits up, looking at Louis worriedly.

"What's wrong, lovely?" Harry asks, his voice languid and rough with sleep.

"I had...I had a nightmare. I can't sleep. I'm sorry, sir. I can go back to the room if you want." Harry holds up a hand and shakes his head.

"We all have bad dreams. What do you need, darling?" Harry asks and Louis' heart stutters at the pet names.

"I just--I...can you sleep with me? I'm--I'm scared." Louis admits, his tail curling around his body. He expects Harry to laugh and tell him to go to sleep. Or to kick him out. Instead, the man stands up and puts a reassuring hand on the dip of Louis' back.

"Yeah, sure, kitten. Come on." Louis beams and skips with Harry trailing behind him. Louis jumps onto the bed, his tail swaying excitedly.

"Thank you, sir. You're so nice." Louis squeaks and Harry smiles softly.

"I already told you to call me Harry, babe." The man says and Louis blushes and curses himself mentally.

"I'm sorry Harry." He whispers and the man only nods, slipping under the covers along with Louis.

"Let's get some sleep. I have work tomorrow." Harry mumbles. He faces away from Louis and the small boy tries to fall asleep.

After several minutes of failure he turns to Harry who was now on his back, sound asleep.

He shuffles closer to him until he's basically on top of him. He hums in content and cuddles into Harry's chest.

Harry subconsciously wraps his arms around Louis. And for the first time in years, Louis falls asleep without any fear of what he'll have to face tomorrow.

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When Harry wakes up he finds himself tangled with Louis. His arms are around his waist, holding him tightly.

He scowls at himself and slips out of the boys grasp slowly. He pats himself mentally when the boy doesn't wake up and checks the time.

He isn't due for work for another two hours. He slips out of the bedroom and makes his way to the kitchen. He pulls out his phone and dials Liam's number.

He answers after the third ring.

"Why the fuck are you calling me at six in the fucking morning?" Liam asks.

"Well good morning, sunshine." Harry answers.

"Yeah yeah. What do you want? Is it about the hybrid kid?"

"Yeah. I don't know what to do with him."

"I told you last night. Give him to the police station. They'll know what to do with him." Harry sighs and makes himself a cup of coffee.

"What if they do something bad to him? You know how the world is. And plus, this boy has been through something. He was apologizing for crying last night. He was fucking shot Liam. I don't know." Harry mutters and he could hear the boy sigh on the other line.

"Well. Do whatever you want. I just do research on hybrids. I don't know any personally." Liam says and before Harry can reply he has hung up on him.

Harry rolls his eyes and continues to fix his coffee. When he's done he sits on one of the stools for his kitchen island and scrolls through his phone.

About thirty minutes passed when he heard it. His morning alarm clock went off in the bedroom and then screaming.

It startled him so much that he spilled some coffee on his bare chest. He hissed but ran to the bedroom nonetheless. He found Louis cowered in the corner of the room, his knees drawn up to his chest as he yelled.

"M-Make it stop!" He cried as the alarm kept blaring. Harry shut the clock off and looks back at Louis who was still in the corner.

"What's wrong, kitten?" Harry asks and Louis shakes his head, his hands pushed out in front of him as if he was trying to protect himself.

"P-Please d-d-don't hurt me! I-I d-don't know w-what I did wrong!" He shrieks and Harry falls to his knees, his hands open in a welcoming manner.

"Hey, lovely. It's alright. No ones gonna hurt you. It's just me." Harry says and Louis cries before flinging himself at Harry, wrapping his arms around him.

"I-I don't wanna g-get hurt." Louis sobs and Harry rubs his back softly.

"I got you. I won't let no one hurt you, kitten."