Fixing you |~| louis Tomlinson

Slowly

For the past hour, Louis has been screaming his head off about not being a baby. The boys by this point have given up on trying to speak and forced him into the crib on the other side of the living room and started watching tv. He has to give up sometime. Right ??

"Let me the fuck out.." he croaks as he hits the bars weakly.

Liam's point of view
"Darling how about you take a nap ? 4 hours of screaming must have given you a headache by now." I soothe.

"Sure has give me one." Niall mutters.

"Zayn go make him a drink of warm milk, so he can nap." I emphasise so he knows what I mean.

From the start, all of us knew this wasn't going to be easy so we went to the doctors for some suggestions on how to get him to slip comfortably into his headspace. He gave us some tips we haven't used yet and also gave us a whole load of pills which are temporary and have no lasting harm. The way to get him to nap right now would be to crush a sleeping pill in his milk. If he even takes the milk, he's a determined lad and won't crack easily.

All he needs to know, is that we can match his character and this is what is best for him and I am not giving up on him. We have all come too far to watch each other struggle like we have with Louis for the past few months.

"What are we doing for dinner ?" Niall asks me.

"Well, Lou is going to come over to try and persuade Louis to give this full thing a go. According to a website I read, he will most probably slip into a headspace quicker with a female because of the security they have to offer which men don't." I say looking sadly at Louis who is fisting his eyes furiously.

"Someone tired." Harry teases.

"Shut up." Louis glares at him.

Louis' point of view
Why the hell are they doing this to me ? I have a bad attitude wow, no need to use this as a punishment. My throat is extremely sore and I have a pounding headache. Both of which do not make a good mix when you are trying to prove a point.

"Here we go." Zayn says throwing a baby bottle over to Liam.

He can fuck right off if he thinks I am going to drink from that. Why have  they all ganged up on me to put me through this emotional trauma. Do none of them feel the slightest bit guilty ?

"Now Lou, you either drink this or I promise you that crib will be your best friend because you will not be coming out of it until the full bottle is empty understand ?" Liam says firmly.

"Guess I won't be coming out then." I sigh.

"You can, as soon as the bottle is empty. It's not that hard, stop acting so childish." Harry groans, throwing a cushion off the sofa and straight at me, hitting me in the head and knocking me back making me hit my head off the bars.

The pain that hit me mixed with the tiredness makes me burst out in tears not caring if the boys mock me.

"What the fuck Harry! There was no need in throwing a cushion at him, you are going to have to get used to these tantrums!" Zany nags at him like I am not here.

"Just get me out please.." I whimper while clutching the back of my head.

"Say the magic word and then you will be on my knee in the matter of seconds." Zayn simply says.

I know I am going to have to say it, in order to get out of this stupid contraption but actually saying the word is more shameful than anything has happened today. I have a dad, I have a mum, I had a childhood. Why do I need to go through it all again ? Unless they all have a weird daddy kink, I shouldn't have to call them anything other than their names.

"Please" I bite my tongue "dada.."

All the others look directly at me and clap praising me for one simple word. They really are taking this shit seriously. He comes over and goes to pick me up but I push his arms away.

"I thought you wanted out baby boy" I blush at the nickname he has given me.

"I want to think and I want the milk now" I say looking at Liam who is holding it.

Now all I need to do is have some serious thinking time.