Surprise! That was a fast update.
The following couple of weeks were not at all easy for Harry. All the stress from the all the school work he had to do was far too much for him and it had caused the poor teen, much to his horror, to start wetting the bed. Louis didn't notice it until about a week ago, when Harry was so exhausted that he fell asleep on the sofa as soon as he got home from school, Harry was mortified when his father found out. He had been hiding it so well.
Harry refused when Louis suggested protection at night, that was absolutely not happening and he promised his father that it would stop, of course he couldn't control it though.
It wasn't long until Harry started having daytime accidents, it started with one here and there, nothing major but it was starting to become more regular and it killed the boy.
"Baby, maybe we should think about that protection, just while you're going through this?" Louis suggested when he noticed Harry storm off into the bathroom when Louis was helping him with his history homework. "I'm not a baby!" Harry screamed in his father's face but soon just started crying.
"I know you're not. But the doctor said this was happening because of stress and I honestly think you're just getting more stressed as the days go by." Harry sighed, he knew his father was right. But he was fifteen for god's sake!
"I'll run to the store, you can take a bath to relax." Louis pecked Harry's chin and wiped a few tears with his thumb. "It'll be okay."
Soon Louis got back with three different packs of pull-ups, not making Harry happy. "What the hell dad?!" he exclaimed. "They had different sizes and I don't know how big they are. These are for thirteen to fifteen-year-old, these are for sixteen to eighteen, and these are for... well, we'll try the other one's first."
Louis opened the pack for thirteen to fifteen and gave one to Harry. Harry wanted to cry as he pulled that awful thing up his legs, something he hadn't been wearing since he was three or four years old. "I think it's too big honey, it'll just leak at night. Well that rules out the other one as well. Then we have these..." Louis coughed as he opened the package of Nemo themed pull-ups. "No way. No fucking way."
"These are for eight to teens... It was Nemo or Peppa pig..." Louis shrugged and handed one to Harry and it actually fit him. "That fits perfectly." Louis said as he examined it, it would defiantly not leak which was nice. "Absolutely not. I'm not wearing a freaking Nemo nappy. This was stupid, I'll just clean my sheets."
"What about school Harry. What if you have an accident at school?"
"I won't. There's no fucking way I'm bringing that thing anywhere near the school, it'll be the end of me." Harry whined pathetically. "No one has to know." Louis reassured.
"You don't understand." Harry sniffled. "What's wrong baby?" Louis sat down with Harry on his bed. "They...No it doesn't matter." Harry sighed but Louis wasn't having that. Something was upsetting his boy. "Spill, baby."
"They... they pick on me. They make fun because I don't have a mum and I only have you. They made fun of how attached I was to you; how babyish I was. And if they find out dad... I won't live it down." Harry cried and Louis pulled him into his chest.
"Why didn't you tell anyone? We could've helped." Louis gently rocked the crying boy. "I just wanted to seem cool and not be a tattletale. So I started skipping classes and not doing my homework, I thought they'd like me more." Harry cried his heart out.
"Do they know that you lost your mum when you were young?" Louis asked, and to his horror the boy nodded in his chest. "They know your mother passed away and they make fun of you for it?"
