Just Hold On-A Louis Tomlinson Ageplay Story

Chapter 25

Niall's POV

The rest of the evening is pretty much the same. We are trying our best to treat Louis like a child, but it's hard when he is so against it. I don't know how to make him more comfortable, but for now he clams up every time we try to do anything that pushes him too much. I don't want to have to force anything, but that might be our only option.

At the moment, Harry is getting him ready for bed, but we all know he hasn't wet his nappy since lunchtime, so he must have to go really badly. We don't want to put him to bed with a full bladder, because he will either not fall asleep or wet soon after falling asleep. We don't want him to stay in a wet nappy all night, and I really don't want to have to wake him up to change his nappy right after he falls asleep. However, this means we need to get him to go now, preferably before his milk. He's not going to do it willingly, and it's bad for him to hold it until he can't, so the best thing to do is try to force it, which he will hate.

When Harry comes out of the bedroom with Louis, who is just wearing sweats over his nappy, I decide it's up to me to get him to pee. I can only think of two options, one is to make him laugh so hard he can't help it, and the other is to press on his bladder, both of which he will hate. Laughing might be a little less forceful, but I also don't want to rile him up before bedtime. Even when nothing's bothering him, Louis can get hyper and untameable, and I really don't want that right now. Unfortunately, that means I'm going to have to push on his bladder, which will only work if I can get him to relax first.

"Hey Lou, come sit on the couch with me." I'm sitting with my legs stretched across the cushions, my back against the armrest, and I pull him to sit between my legs, leaning back against my chest. I wrap my arms around him in a hug and just hold him for a while, humming a bit and ignoring the odd glances from the other two lads. Eventually, I start rubbing his stomach, just gently at first, and then a littler firmer, venturing down further toward his bladder each time. Suddenly he grabs my hand.

"Stop! What're you doing? You're gonna make me-oh..." He trails off, apparently realizing what I'm trying to do. Not wanting to make him upset, or let him think the other boys know what I'm doing, I lean down to speak softly into his ear.

"Shh, it's okay. Just relax, alright? I'm gonna help you so that we can get this done and over with." He tenses a little, but then his shoulders relax and he lets go of my hand. I continue moving my hand in circles, applying more and more pressure, until I feel him totally relax and a warm feeling coming from his hips. "You're alright. Just finish, and then I'll change you." Surprisingly, I manage to get him changed without any tears.

When we are settled on the couch again, in the same position, Liam comes in with the Adidas milk bottle and hands it to me. I realize it's warm and look at him in confusion. I thought we had decided to wait on doing hot milk until later, but apparently Liam changed his mind? He gives me an odd smile, as if there's a secret I don't know. Oh well, guess I'm going to have to convince Louis to drink hot milk.

"Hey bud, ready for your milk?" I pass it to him, and he looks at me a bit strangely when he feels it's warm. "Just drink, alright? It'll help you sleep." He brings it to his lips and takes a tentative swallow, but immediately continues drinking. I wrap my arms around him and rock gently, trying to put him to sleep. Eventually, he slows down his drinking, and by the time he's finished the milk, I think he's almost asleep on my lap. He turns sleepily to pass the bottle back to me. "Was that good, Lou?" I'm still confused. Does he really like hot milk that much?

"Yeah. M'sleepy." I can tell. His eyes are half shut.

"Who do you want to cuddle with tonight, boo?"

"You, please. Like your cuddles." He's so adorable, even though he doesn't want to be, I can't help it. I figure his half-asleep mindset is as good a place as any to try and convince him to use my proper name.

"What do you call me, bud?"

"Um...Dada..." He's still reluctant to say it, and it obviously isn't natural, but it's better than nothing.

"Good. Let's get you to bed now. Do you want Daddy or Papa to carry you?" I can't carry Louis, I'm not much taller than him, and not overly strong. Maybe if I worked on my muscles a bit, but not today.

"Um...Papa, please." Again, I got him to say it, even if it wasn't his decision.

Harry carries his nearly limp body to his bedroom as I scoot off to my guest room to quickly throw on some PJ's. Liam stops me in the hallway on my way back

"That bottle went well, eh?" He asks with a smirk.

"Yeah, I was surprised how well he took to the hot milk. I didn't think...did you do something to it?" I think I'm catching on.

Liam chuckles. "Yeah, I slipped a bit of sugar and vanilla in. Not much, just enough to get him to like it. I thought we'd be better off starting warm milk sooner, but it would help if he enjoyed it."

I laugh, and make my way to Louis' bedroom, where I find Harry sitting next to him on the bed, stroking his back to keep him relaxed and sleepy. I slip in next to Louis, lying on my back, and give Harry a smile.

"Ready to sleep now bud?" He just nods, curling into a ball with his head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, as Harry leaves, turning out the light and closing the door, and hum "This Town" to my smaller friend as I slowly drift off.

I hit 5K reads on this story! When I started writing, I was hoping for like 100, but wow! I'm pretty excited.

Anyways, I thought 5K was worth an update, but I didn't have inspiration to write my main plot line, so I decided to just write a little fluffy chapter. Voila! Hope you enjoyed it!