A Little Mixed Up || l.s.

Twelve - In A State Of Emergency, Who Was I Trying To Be?

It was another one of those days. Five in the afternoon and Harry woke up at six in the morning. Why must he torture himself by doing these kind of things? It's as if his body knew that today was an exciting day and didn't want to sleep at all even though he wouldn't be doing anything at all for today until five o'clock when he would most likely be fashionably early to his appointment in hopes of being seen as soon as he can.

All he had to do was pass the time.

And that failed him as well. He was doing so well, too, for the most part. Until it hit three o'clock in the afternoon and he was on his fourth cup of tea and his third movie and a warm cat curled up on his lap. All things he should have avoided, in all honesty. So it was his fault that he ended up dozing off. And it was again his fault when he woke up at exactly 5:21 in the afternoon and had a panic attack and quite literally tripped over every single animal he had in the living room to get off the sofa.

He was late.

Very /very/ late, actually, and he wasn't sure that being five minutes last half an hour late was going to get him anywhere good. It was that time because Harry had about a ten minute drive to the building. If he wasn't punctual, what does that say about him as being fit for a child? What if he's late picking them up from school and they get taken away to a daycare and he doesn't know where to find them? Or what if he forgets that they need to be fed?

Needless to say, he was in tears as he broke every single traffic law there ever was invented on his way to the adoption center and when he got there, the lot seemed almost empty and Harry wanted to scream. The car he remembered Louis having when he came to his house wasn't there and when Harry parked the car, he just leaned his head against his hands on the wheel and sobbed rather loudly. He fucked up and he was angry because he didnt have anyone to blame. He was the stupid one to not stay away or even set an alarm to alert him that, hey, he had a pretty serious appointment that he probably needed to remember.

Eventually Harry just say back up and leaned against his seat, using his hands to wipe away his tears from his cheeks and his eyes before he grabbed out his phone and dialed the only number he could think to dial.

"Hi, mum. I have a lot to tell you."

~

It was two days before Harry got any kind of acknowledgement from Louis or anything remotely close to having to deal with adoption at all. He got an anonymous email one night at around eight after having just came back from another day of shooting and lazily looked over it with tired eyes. It was only eight but he was exhausted. It takes a lot out of him to film from dawn up until sun set and even an hour after that.

Mr. Styles,

We have seen you failed to come to your scheduled appointment to see counselor Louis Tomlinson in regards to your adoption process. Upon further time we have given to contact us or reschedule to your needs, we have deemed it fit that you aren't willing to sign off on the next step and are retracting your application and your process previously recorded to be eligible for adoption.

Also note that this email is just a joke and its Louis. Just wanted to give you a scare for standing me up like that. I rescheduled you for another appointment this Tuesday at five, the same time as your last. Hope you can make it and I'm sorry for scaring you with how I opened this. (No I'm not)

Yours sincerely,

Louis Tomlinson

That son of a bitch.

~

"So is that how its going to be?" Is the first thing Harry says when he's allowed back and down the hall to Louis' office. He walked inside after shutting the door, crossing his arms. He was a half an hour early this time, granted he had to wait but it was fine. They had the cooking channel playing so he was fairly entertained.

Louis leaned back against his chair and placed his intertwined hands against his stomach. "What do you mean?"

"You made me cry." Harry said. "Literal tears. I was in tears because of you. I almost didnt finish ready the letter, I was so devastated."

"Got you to come here early, though, didnt it?" Louis stated before giving a small smile. "I would never have let anyone get that letter, though. Its mandatory to give someone at least a phone call to see if they need to reschedule and even then we give then two weeks. Not two days."

Harry pouted. "I didn't know that, though!"

Louis laughed a bit. "Awe. You poor thing. I'm sorry, alright? Never again will I email you those words." He said before holding up his left hand. "Scouts honor."

"You were in boy scouts?"

"What?"

Harry paused for a moment and then just shook his head. "Never mind. So... The reason I'm here is to sign and look for babies."

"Correction. You're here to sign your consent form and a couple other things and then you look for suitable mothers and couples that want to put their child up for adoption. Sometimes they already had the child and sometimes theyre still carrying. And you chose them, yet they have hundred of people in line probably so they would have to chose you as well. Its not one sided, Harry." Louis explained and grabbed out a stack of about twenty papers, green tabs sticking out from the side and Harry assumed they all marked where he needed to sign on what pages.

"Okay... So... I just sign all of it?" He asked and then flipped through the pages for a moment. That was a lot of reading.

"Yeah. If you wanna read through it, be my guest. To summarize it, its claiming you will be held responsible for the contact between you and the adoptive parents you are going to be working with. You agree with all of the notes I have taken to be scanned and shared to the proper people needed. You agree to all surprise pop up visits and if there would be any problems along the line, you won't back out. Blah blah blah. Also, you can't be sued if something happens with the person whom you are adopting from and vice versa until after the exchange of the child is made. Blah blah blah... Etcetera." Louis spoke and then slid over a pen for Harry to use when he wanted to sign.

Harry frowned a bit and then nodded. Louis seemed to know what he was doing so he's going to trust him on this. So, Harry clicked the top of the pen before he just scribbled his signature where it needed to be and even printed his name where it said to print. Which still looked like a signature because his handwriting kind of sucks. He's more of a spoken words person than a writing person. Once that was finished with, Harry slid the pack of papers back to Louis. Who in turn looked through it and signed a couple of things himself, making small notes here and there. Harry didnt question it.

"Great. So, we'll send this out and I'll make a copy to keep here just to keep the documentation safe and whatnot." Louis spoke before filing that away for now.

"So... Thats it? I can get a baby?"

Louis looked over and just gave a small smile. "You can get a baby."

And if Harry squealed and jumped up, leaning over the desk to attack Louis in a hug and making things splay out to the floor, no one besides the two of them need to know.