Just Hold On-A Louis Tomlinson Ageplay Story

Chapter 49

Harry's POV

I get jolted from sleep by a jab from Louis' elbow. After taking a moment to clear my head, I realize that he is crying and thrashing, in the middle of yet another nightmare. How many bad nights do we have to have?

I reach to cuddle him awake, as that method has worked in the past as a calmer way to wake him up, but he's thrashing too hard and I can't keep a grip. Instead, I sit up a bit and hold onto his shoulders, allowing him to continue moving, but not too much.

"Louis, wake up, boo." Still sleeping. "Louis, c'mon, Boobear. Wake up. Louis." I give his shoulders a gentle shake and he jerks awake, suddenly gasping for breath.

"Shh, love. It was just a dream. Papa's here, it's alright."

Louis stares up at me with wide glassy eyes, still gasping, before he blinks long and slow once and tears start falling.

"Oh, shh, darling. Shh, don't cry, Papa's here."

"Papa," he whimpers, reaching up for me. "Papa Papa Papa."

"Yeah, boo, Papa's got you." I stroke his arm gently as I rearrange my own position on the bed for better cuddling potential. "Come cuddle with Papa?" He nods, bottom lip trembling as the tears continue to slip down his cheeks. I pull him onto my lap and hold his hot little body close. "That better?"

"Papa," Louis sobbed, wrapping his arms around me and gripping the back of my shirt in his fists. "I had a bad dream, Papa, it was scary! I don't like it Papa, don't like it!"

"Shh, it's okay. It's over now, no more nightmare. Do you want your bear?"

"Please, Papa, Mister Snuggles, please!"

I don't quite know what's going on with him. He isn't normally like this, like he always wants cuddles, so that's nothing new, but he's talking way more than normal, and his voice is clearer than usual when he's little.

"Papa, don't like dreams. Scary, Papa. No more dreams, ever, please." Louis is cuddling his bear with one arm, but the other is still wrapped tight around me. Whatever is going on, I think I like this. It's a whole lot easier to deal with him if he's talking, I think, and he's not very good at being honest about his feelings when he's big, so this is good.

"Shh, Louis. Can we stop the tears, boo? Everything's alright. You're not dreaming now."

"I'll try, Papa. But, but I...Papa!"

"What's wrong, love?" I don't know what he's upset about; I don't think it's the nightmare anymore.

"Papa, papa, papa..." Louis is still crying, mumbling 'Papa' repeatedly.

"I'm here, Loubear. Papa's right here." I move to shift him on my lap, and that's when I feel it. "Do you need your nappy changed, love?" I know he does, it's so full it's leaked, which has never happened before, but I want him to say it.

"Nooo," Louis whines, hiding his face in my neck.

"Louis, don't lie, baby."

"No Papa!" He pushes himself away from me, slipping off my lap. "M'not a baby! I don't need t'be changed!" He's almost yelling.

"Hush, boo. Don't wake up Daddy and Dada. There's no need to yell. Let's just get it done, Loubear."

"NO!"

"What's going on here?" I flinch, startled, then realize it's just Liam. "Hey, Lou, what's wrong?" Louis has run straight at Liam and latched on.

"Daddy daddy daddy!"