Yellow.

Old Fears & New Steps.

Ryan is between 13-16 here.

You're very amazing for still reading this story.

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Harry feels a soft palm on his cheek, a bit cold and soft, but not irritating enough. He frowns, eyes still closed, and tries to wonder if he's still dreaming. The fingers give his cheek a tender poke, cold and damp, and he shrugs. As he tries to focus on more sleep, the palm is now pressed on his nose, and he realises this person is desperate to be annoying.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

Harry slowly opens his eyes to meet icy blank blue ones staring directly at his forehead, and he fidgets a little bit. The eyes just stare, with no emotion in them, and he tries to be comfortable with the direct staring. He breathes out, properly taking in the honey blonde loosely curled long hair and an ice lolly tightly gripped in his hand.

"Hi...Hi," Aidan returns the ice lolly to his mouth.

"Need...Does Aidan need something, please?" Harry is a bit pained.

"Is...is like bored," Aidan just shrugs.

Harry blinks in complete disbelief. This guy just woke up from a needed nap just because he's bored, and he looks around to be sure this isn't another dream. Aidan brings his cold fingers to Harry's forehead, and tenderly massages it. Harry swats his hand away, and sits up with an irritated frown.

"Don't...Don't do that again," Harry mutters. "Like...Like no, don't wake Harry from...from naps."

His tone is almost angry, but Aidan doesn't click it.

"B-Bored," Aidan replies, monotone.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Louis yells from within, rushing into the living room to meet Harry tired and Aidan enjoying his ice lolly without a care. He frowns in shock, staring at Harry and shooting a glare at Aidan, who doesn't even care to notice it.

"I told you to leave him alone," Louis pipes up.

Aidan drops his eyes on the floor, innocently.

"Don't get cute! Stop it, and own your shit," Louis tries to be stern.

"Aidan says...says he is bored," Harry mumbles.

"Not a reason to wake you up. We all know you needed that nap," Louis sighs.

Harry waves it over, resting his head on the couch and sighing.

Things have been pretty rough with Ryan's habit of never sleeping at night, it's been really hard on Harry and Iman. Sometimes, it affects the other children. Iman doesn't get enough sleep to help them through the day, and it's taking a toll on her own health. Naps help Harry, or else he slows down, and it makes things worse at home.

"Lolly?" Aidan asks, blinking at Harry.

"No." Harry frowns.

"Babe, Harry has not been sleeping well." Louis explains.

"Why?" Aidan simply frowns.

"Ryan is having a rough time. Aidan once had rough times, right?" Louis searches for empathy.

"No." Aidan shrugs, rolling his eyes.

"Mate, borrow a heart, will you?" Louis shakes his head.

"How?" Aidan and Harry ask at the same time.

Louis freezes, staring at them and gulping. Yeah, he didn't think the sentence through. He clears his throat and sits down next to Harry, concerned.