autism ➵ l.s

8 - "i don't let animals inside my house"

OKAY TO MAKE THINGS CLEAR

HARRY IS SMOL IN THIS

AND LOUIS IS TOL

THIS BOOK IS AN AU ,, SO I DONT WANT ANY COMMENTS SAYING "Uhhh but louis isnt even 5'9" (but he is 5'9 okay anyone who says otherwise i will fight u my son is tol, but his baby is just a bit toller than him)

P L E A S E

ok continue lol

Harry's big doe green eyes lit up in amazement once it caught sight of the mesmerizing mansion in front of him. To think that now he'll be living here is something he can't ever believe. From a medium sized two-story family home, he was suddenly put into a who-knows-how-many-floors-there-are mansion. 

He looked over to Louis as he heard the older man say, "Well, here we are. Let's go inside." his tone was calm and made Harry swoon. Before he could even reply, Louis had already taken steps towards the giant building he was supposed to call home. 

"Lou- Louis, wait for me!" He called out as he followed behind. Harry was literally beaming as the grin wouldn't wipe off of his face. He managed to take note of everything he caught sight of. 

Except, he failed to notice Louis rolling his eyes and glared at Harry, sighing. 

It was evening, the ceremony had just ended and they were staying at Louis' house for the night and tomorrow they're off for their honeymoon. Though, Louis had protested on the honeymoon part, his mother wouldn't allow him. 

Louis went inside and slammed the door behind him, leaving Harry outside. Harry furrowed his brows confusedly as he tapped on the door. "Lou? I-I'm still outside ..?" He called out. 

Louis chose to ignore the boy at his doorstep. "I don't let animals inside my house." He said bitterly, though, it was pretty obvious Harry couldn't hear as the knocking continued. 

Louis went straight for the kitchen, seeing his chef chilling on one of the stools. The man stood up abruptly upon seeing Louis' cold glare towards him. 

"W-Welcome home, Mr. Tomlinson." The man bowed slightly. 

"Fix me up some tea. Where are the other servants?" He asked. He had just hired a new batch of servants, though, he couldn't tell how long they'd stay because he hires a new batch every month, seeming to fire off each and one of them for the littlest mistakes. 

"Rose and Mary are somewhere around the house and Charlie is in the garden as usual." The chef, Blake, answered. 

"Inform them do not let anyone come in without my permission. There's someone outside. Don't let him in but don't shoo him away either. If tomorrow I can't find him at my porch, one of you is going to lose their job. Do you hear me?" Louis threatened clearly. Blake nodded stiffly. 

"Good."

Louis walked upstairs and into his office. Not long after, Blake walked in with a cup of tea and a few biscuits. Louis hadn't asked for any, but last time when Blake didn't give him any biscuits, he was yelled at. So he learned his lesson. 

Louis finished up some work, seeing that an hour had already passed by. He spun around in his chair, tiredly sighing. He glanced at the window, seeing it was already dark out. 

'Harry's probably freezing outside' 

'Ah, he won't get wet. There's a roof.' His mind argued back. 

'But it's November. It's freezing.' 

'Shut up.'

He got up and looked out his window, though, to no avail as he couldn't quite see Harry from this angle. He went to sit back at his office chair instead, continuing his work. 

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"Mummy .." Harry whined out softly as he held his hands tightly against himself. He was freezing. He had low tolerance for coldness and this situation wasn't exactly helping him. 

'Maybe Louis forgot about him? It's kind of expected, seeing as he had always lived alone.' He tried to reassure himself with positive thoughts but he can't help the tears from falling. 

He sat down next to the door and hugged his knees against his chest tightly, trying his best to gain more body heat. He was wearing the suit he had wore for the wedding and he took off his jacket to act as a blanket for him. 

But .. it wasn't that cold. He could take this, he thinks. 

Suddenly, he heard droplets of water. He looked up to the sky, seeing after a few seconds it was suddenly raining very heavily.

He couldn't take it. 

It was too cold. He felt like dying. 

He wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted to throw a tantrum at Louis for leaving him out in the cold. 

But he wanted Louis to like him. He didn't want to come off as childish in his lover's eyes. He wanted to act perfect. He stood up, knocking the door once more with shaky hands. 

"P-Please .. o-ope-.." He couldn't even finish his last words as he collapsed onto the floor, passing out from the extremely low temperature. 

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Two hours had possibly passed by and guilt was eating Louis out alive. He pushed the thoughts away and focused on his work. 

That is, until he heard heavy rain from outside. 

Furrowing his eyebrows, the pen in his hold dropped from his grip. He got up from his seat as fast as lightning and darted towards the door. 

He raced downstairs, passing by his housemaids, Rose and Mary. "Go into my bedroom and turn up the heater. Get out my electric blanket, too and prepare one of hoodies and warm socks." He said in one breath. Rose and Mary looked at him confusedly. 

"Go, now!" He yelled, causing both of them to run like rats to complete their tasks. 

He opened the door in a rush, his cold heart breaking as took in the sight of Harry passed out on the floor. His cheeks were really red and he was curled into a ball, the jacket of his suit was used as a blanket over him and - 

are those tear stains?

He could feel his heart aching as he knelt down and picked Harry up. He carried the smaller man without trouble, bringing him into his bedroom. 

When Harry was safe and already warm, but still not awake, Louis sat beside him on the bed. He ruffled his hair in frustration. 

Harry was autistic. He's mentally disabled- he's fucked up! Louis couldn't possibly fall in love with him. Louis had to treat Harry the same way as he treats other people; coldly. 

And he thought he was doing a great job at it, until he realized that Harry was in his bed, wearing his clothes and his socks, being covered by his heater blanket, in his room.

God, what was this boy doing to him?