Living with my autistic boyfriend

Just the two of us

I've actually wanted to post something like this for a long time but was a bit scared on how people would react. I've done my research on autism and hope I've displayed the condition correctly! If I didn't please don't leave a nasty comment, instead show me what I missed. In this story harry has severe autism and some development issues which makes him act a bit younger and his speech isn't good so he struggles to
communicate or make any eye contact. I really hope you guys enjoy and don't forget to vote and comment.

Louis POV:

I walked towards the small cafe holding onto my boyfriends hand as he swung are hands back and forth while giggling excitedly. I opened the door and lead my giggling boy into the small shop and found a table. It was early in the morning so there wasn't many people out in about. There was soft music in which I watched as my love hummed and swayed side to side in his seat, his eyes traveling all around the room.

There was only one other person in here besides the register people looking bored out of their minds. I just watched the person that sat in front of me, admiring his dimples as he squealed and pointed out the window mumbling only god knows what. I glanced at the menu hanging up behind the counter on the wall wondering what to drink. I haven't had any coffee in a week and I'm in desperate need.

" Harry baby...". I said, trying to catch my curly headed boys attention but he didn't respond.

" Harry! Hey, come on love look at me...". I pleaded, tapping the wooden table in front of us hoping to gain his attention.

" hey harry! Look over here love! Come on, look at lou please ". I begged gently, reaching across the table to touch his hands that were resting on top of the wood.

The reaction I got was him whining and moving his hand away as he bounced in his seat, staring out of the window. I followed his stare to see a bird plucking up remnants of left over food that had fallen out of the trash bin. He watched the bird intently until it flapped it's wings and flew up off the ground probably never to be seen again until tomorrow. In return, harry squealed loudly and clapped his hands. He started bouncing and flapping his jacket covered arms as well. He finally looked at my direction but he wasn't making eye contact. He was looking at my hands on the table. He tapped them lightly, pointing out the window in the direction of which the bird flew away.

" I know babe, I saw the bird too ". I chuckled, entwining our fingers together.

Now he just sat still, his eyes wondering around the small cafe. He giggled and bounced, flapping his arms excitedly. I just smiled and watched as I rubbed my thumb gently across his skin. I ignored the weird, judgmental stares I received almost everyday from the workers and the one lone person in the cafe. I'm use to them, everywhere I go with harry I get those. Why is being different so wrong in our society? If we were all the same life would be boring and there wouldn't be anything to explore because everyone would be the same! No new cures, no new doctors, not even any news...so why are we judgmental? Harry's just the same as everyone else, he just sees the world differently. He's a person too, he has feelings, he bleeds if he's cut...so why judge him? He's perfect just the way he is...he's unique...he's autistic.

When people hear that word they run, their confused, they judge. They think he's some freak that can't comprehend anything. He's not though, Harry's very smart but in his own way. There's more to people than just what's on the outside but that's all we see before we simply walk away not having one lick of interest. Autism isn't something to be afraid! Harry is a person to and has emotions, interest, but he expresses them in different ways then others...and that's okay. There are hard days though, very rough and unforgiving days at that, but when you love someone you don't give up. I simply stuck my middle finger up at the obviously judging people in the cafe and even muttered a fuck you.