Conversation of emotion (Baby Boy)

🌻can't pronounce🌻

Can't believe how many people comment about this tbh...
Being dyslexic doesn't mean you can't read at all, it just means you struggle with it, sometimes a lot and sometimes too much to even read at all but not always.
There's a lot of Shakespeare books that are like made for young people so they made the books easier to read. I bought a copy in England where the right page is filled with the story and the left is filled with explanations about the right page.

Then again, one of my friends is very dyslexic and she read y&b in like 1 or 2 night.

Having dyslexia doesn't mean you can't read at all so please stop commenting about this.

Louis was sitting behind his desk, typing away on his computer. Loads of papers were laying on top of it, some were laying next to each other in perfect stacks, others were swerving around on the floor.

Harry was also sitting on the floor. A yellow rose was laying in front of him. He examined each detail on each petal as he drew it in his sketchbook.

Louis figured out that Harry loved to draw and bought him countless tools to use and get better at it. The sub drew one last thorn and smiled at his results.

I was truly relaxing and mesmerising to see how realistic Harry's drawings looked. They looked just like the things he drew and the boy's dominant wanted to do something with the art his boy made.

Harry skipped over to Louis his desk and slammed the sketchbook down in front of Louis. Louis gasped and stared at the floor and then at Harry.

''Oh, baby. This is amazing!'' He complimented the young boy. Harry blushed at the attention and stared at his feet.

''Can you help me with something, little one? You can sit on my lap.'' Louis said and rolled his chair back to create space for Harry. Harry walked over to Louis and plopped down on his knees.

Louis rolled their legs under his desk and handed Harry a sheet with an email on it.

''Be a sweetheart and read that out loud so that I can type it?'' He said and opened a new email.

Harry's face paled visibly as his eyes scanned over the many words.

''You can start, Harry.'' Louis mumbled and let his hand hover over the keyboard.

Harry swallowed and cleared his throat as if that was necessary when in reality he was trying to read the first few words.

''w-with ref-refrecing? reference to y-your email dated 14th of D-decem-ber.'' Harry stopped to let Louis type out what he'd just said.

''I am wr-writing to enq-enquip- No... uhm.''

''Harry, I don't have all the time in the world for this, c'mon. Enquire, it's not that difficult.'' Louis sighed and wrote down the word. Harry wriggled on Louis his lip, suddenly feeling the most insecure he's ever felt.

''S-sorry.'' Tears blurred his vision when he saw the next word.

''Enquire abte-about the av-avel-availibaty-'' The older lad clicked his tongue in annoyance.

''Availability, Harry. Jesus, don't tell me you've never learned how to read?'' Louis rubbed his eyes in a tired way. Harry fiddled with his fingers, blinking away his tears.

''I know how to read.'' He whispered.

''Then read, for fuck's sake!'' Louis bellowed.

''I can't!'' Harry shot back, tears now freely running down his face.