”Are you ready for bed, kitten?” Louis softly asked, walking into Harry’s bedroom. He smiled over at Harry who stood beside his bed and nodded back at him, with nothing on his small body. His eyes traveled up and down on him before he looked back up to his face. “No pyjamas tonight, sweetheart?”
Harry enthusiastically shook his head, reaching a hand out to pull his duvet back. “I like sleeping without them on.” He told, bending forwards slightly to grasp at the duvet.
Louis’ eyes slowly lowered down Harry’s arched back to where his bum stuck out from his bent over posture. He gulped and looked away when he felt his stomach tighten and an unexpected tingle of arousal spark up inside of him. He blinked to focus his vision as he watched Harry climb into bed, covering his naked body.
"Please will you tuck me in?" Harry asked, looking up at Louis with his eyes big and bright.
"Of course." Louis answered, giving a soft smile through the husky tone to his voice. He walked closer to stand at the side of the bed while Harry moved to lay on his back, resting his head on his big white pillow. "Are you comfortable, kitten?" He asked, taking hold of the sides of the duvet.
Harry nodded his head before the duvet was lifted further up and tucked into his sides. He looked up to watch while Louis hovered over him to comfortably fit the soft duvet around his body.
"There we go." Louis spoke, glancing back to Harry once he had straightened himself up. "Is that good for you, baby?"
"Yes, thank you." Harry politely replied, speaking with an innocent tone to his voice.
Louis smiled and reached his hand up towards the small night light on the wall, turning on the dim bulb inside. “So, now that we’re all tucked up in bed we can have a good nights sleep, can’t we?” He smiled, lowering his eyes back to Harry.
"I probably won’t." Harry answered, with a slight sadness to his voice now. He looked away from Louis to look at his duvet, the brightness of his eyes now gone.
Louis frowned with confusion and concern, kneeling down beside Harry’s bed. “Why’s that, kitten?” He softly asked, feeling his heart starting to race just from the sad look on Harry’s face. His hand lifted up to brush back the curls from Harry’s forehead with his fingers while a thought entered his mind. “Because of the bad dream you’ve been having?”
Harry sniffed and nodded his head, trying not to let any tears fall from thinking of the scary dream he had been having for a while now. “Yeah.” He answered, in a shy and quiet voice. “It’s really scary.”
Louis’ fingers continued to softly play with Harry’s hair, knowing it always calmed him down whenever he felt upset or scared about something. “I know, baby.” He quietly spoke, thinking of the dream that Harry had already described to him; one of a dark shadow figure that chases after him and makes him cry.
Even though Louis didn’t know the real meaning behind the dream, he was sure he could guess that it was about Harry’s Dad and the difficult childhood he’d had. He could clearly remember living next door to Harry’s family just a few years ago, he would always smile and wave at the little boy whenever he saw him playing in the garden or going out somewhere with his Mum.
