Larry fics

Hush Little Baby

"Louis, no! Please don't go!" I begged in my sleep. "Don't go louis! Don't leave me! I can't do this without you! Louis! Please, Louis! I'm sorry, don't do this!"

My eyes shot open and I sat up.
"Baby, come here... What's wrong?" I jumped, not noticing Louis before that moment. I crawled over and launched myself onto him.

"L-Lou!" I sobbed into his neck trying to make actual words out so he could understand me. It definitely wasn't working for me. I would calm down enough to say something, but once words started forming, a sob would come out instead; along with fresh tears down my face. I hated making him worry over something so stupid. It was just a bad dream... He wouldn't leave. He wouldn't do that to me. I knew that, but being held by your boyfriend is comforting and I didn't want to lose that moment of feeling safety.

"Calm down, love. Shh, it's okay." He soothed quietly into my ear as he rubbed my back. I continued to cry but eventually got too exhausted and ran out of tears to shed. We laid silently, just resting peacefully with each other, also allowing me time to completely calm down.
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"Hey, what happened? You okay?" Louis asked after feeling it was finally okay to begin discussing Harry's episode. He was laying back against the headboard with Harry resting his head on Louis's chest. He stroked his hair as Harry sniffled.

"I h-had a bad dream t-that you l-left m-e." Harry stuttered.

"Baby, you know I never would. Don't even get me started about that. It was just a dream. It's okay, alright? I love you very much. Nothing. Could. Ever. Change. That." He explained, punctuating every word with a kiss to Harry's forehead. "Guessing more than that happened though. I think you had a wet dream." Louis chuckled running his hand through Harry's curls.
Harry sat up and looked at Louis with wide eyes, beginning to shake his head furiously.

"No I didn't!" He yelled sounding angry with himself. He climbed off Louis and threw the blankets back from where he was previously sleeping. There was a large wet spot, but Harry definitely didn't have a "wet dream".
Harry's eyes started watering again and he looked at Louis, who was looking back at Harry knowingly. Tears started rolling off Harry's saddened face as he climbed back onto his boyfriend.

"Hey, hey, hey. Harry. It's okay."

"NO ITS NOT, LOUIS! I AM ALMOST 20 YEARS OLD AND I WET THE BED!"

"Shh, baby. It's okay. Come on, get up. Go get in the shower and I'll clean up, okay?" Louis suggested trying to sit up. Harry just shook his head and hugged Louis' torso tighter. He doesn't want to leave his boy. He needs him.

"No, I want you to come with me."

"I need to clean up the bed first. You go get in and I'll come in after I clean up, alright love?" Again, Harry shook his head. Louis sighed in defeat. "Fine, I'll come with you... Now get up."

They both walked hand in hand (Harry insisted, but how could Louis say "no"?) down the hall to the bathroom. "Okay, get in. I'm just gonna grab some clothes." Louis commanded gently. Fortunately, Harry obeyed and hopped into the shower. Louis quickly did what he could to clean the bed, and then grabbed some clothes for Harry to change into.

"I brought you some clothes. Are you all washed up?"

"No, want you to do it."

"Harry, you can do it yourself. I already showered, I'd rather not again."

"Then make it a bath and you can wash my hair."

"No, Harry. Just wash up and get dressed while I go make something for us to eat." He heard Harry whine in protest as he walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to make something simple to eat that he knew he couldn't mess up. Ten minutes later Harry was dressed and joined Louis in the kitchen for some toast with jam.