Human

Teachers pet

They were having a quiet evening, Harry was studying at his desk, Louis on the couch. It's how most of their nights went.

"Baby, can you quiz me?" Harry asked, shuffling into the living room.

Louis nodded and took the flash cards, seriously, he needed Harry to teach him how to study.

"Alright, let's see", Louis hummed, "give me three muscles that end at the bottom of your feet"

"Gastrocnemius, soleus, plantaris longus".

"There you go", he smiled, "now give me the muscle that runs from your neck to shoulder to the middle of your back".

"Trapezius".

"Ugh I love dating someone 10 times smarter than me".

Harry smiled at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before asking him to continue.

"Now what is the function of said muscle?"

"Adduction and extension of the arm".

"Ooh looks like that won't be an A after all mr. Styles", Louis chuckled.

Suddenly Harry went pale, he looked at Louis with panicky eyes and before he knew it, he was hyperventilating. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll do better, please, I promise", he cried.

Weird stuff like that had been happening more and more lately, not to this extent, but Harry would freak out over the littlest of things. Louis was getting more and more worried, he didn't know how to deal with this at all. He touched Harry's knee, trying to console him, but all it did was make him flinch and cry harder.

"Harry, baby, can you look at me?"

Harry shook his head.

"Gonna need you to breathe for me bambi, nice and slow".

"Can't", Harry gasped between breaths.

"I know you can, just try, nice and slow, no one is mad at you, I promise".

It took them a while, but eventually, Harry's breathing started evening out again.

"There you go, my love".

Harry was still sniffling, still crying.

"Do you want a cuddle?"

He nodded.

Louis scooped him up in his arms, laying down on the couch with Harry on top of him. One hand was running up and down his back while the other massaged his scalp. "You're tired aren't you?"

He nodded again.

"Take a nap, yea? You'll feel better afterwards".

"But the test-"

"Haz, forget about the test for a second, your health comes first".

He dropped his head again, nuzzling into Louis' neck. It only took him 2 minutes to start snoring.

Louis was a dumbass, he should've known Harry wasn't just going to get over everything that happened. He should watch his words more, maybe pay him even more compliments, or maybe, maybe he should talk to Harry about getting him a therapist. That sounded so scary though.

For now, he just looked things up on his phone, maybe he could do some things to make Harry feel more appreciated.

It was quite simple really, he'd write him notes, telling him how smart, or pretty, or loving he was. Harry would come home and smile and kiss him and tell him he loved him, but the situation didn't change, some days were better than others, but it still felt like it was getting worse.