Don't Let It Break Your Heart [L.S]

💙Little One💚

Harry hears a shuffling in the hallway along with light footsteps, in the evening when he is still sitting on the couch, watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. The living room is very dimly lit considering there are no lights on except for the TV and the little lamp beside the couch.

He looks down to see Niall fast asleep on his chest and a tiny bit of drool at the corner of his mouth, threatening to fall on his shirt, Harry doesn't mind though. He cranes his neck to see in the hallway as a tiny shadows appears, followed by a tiny looking boy. He is wearing one of Harry's white hoodie that reads 'IN MEMORY OF WHEN I CARED', it's hood pulled up. The boy looks so tiny that Harry could literally see his body swimming in the hoodie.

"Ma'am?" The boy calls out, going to the kichen as he hadn't seen Harry and Niall on the couch yet. "Silvia ma'am?" He calls out again. His voice is shaky and filled with nervousness. He is not used to living here yet, Harry reminds himself.

"She's not home, little one." Harry calls back as he turns his neck to look in front at the TV instead of craning it to look at the boy, it had started to hurt at that angle. The nickname slips out of his mouth naturally, it doesn't feel weird for him seeing the boy is actually quite little.

"Oh.." is all the tiny boy says and it makes Harry chuckle. "So.. I'll just go back in my room and wait for her then." He says nervously.

For some reason, Harry is already in love with the boy's accent and his voice. And he definitely loves how he said 'me room' instead of my room. He smiles to himself before saying, "Don't be silly, little one. I'm not gonna eat you up if you come here and talk to me. I'd really like to get to know you. Plus, your accent and your voice are very cute."

"Um.. t-thanks." He says and Harry can hear some shufflings so he concludes that the boy took a seat on a chair somewhere near the dining table that was just a few feets away from the couch.

"So, little one, how do you like the house?" Harry asks. "If you like it at all, that is."

"It's agréable.."

"But?" Harry questions, knowing there is probably a 'but' considering the way the little boy trailed off.

"But.. it doesn't feel like home yet." The boy sighs. "I don't know if you understand, Harry... but, for me home is not made up of cement and bricks but-"

"Emotions, feelings, love.." Harry continues the boy's sentence and he nods .

"Y-yeah." He whispers before letting out a sigh.

"I understand, love." Harry assures. "So how about the people in the house?"

"Well, Ma'am and Neil ar-"

"Niall." Harry snorted. Yay! A new name to tease Niall with! He thinks with his 'evil big brother brain'.

"Oh. S-sorry. I mean Ma'am and Nail are nice." The boy stutters.

"Are you saying that I'm not noice?" Harry asks in a serious tone and ignores how he again got Niall's name wrong, another name to tease, he thinks.

"N-n-no, I-I-" The boy stuttered, not knowing Harry uses the word 'noice' only when he is in a playful mood or teasing Niall (for his accents).

"Chill, little one. I'm kidding." Harry chuckles but the boy keeps quiet. "Anyway, I am a nice person, okay? I treat people with kindness."

"That's charmant." The boy says and Harry can tell he is smiling.

Harry feels Niall stir on his lap so he looks down to find him waking up. Niall wipes the drool on the corner of his mouth with his hand before wiping his hand on Harry's pants.

"Ewwww, Niall!" Harry yells in fake disgust.

Niall just laughs and kisses the older boy's cheek. "Love you too, Bigbear."

"Good evening, Nail." The boy on the chair wishes and Harry holds in a laugh, though he's quite ready to explode.

"Boobear!" Niall whines. "It's Niall."

"Nail."

"Niall."

"Nail..?"

"Niall."

"Wonderfull! Good evening, anyway." The boy smiles.

"Good evening." Niall greeted and turned to Harry. "A speciality of him, he can't get the names right for a first few attempts." He informs with a huff.

"Huh? But he got mine right." Harry says.

"Really?!" Niall gasps dramatically.

"Yeah, he called me Harry and got it right." Harry shrugs.

"Well.. you're lucky then. In the afternoon, when mom gave him a drink, he said 'thank you, Señorita Ma'am'" Niall says and bursts into a fit of laughter as Harry joins him, his self control jumping out of the window.

Both the boys laugh until they are wheezing, not noticing the pout on the other boy's face. They laugh until the front door opens and Sylvia walks in, grocery bags in her hands. They pause to stare at her for a solid four seconds when they see her before Niall says "Señorita Ma'am is home!" And they both go off again as Sylvia switches the lights on.

"Shut up both of you, stop making fun of him." Sylvia scolds and shakes her head as Niall starts singing 'I love it when you call me Señorita..' and Harry clutches his tummy while slapping his knee in his laughing fit. "I'm sorry about these idiots, Louis." The woman apologises.

At that, Harry abruptly stops and whips his head so fast that he's lucky his neck didn't break in two. His eyes bulges out when the lights illuminates the little boy sitting on the chair with his cheeks tinted pink. He, indeed, is his pretty boy. He stands up from the couch and that's when Louis' blue eyes find Harry's green ones and they widened immediately.

Harry stands in front of Louis with tears starting to form in his eyes. He points a shaky finger at Louis. "Y-you, Louis y-you.." He turned to Sylvia, "mom, h-he-"

"Yes, Harry. He is Louis, your new brothe-" Sylvia tries to explain but Harry instantly interrupts her.

"No, no, no, no, that can't be. Please tell me you're kidding. He can't be my broth- no, no, not him." Harry begs, now tears freely running down his face. Sylvia frowns at his reaction while Louis looks absolutely heart-broken.

"Haz, he is your brother now." Sylvia repeats, this time a little firmly. Didn't Harry say he was happy with my decision?  She wonders.

"NO!" The taller boy yells, making Louis and Niall jump before he runs past his mother and his 'new brother'. He runs to his room and locks himself in.

Sylvia turns to Louis to see he had started crying by now. She tries to comfort him but he shakes his head. Only one thought running through his mind.

What if I'm someone he don't want around?

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Look who's back and writing again!

This chapter gives me cringe for some reason...

So recently I re-read a fic called 'If you see this boy'. It had played with my mind and emotions when I read it the first time. Oof!

Q: Which Larry fic on wattpad had your mind in twists?

MA: If you see this boy, Dirty Little Secret, Locker 17.

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