Louis Geller-Bing Tomlinson the adopted son of Monica and Chandler Geller-Bing hates his "family friend" Harry Geller-Green Styles. From his childhood, he's been told that Harry is his cousin but since he's adopted and absolutely HATES Harry, cousin...
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For those of you who decided to skip the last chapter basically. The lads except Harry met up and called Harry, but he wanted to change before that but he came back to see the room in a mess because Louis had thrashed it in anger. He had a panic attack and fainted and a piece of broken glass also cut his forehead. Louis came back to see Harry in that state and was very worried.He didn't know what to do so he gave him CPR. Zayn found them like that and helped them wake Harry up.They helped Harry to bed and cleaned up. Harry asked Louis to cuddle him.
LOUIS' POV
The next morning, Louis woke up when Harry stirred in his embrace, Louis opened his eyes and squinted them as the sunlight hit them. He slowly entangled himself from the younger boy and got up, he stretched and took a glance at Harry. He looked so cute sleeping there with his curly hair all over his face. His features looked the most calm and relaxed Louis had ever seen, except of when he played music. A smile creeped upon his face. He got out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
He brushed his teeth and freshened up, then made his way in the kitchen. After having a hard time deciding what to give Harry as breakfast, he decided on fruits, because Louis was no chef, he didn't know how to cook anything. He cut some fruits, he tried his best but the pieces were still uneven. He set them up in a bowl and made his way to the room again.
'Hey.', he said slowly, seeing Harry awake. 'Hey.', Harry said, his voice deeper and raspier than usual. He sat up on the bed rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. 'Got you breakfast.', Louis said, placing the bowl on Harry's thighs. Harry looked at the bowl of fruits and then at Louis, 'thank you', he said, smiling. 'How are you feeling?', Louis asked, sitting on the bed beside Harry with his fruit bowl. 'Better, I believe.', Harry replied, eating. Louis nodded while chewing, he swallowed and said, 'Do you wanna talk about it?' Harry stayed quiet, playing with his fork. He had never shared this part of himself with anyone, except his parents, Gemma and Monica, but he knew he could trust Louis. 'It's okay if you don't.', Louis said shrugging, but Harry could feel the disappointment in his voice. 'No, I just...um, I don't know how to tell you...', Harry quietly trailed off. 'Just say it.', Louis motivated.
HARRY'S POV
Harry took a deep breath. Louis deserved to know after all that he had done for him. 'When I was around the age of 13, I found out I had OCD.', he started, 'Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and it was initial, but as I grew up, it increased. By the time I was 16, the attacks and symptoms increased. After that everything around me had to be organised, if it wasn't the way it should be, I would usually have an attack and um faint. Last night when I saw the room, it was a panic attack and I passed out.'
Louis was speechless, he didn't know to respond to this. The boy he had known his entire life and he missed out on such a great detail. 'Does anyone else know?', he asked. 'My parents, Gemma and Monica.', Harry replied. Of course Monica would know, she too loved all this and was the best person for helping Harry. It all made sense, why Monica was demanding Louis to clean up when he first came. Louis nodded, 'Does OCD go away?', he asked timidly, Harry could sense he was nervous. 'You can talk openly, it's okay.', Harry smiled and continued, 'It goes, but only to come again, it never really goes away.' Louis nodded in understanding. 'Harry I am so sorry if I knew this would happen to you I-', Louis started but was cut off by Harry, 'I know, you didn't know it's okay. What happened after I fainted?' Louis then explained everything that happened to Harry, leaving the little CPR detail to himself. 'Thank you so much. I would have never wanted to go to the hospital and want everyone to know about this too.', Harry said. 'I am not the person you should thank.', Louis mumbles, as he still believed all this was his fault. Louis looked at Harry, he sensed that Harry wanted to say something to him, but was unable. 'Don't worry, I know you are a private person, your secret is safe with me.' Harry smiled, a smile of relief, he trusted Lou but his mind just looked for a confirmation which Lou gave him.
