Birmingham Disciplinary School for Male - L.S. 2

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(A/N: A lot happens in this chapter - Enjoy!

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TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF SELF HARM

TUESDAY

During the early morning, Harry wakes up with his thumb in his mouth and immediately pulls it out, scrunching his face.

He's confused at why he liked being treated as a child. It felt safe and comfortable, but he doesn't know why. He really doesn't want to wake his Louis up because it feels like that's all he does, but he's panicking and doesn't know what to do.

The submissive shakes Louis shoulder before bringing his knees to his chest. Louis scrunches his face and sits up. "What's wrong, baby?" He asks in a hushed tone.

"Sorry I always wake you up." Harry apologizes, wrapping his arms tightly around his legs and taking a deep breath. "Why did I like that, Lou? I don't know why I liked it!" He whisper shouts, never looking to his dom.

The dominant understands his sub is no longer in little space and moves his body to sit in front of him. "First, I want you to wake me up, so don't think that I'm mad or that I don't want you to. Second, It's nothing to be ashamed of, Haz. It's simply a way of coping when you've had trauma and things get overwhelming. There's nothing wrong with it and I enjoyed taking care of you. I always enjoy taking care of you. Can you to tell me if those rules we set are okay for you?" He asks, smiling to the boy.

"They're fine." Harry looks up through his wet lashes, "I peed my pants." He whines. "That's not adorable." He mumbles rubbing his hands over his eyes. "I can't, Lou." He shakes his head. "I need to smoke or cut, I just can't do it right now."

Louis laces their hands together, "Harry you have to understand that when you slip, your mind set is five years old. You couldn't help it. It was my fault anyways - you told me you had to go. We got you cleaned up and everything was and is fine. You're at a totally safe place here and you can talk to me, but you know I can't let you do either of those things, yeah?" Louis explains.

Harry nods, sniffles, and runs a hand through his hair. "You don't think I'm weird?" He asks.

The dominant pulls Harry onto his lap and leans back so they're both laying. "Of course not. And you shouldn't think it's weird either." He kisses his subs cheek. "I'm also sorry that I hadn't let you explain before punishments. That was really wrong of me and I won't let it happen again."

"It's fine." Harry says, wiping his eyes again.

Louis shakes his head, "It's not and it won't happen again." He snaps, taking the boys hand. "Oh! I took a photo too but want to make sure it's okay that I keep it."

Harry lifts his head and frowns at Louis before showing a shy smile, giving his cheek a kiss, and resting his head back down. "I don't need to see it. You can keep it." He says.

A few seconds later Harry is backing to pouting. "It's been seven years today since Gemma died." Harry whispers, looking up and blinking, willing his eyes not to water.

Louis takes a sharp breath and runs his hand up and down Harry's back. "I'm so sorry, love. You know you could have told me, though I understand why you didn't. I'm sure it's hard especially today. Do you think that's what made you my little monkey yesterday?" He asks, ruffling the boys hair.