Birmingham Disciplinary School for Male - L.S. 2

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(A/N: Okay, sorry for the misleading chapter '69', but I thought knife play was fun too. And don't worry, I have lots of things planned. Also, I now know that Harry wouldn't have a lisp in little space (is it even possible for British people to even have a lisp? I'm actually really curious), so I'm sorry if that's like offensive or something, but I don't have time or energy to change it. <3)

Louis places the boy standing in the shower and moves the shower head so it doesn't splash cold water over Harry.

The younger boy stands there rubbing his eyes as Louis runs his hand through the water to check the temperature.

Once right, Louis steps in and guides Harry under the water, washing his hair quickly. When Louis steps under the water, Harry crouches down, sitting in the bath.

The older boy bends down, meeting eyes with the teary ones. "What's wrong, darling?" He asks.

"'M stho tired, daddy." He whines, turning head to rest his cheek on his knees and pull his thumb into his mouth.

Louis quickly rinses his hair and turns the water off. He grabs Harry's towel and wraps it around the boy. "I know, little monkey. Come on, let's get you to bed."

Harry stands and allows Louis to carry him into bed. The younger boy sits there with his eyes closed as Louis helps dress him with a soft blue over-sized t-shirt and plain black boxers.

Harry curls into his side and falls asleep. Louis heads down stairs and pulls out his phone, dialing one of his friends.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Shawn."

"What's up, Lou?"

"Well I haven't been able to get to the store to grab anything for Harry when he's little and Zayn said Niall's a little?"

"He is! You want me to bring some stuff over?"

"I mean, if you wouldn't mind, that would be great."

"Yeah it's no problem. I can be there in fifteen."

"Great, thanks, mate. I'll see you soon."

Once off the phone, Louis makes a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and cuts it into four triangles. He places the food into a reusable baggie for when Harry wakes up and decides to also rinse some carrots and cut broccoli for the side.

There's a knock on the door and Louis walks over to answer. "Hey. Come in." He says, stepping aside and opening the door wider.

"Hey, mate." Shawn steps forward with a Niall behind him, clinging to the back of his shirt. "I grabbed a bunch of stuff so you can just use and just keep it all." He explains and puts his arm around the smaller boy. "Niall baby, can you say hi to Louis?"

Niall wraps his arms around Shawn and pouts. "Hi, Louis." He rasps out.

Louis offers a wide grin and looks to the side to see Harry holding onto the stair railing and hoping down onto each individual step.

He looks back and says, "Hi, Niall. How are you, bud?"

"I'm good, tank you, sir." The blond lad responds.

All three of them look to Harry as he jumps off the last step and he looks up. His eyes go wide and he stays still. He now has on the same shirt but has slid on some grey sweats by himself.

"Harry, please come here and say hi." Louis says, walking a little closer to him and holding his arm out.

The curly haired boy hangs his head low and grabs his daddy's hand as he leads them closer.