Harry Styles is a sensible, responsible man.
Louis Tomlinson is a rude, disobedient boy.
What happens when Louis' mother is fed up with his behavior and calls the only person she can think to call, her old friend Harry Styles.
Can Louis trust Harry...
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Louis' POV:
"Harry, I think it was more than a panic attack."
Hearing those words made me panic. I sat up immediately, feeling dizzy and my eyes were getting cloudy. I pushed through the nausea and stumbled through the room, opening the door that Harry had closed less than a minute ago.
I could feel how tired I was, my eyes were begging to be closed, but this was too important. He couldn't find out I had a PTSD flashback.
I, more than anything, don't want to talk about it. If Harry finds out god knows what he'll do. God what would he do if he found out?
I closed the door behind me and looked up to see both Liam and Harry looking at me.
"Are you alright, Lou?" Harry asked me, seeming distracted as his eyes would go from me to Liam every few seconds.
"Louis, you really need some sleep." Liam told me softly.
"No." I muttered, not knowing exactly what I was doing, only knowing I couldn't let Liam be alone with Harry.
"What do you mean 'no'?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "You look exhausted." He told me, taking a few steps towards me, his hands out like he thought I might fall over.
"I can't go to sleep." I told him, my tone filled with frustration.
"Why's that?" He started to look more concerned. "Do you need to sleep in my room?" He suggested. My cheeks heated up as I looked at the ground.
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"I don't need anything. I just need—want to stay awake, okay?" I scoffed, crossing my arms.
Harry shook his head. "Sorry, you really need sleep, love, it's late, and you just went through a lot." Harry took another step closer to where I was standing and put his hand on my shoulder gently.
