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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⚠️ strong mentions of panic attacks/ptsd in this chapter
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Louis' POV:
"Louis," Harry let out a deep breath when he saw me waiting in the main office. He smiled civilly at the women working the front desk before walking to where I was seated.
He crouched down in front of me quickly and inspected me. His hand cupped the side of my cheek and he looked at me with a concerned expression while his eyes scanned over me.
"You're okay?" He clarified. I nodded, shooing his hand away from my face. Harry let out a breath and stood back up in front of me. I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he looked at me like I was a small child.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I mumbled. He gave me an unimpressed look and and ran a hand through his hair.
"They didn't tell me what happened on the phone. I didn't know if you were hurt." He mumbled quietly. I stared up at him, confused as to how to respond. Harry looked back at me and sighed.
He sat down in the seat next to me. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was fully facing me and staring directly at me. I refused to look at his face and stared at his shoes.
"What happened?" He asked. I looked up at him a blank expression on my face. I was incredibly confused by his concern, making me in turn incredibly frustrated.
"Nothing." I huffed, shifted my gaze to look straight ahead.
"I thought we were done with this." He sighed. I could practically hear the frown on his face.
"Done with what?" I asked innocently. Harry raised his eyebrows and stared me down. No matter how many times I got that look from him, it still managed to make me feel guilty.
"Done with getting called to the office. Done with giving me attitude. I would watch your tone seeing the situation we're in, yeah?" Harry scolded. He was obviously not in the mood to deal with my sarcasm.
