Living with my autistic boyfriend

Liam knows best

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Louis's POV:

Liam and I had sat to the table, trying to find recipes online that met Harry's criteria as well as ours. I'm not a great cook, but I would love to make dinner for once since Liam will be joining us.

I sighed and turned my phone off, stuffing it into my pocket.

" sorry Liam, I'm a shit cook...I guess I should have thought about that before inviting you ". I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly.

" s'alright mate, I'm pretty handy in the kitchen...if you don't mind? ". Liam asked, standing up from his seat.

I blinked at him for a moment, not really understanding what he was saying until he gestured toward the stove.

" oh, you can cook mate! I don't mind...". I mumbled, standing up from my seat and going towards the fridge.

That's when I heard heavy footsteps and a few tugs on my shirt. I looked behind me to see Harry who was biting his fingers and looking in the opposite direction.

I sighed and turned around, gently removing his fingers from his mouth and cleaning them off with the end of my shirt.

" what is it bub? ". I asked, swiping a few curls out of his face.

He whined and tugged on the front of his pants, obviously trying to tell me he needed the toilet.

" alright hun, give me a minute to find something for Liam to cook for dinner then we can go ". I told him, turning around once again but he pulled in my shirt a bit more harshly.

" Harry, I asked you to give me a few minutes, love ". I sighed, releasing his hand from my shirt.

Harry growled and grabbed my arm, lifting it up to his mouth before I caught him.

" No sir! No bite! Do you understand me? ". I yelled, making Harry recoil and cover his ears.

He screamed and jumped up and down, not liking the tone of my voice one bit.

" hey, love m'sorry ". I whispered, trying to pry his hands away from his ears.

" Harry, look at me ". I tried, trying to get him to stop screaming.

Harry only grew more frustrated as he stopped his feet and closed his eyes.

" c'mere love ". I mumbled, wrapping him in a hug as I swayed both of us.

I looked over my shoulder and grimaced, seeing as Liam has been watching us awkwardly the whole time.

" if you'll excuse us, mate. I'm gonna get him cleaned up and calmed down...".

I felt bad and a bit embarrassed. I felt bad because of Harry and having to drag Liam into our chaotic life. I wasn't embarrassed by Harry in any means either...it's just...I feel insecure about dealing with Harry in front of people. I feel like they are judging, thinking that I'm not doing a good job. They think Harry is some disrespectful human being when all he is trying to do is express himself. They look at me like I should be punishing him for "acting out" as they call it and correct his behavior. There is no correcting autism, I can only handle it and help him express himself the best way he knows how and I'm fine with that. But not everyone thinks like that.