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Larry - So Right or So Wrong

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Louis had only been laying in bed for 20 minutes when a loud clap of thunder boomed through the night air, shaking the flat, followed by a couple bright flashes of lightning. He sat up in his bed, as if waiting for the inevitable and sure enough 30 seconds later he heard bare feet scurrying down the hardwood floors in the hallway. 

There was a soft knock at the door when Louis switched on the bedside lamp and smiled. “It’s open, Harry.” The door slowly creaked open, revealing a teary eyed little boy. “Come ‘mere, peanut.” Louis cooed out softly at the crying boy, who had a small, worn out stuffed elephant clutched tightly to his chest. 

The little curly haired boy tried climbing up onto the bed but ended up slipping off, tumbling to the hardwood floor. “Dad, I-I can’t. H-Help me.” he hiccuped out through his tears, his face reddened more because he was growing more and more upset and impatient with himself. 

Louis tried to fight back his smile as he hoisted the rather light 10 year old up onto the bed. “No need to cry, peanut. I know the thunder is loud but it won’t hurt you. Dads right here and you’re safe, yeah?” he whispered softly as his son clung to his torso, burying his puffy, tear streaked face deeper into his chest.

They both stayed silent for awhile, Louis soothingly running his fingers through Harry’s chestnut curls and Harry sobbed quietly into his dads chest. “Won’t hurt me.” Louis heard the small boy mutter out softly. A smile crept across Louis’ face as he wrapped his free arm around Harry and rocked him back and forth, whispering comforting things in the small boys ear.

Louis had adopted Harry just 4 years ago when Harry was 6 and Louis was at the ripe age of 22. I know it seems weird that a single 22 year old male would want to adopt, but Louis knew what he wanted and he wanted a family, with or without the help of a partner. Louis had visited all sorts of orphanages around the UK and Ireland, searching for something. He didn’t know what but he knew that once he saw Harry in a orphanage in Cheshire, he knew he’d found who he was looking for.

The first time he’d visited the orphanage Harry was sat off to the side, away from all the other children his age, playing with some ceramic looking zoo animals. Louis had asked the nuns who owned the orphanage about the small child in the corner and they said his name was Harry Styles, his birth parents died in a car crash when he was only 2 and he’s been at the orphanage ever since. He didn’t have any family that was willing to take him so he was sent here. 

Louis remembers when he approached the small boy, offering him a small stuffed elephant he’d brought along with him because he had a feeling something good would come of this visit. The small boy looked up at him, Louis took a sharp intake of breath when he noticed his piercing green eyes and how his face lit up into a wide, dimpled smile when Louis handed him the stuffed animal. Louis introduced himself, the small boy said hello and proudly stated him name for Louis saying, "My names Harold Edward Milward Styles and I’m this many." he held up five fingers and wiggled them in Louis’ face. 

From the moment Harry began talking to Louis, he knew this was the child he’d been searching for. They sat and played with Harry’s little ceramic toys, until the nuns said all the ’visitors’ had to leave and Louis said goodbye to Harry but promised he’d be back for him soon. He remembers Harry looking up at him with those green eyes and saying "It’s okay if you don’t, this was fun. I will remember you Mr. Tomlinson." The small boys words felt like a knife through Louis’ chest, he hadn’t even considered how many times Harry had heard those exact words from one of the hundreds of couples that come in here. Louis just smiled and nodded, leaving the boy alone in the corner again.