Louis wakes up every morning with nightmares still floating around in the back of his head and a empty feeling in his chest. His Mom isn't alive to comfort him anymore and neither is one of his sisters he was closest to, Fizzy. Trauma pushes on him overwhelming amounts of anxiety, which can easily turn into depression. Nobody quite understands him. Fear consumes him at his weakest moments, all he's searching for is home. Harry has come to terms with his functioning anorexia, and wishes his friends would too. He's not going to be magically fixed. He just wants someone to care about him and not pressure him about it, someone who will just listen. That would be enough. ✨whoo that description stressed me out while writing it✨