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As soon as Louis opened his eyes he knew something was wrong. Something just felt different and he had a weird feeling in his stomach. He slowly let his eyes fall open, blinking to get used to the bright light glowing through the windows. Of course he forgot to close the curtains in the evening.
He let his gaze wander to his clock, digging when he saw that it was not even 7 am.
He closed his eyes again, not wanting to get up yet and turned around to find his boyfriend and cuddle him close to his chest.
That was, when Louis realised what had him feeling so wrong. His hands searched for his boyfriend but where met with empty, cold sheets. He opened his eyes again, frowning when he saw that, indeed Harry wasn’t laying next to him, sleeping peacefully with his curls all splattered over the pillow.
Louis would often make Harry put his hair in some kind of bun or help him braid it so it wouldn’t be in his mouth when spooning him from behind.
He leaned up on his arm, blinking at the empty spot next to him before letting his gaze wander around the room, just to find it empty. It wouldn’t normally worry Louis but his boyfriend normally never woke up before 8:30 am at least and even if, he would cuddle close to him and wait until Louis woke up. So it was quite strange that Harry wasn’t laying beside him right now and had Louis slightly worrying.
He waited a few more moments, trying to listen if Harry had maybe just gone to the bathroom. “Haz?” He called, his voice still raspy and dry from the night. He cleared his throat and propped himself up in bed.
After not hearing anything he pulled the shears away and got up, throwing on some joggers and a jumper in his way out of the room. He noticed it was Harry’s jumper, when he got a sniff his boyfriends smell, smiling to himself he opened the bedroom door.
He first opened the bathroom door, finding it empty and proceeded to check every room of their spacey flat. The living room and the kitchen, Louis office or the guest room were all empty. He knew that Harry hadn’t left the flat, his shoes were still standing where he put them last night and his keys were hanging from their key holder. Leaving Louis to one room left in the flat that he hadn’t looked at yet.
As soon as the realisation hit him, that it was the room, Louis basically ran through the flat to get to it. He burst into the room, coming to a quick halt to take in the sight in front of him.
Harry was laying on the cold floor, even though there was a carpet right next to him and Louis quickly realised he was crying. Small sniffles and whimpers coming from his boyfriend.
“Baby?” He asked with a soft voice, making Harry look up at him. He knew it could only mean one thing that Harry was in their spare room that was equipped with toys and stuffed animals, as well as a bed that had railings to it. The whole room was painted in a soft blue and green, the pastel colours chosen by Harry to soothe him and remind him of him and his boyfriend. Louis let him design the whole room, since Harry should be the one to feel comfortable and calm in here.
Louis presumption that Harry has regressed was confirmed, when he blinked up at Louis and started to cry even more. Letting out a Daddy through his sobs and making grabby hands at him.
Louis approached him and knelt down to him, knowing he had to be gentle and careful when Harry still hadn’t regressed fully to not startled him.
“Hey baby. What’s going on, hmm?” He asked and stroke Harry’s curls, the bun he was wearing over night not existing anymore. He startled to untangle his hair, while Harry pressed his face into Louis stomach, clinging onto him like a lifeline. He shushed him quietly until he saw what had Harry so worked up. His Pyjama pants were completely soaked from wetting himself and Louis scolded himself for not seeing it immediately.
“My poor baby, c’mon let’s get you all cleaned up.” Louis spoke and stood up, managing to not let go of Harry and have him on his hip when he was fully stood. The younger boy immediately hid his face in the crook of Louis neck, rubbing his nose against him still letting out tears. Louis couldn’t care less that the wetness of Harry’s pants were soaking him now as well. The only that that cared right now was making sure Harry felt comfortable and turned happy again. He walked into their bathroom, grabbing a nappy and rash cream on their way out. He quietly talked to Harry, knowing that it comforted him to hear his voice.
“How about a bath hmm?” He hummed, “get you all squishy clean.”
“Daddy.” Harry answered and Louis just took it as a yes.
Sometimes, when Harry regressed and hadn’t settled for an age yet, it was hard for him to understand anything really. Harry explained that it was like honey in your head. Everything was slower and slurred together.
Louis plugged the tub and started the water, and then grabbed a towel to put it on the floor. He laid Harry down next who fussed when he had to let go of Louis. “Shh, it’s alright. Just want to get you out of your clothes. M’here.” Louis spoke gentle, knew to be gentle with Harry. He carefully grabbed Harry’s arms and unwinded them from his neck. “My good boy, love you so much.” He praises and gave Harry a kiss on the nose. He pulled his pants down that stick uncomfortably to Harry’s thighs. He grabbed some wet wipes and cleaned him, being efficient and ignoring Harry’s whimpers when he wiped around his private area.
Louis stood up with him again grabbing their basket full of bath bombs.
“Haz, baby. Look. D’you wanna choose one?” He rocked him a little bit to get his attention and smiled when Harry looked at the basket.
His hand stopped in the air and he blinked down at it and then to Louis. “Yeah, go on. Take two if you want.” That seemed to make it a little bit easier for him and he carefully took a pink one, looking questionably up at Louis. He nodded at him with a smile and Harry seemed satisfied with that, turning to pick another one. He grabbed a white, milky one with golden glitter.
Louis knew that’d be a bitch to get out later but he nodded anyway when Harry looked at him again, as if asking him if his decision is okay. “Good Boy.” He kissed Harry’s temple, managing to get a smile out of his boy this time.
He let Harry drop the bath bombs after he turned of the tab and they watched how the water turned into a milky pink with gold glitter.
“Looks beautiful baby, right?” He asks quietly and Harry nods against his neck, where he had his head rested on Louis’ shoulder.
“Let’s get you in then.” Harry started to fuss at that, squirming in Louis grip and whimpering. “Harry.” He warned, putting an edge to his voice.
“Stop it, Harry. You normally love bath time.” It’s true. Harry loved it. Loved getting his hair washed and his scalp massaged. “If you don’t stop it now Harry you’re going into time out after your bath.“
“Daddy, nghh .” Harry kept on squirming for a few more seconds but then stopped so Louis was able to put him in the water. The fact that Harry hadn’t said anything except Daddy and just gave sounds from him, tell Louis that he was in a very young headspace.
“My good baby. Good boy, doing so good.” He had tested the water earlier, to make sure that it wasn’t so hot and had the perfect temperature.
Harry, who had let go of Louis was now looking up at him, big doe eyes that were red rimmed from all the crying.
Harry mustered Louis for a while before he lifted his hand and tugged on Louis shirt.
“No Haz, I’m not going in with you.” He answered Harry’s unspoken question, making Harry pout. “It’s alright, yeah? Gonna wash you and after that we can get you your bottle and some nana.”
Harry seemed alright with that, letting go of the jumper and putting his hand down in the water.
Louis kept on mumbling to Harry, while he grabbed the cup that was standing on the edge of their tub and filled it with water. He made sure to hold Harry’s neck while he poured the water on the long hair, being careful of his eyes.
He grabbed Harry’s strawberry shampoo and coated his hands with it, gently rubbing it in. Harry basically purred at that, his eyes closing as he started to relax. Louis smiled at that, relieved to see his boyfriend not so stressed anymore. He knew that this would help Harry settle more.
“Gonna wash it out now baby. Keep your eyes closed.” He grabbed the cup again and poured water over Harry’s hair, getting rid of all the bubbles.
“Good boy Haz. Doing so well, almost done.” He waited until Harry had opened his eyes again and Louis was sure that he supported his head on his own again before grabbing Harry’s loofa.
He squirted some shampoo in it and started to wash Harry’s body, once again ignoring Harry’s whined protest when he cleaned around his crotch.
“So good for me Haz baby. ‘m gonna grab a towel now.” Louis turned around, grabbing a hooded frog towel. Harry made grabby hands at it as soon as he saw that Louis was holding it. Louis chuckled and stood up from his kneeling position. “Wait a second, gonna have to get you out first.” He turned around to put the towel onto a cupboard.
“No, no, no Haz baby, wait!” Louis grabbed Harry when he saw that he was trying to get out of the tub. Harry was on normal days the clumsiness in person, Louis’ not sure he’s ever met someone clumsier as his boyfriend. Harry, when he was in his headspace especially one as young as Louis thinks he is right now, can sometimes barely walk on his own. He had to learn that the hard way.
“There you go. You know not to get out on your own baby.” He scolded, making Harry pout while he lifted him out of the water.
“Daddy.” Harry leaned forward to the towel and Louis quickly pulled it over his head, which was harder with one hand than he thought.
The smile, Harry had when it was on though made it worth it.
“Cutest frog I’ve ever seen.” He smiled, pampering Harry’s face with kisses.
The younger lad smiled, hiding himself in the crook of Louis neck.
“Gonna put you in a nappy now okay?” Harry nodded into Louis neck.
He put him down on the towel that was lying on the floor and grabbed the rash cream. Harry’s thighs were already a little bit red from earlier and Louis squirted a good amount onto his left palm.
Harry was quietly laying on the floor, his head turned to the side as Louis noticed that he had his thumb in his mouth. Louis let it slide, knowing that his hands were clean from the bath he just took. He put a mental reminder to give him a pacifier. His legs were spread to the side, making it easy for Louis to apply the cream.
Harry still tried to squirm away, starting a fuss when Louis applied the cream. “It’s cold, I know baby. I’m sorry. But we don’t want you get a bad rash.” He soothed but made sure to make quick work. He didn’t want to work Harry up more.
As soon as the cream was applied, Louis grabbed the nappy and put it on Harry. “There you go, all done. Now let’s get you dressed huh?” Harry didn’t answer, of course not just looked up at Louis blinked. Louis hoisted Harry up from the floor and walked to the crib with him.
“Stay here bubs, I’ll get you a nice onesie.” He put him down on the changing table, something they had specifically made so it would fit Harry’s size.
“Here,” Louis pulled Harry’s thumb out of his mouth, making him whine and quickly grabbed a purple pacifier. Harry immediately opened his mouth when he felt the tip against his lip, sucking on it lazily.
Louis watched Harry with a fond look for a moment, overwhelmed with all the love he felt for him.
Clothes, right. He opened the dresser and pulled out a onesie and some fuzzy socks. He then proceeded to grab a hair brush and some hair ties as well as Harry’s favourite plushie from the bed.
He turned around when he heard that Harry had startet to cry again. Louis was quickly by his side, caressing his face and wiping the tears away.
“What’s it baby?” He asked worriedly, looking if he somehow hurt himself, which didn’t seem to be the case. Harry didn’t stop crying, loud sobs escaping his mouth as he lifted his arms.
Louis helped him sit up, the younger boy immediately wrapped his arms around Louis.
“I’m right here. Just picked some clothes for you.” Louis pulled a little bit away from Harry’s grip and wiped more tears away.
“Haz baby, can you tell me how old you are?” Normally, Harry was almost always able to tell Louis. Weather it was by holding up his fingers or telling him with his voice. He always did it. This time though, Harry only whimpered and pressed his face in louis chest again.
“Alright, that’s okay. Let’s get you all dry and in some comfy clothes.” Louis started by drying Harry’s hair, rubbing the head of the towel over it with his finger tips.
Once, he deemed it dry enough he put the head down, grabbing the towel to pull it over Harry. His boy didn’t seem to like that though, pressing himself closer to Louis and holding onto the fabric.
“Haz, no. You’re gonna get sick if I don’t put you in some clothes and we don’t want that, do we? Look I even chose your teddy bear onesie. You love that one don’t you?”
It, at least was one of Louis’ favourite because it had little ears attached to the hood making Harry look even cuter.
Louis knew to be patient on days like these so he waited for Harry to calm down until he was able to pull the towel over him. He put Harry in the onesie, closing the buttons and pulling on the socks. “Look at my baby.” He cooed, before he grabbed the hairbrush.
Harry yawned again and Louis knew that he probably would fall asleep as soon as he had something to eat. This would give louis enough time to clean the bath and the floor of the room they were in right now.
Once Harry’s hair was brushed through and completely entangled, he walked with him into their bedroom, putting him down on the bed were he quickly braided Harry’s long hair.
“Here babe, Daddy’s just gonna change his clothes quickly. Can you wait here?” Louis asked gently while giving him his stuffie, waiting for Harry’s response.
He was glad when the younger boy nodded around his pacifier. He gave him a peck on the forehead and opened their closet. His clothes were wet and Louis knew he needed to shower but that’ll do for the moment.
He put on a new pair of pants and sweats with a simple shirt and walked out to Harry again.
The boy was curled on himself, lazily sucking on his pacifier and rubbing the soft fur of the stuffed animal against his face. His eyes were drooping and Louis carefully approached him.
“Do you wanna stay here while I get your breakfast ready? Or d’you Wanna come with daddy?” In the beginning, it was weird for Louis to address himself as daddy. It was never weird when Harry did it, Louis loved it, had always loved it but doing it himself felt strange at first. He got used to it though.
He smiled when Harry let out a small Daddy and lifted him to his hip again.
Louis cooed to Harry on their way to the kitchen, trying to get Harry to stay awake and not immediately fall asleep.
“Can you sit on the counter or should I put you in your seat?” He asked more to himself than Harry but the younger boy wouldn’t answer anyway.
Normally Harry was pretty chatty, always babbling something and giggling so louis decided to put him in his high chair so that he wouldn’t have to worry for Harry falling down the counter.
“Good boy.” He mumbled why putting him down, making sure Harry could see him the whole time.
“I think we’re gonna have breakfast in your bed bubs. So that you can rest after that.” He explained, knowing not to use the word nap because Harry hated it.
He mashed some bananas and drizzled some cashew butter over it. After that he heated some oat milk and put some honey in it. In the beginning they used cow milk, but quickly stopped when Harry’s body didn’t tolerate it, leaving him with cramps and even throwing up.
He walked over to Harry who was watching Louis’ every move and lifted his arms as soon as Louis approached him. He tilted his head to the side and Louis smiled.
“Yeah, we’re gonna go eat brekkie now.” Louis put Harry on his hip again and grabbed the bottle as well as the bowl with the banana in it before walking them into the crib.
He put down the bottle and the bowl before pulling back the duvet and sitting down with Harry.
He dragged Harry into a position where he was laying across Louis, his neck supported by Louis arm.
They loved this. Sitting this close to each other, Harry being able to look up at Louis and hold onto him and Louis getting to watch Harry and take care of him in every way possible. Sometimes, this feels more intimate then anything else they do together.
“Nanas first and then you can have your bottle a’right?” Louis grabbed the bowl with the mashed banana in it. He hoisted Harry a little bit more up, so that he wouldn’t choke on it and grabbed Harry’s pacifier.
“Gonna have to let go of that bubs.” Harry frowned but let Louis pull out the pacifier after giving it a few more sucks. “Good boy.” Louis praised and filled a spoon with the banana.
He held it against Harry’s lips until he eventually opened his mouth and took in the mash. Harry’s tongue was still hanging out when Louis pulled the spoon away and he looked up at Louis confused.
It took some time for Louis to realise that Harry didn’t know what to do with the substance in his mouth and he frowned. “Love you need to swallow it, like your milk.” Louis gently grabbed Harry’s jaw and pushed it up, so that he would close his mouth. Harry scrunched his nose at that, starting to shake his head and crying.
“Shh, no. It’s okay, you’re okay.” Louis soothed, rocking Harry with the arm where his head was laying and grabbing a few tissues from the bedside table. “You’re alright bubs, it’s okay. Here spit it out.” Louis helped Harry to get the mashed banana out of his mouth and started to whisper comforting words at him.
That was new. That never happened before and Louis didn’t really know what that means. He grabbed the bottle and held it against Harry’s lips then, hoping he knew what to do with that.
Harry closed his lips around the nub and startled to suckle on it lightly, his tears slowly stopping. Louis relaxed when he saw Harry swallow down the liquid and gave Harry a few kisses on the forehead. He whispered soothing words to him, praising him and telling him how good he is. Harry drank slowly, slower than usual, which was good since he almost all the time drinks to fast, leaving him with a tummy ache after swallowing too much air.
Louis watched him fondly, Harry’s hand having grabbed the arm that was holding the bottle, just holding onto it.
He noticed that halfway through the bottle, Harry’s eyes were slowly falling down and the the sucking on the bottle got slower and lighter. When he was barely sucking anymore, Louis pulled the bottle out slowly, so not to startle him. He replaced the bottle with Harry’s pacifier.
Not long after that Harry was fast asleep and Louis carefully put him down onto the bed. He then grabbed the mittens they had in the bedside table and put them on Harry’s hands, knowing he sometimes had a tendency to scratch himself when he was feeling upset.
He grabbed some of Harry’s wet wipes and cleaned the spot on the floor where he found Harry. A look to his phone told him that it was just 10 am.
The last thing he did was put on the baby monitor next to Harry and grab the other and took it with him.
He got rid of the mashed banana, knowing Harry wouldn’t eat it anymore and then walked into their bathroom.
He quickly unplugged the tub and started a load of laundry with Harry’s pants, chugging his in there as well. Once everything was clean, he started the shower. He made quick work of cleaning himself, knowing that Harry wouldn’t sleep that long and that he wanted to eat something before he woke up.
Louis dried his hair while walking into the bedroom, grabbing his third set of joggers and T-shirt for this day. He quickly put them on, while listening to Harry’s breathing the whole time.
It was then, that he started to ask himself why Harry regressed in the first place. Sometimes, they would plan it and Louis would help Harry through it but Harry only regressed on his own when something was stressing him a lot and since he had regressed into such a young headspace, Louis assumed it was something big.
He knew he had to ask his boyfriend soon. Had to talk with him about everything but he knew not to push Harry out of his head space, knowing that could lead to a drop.
Once, Louis was done with his breakfast he heard rustling through the baby monitor. Harry was a quiet and calm sleeper, barely even moved so he was probably waking up now.
He waited a few moments, cleaning the kitchen and putting away the used dishes.
Louis walked through the flat until he reached the room. He silently opened the door, finding Harry sitting up in the middle of the bed with tears streaming down his face.
Louis sighed, feeling sorry for his boyfriend. He hated when he didn’t know what to do to help him. Harry silently held his arms up and Louis didn’t bat an eyelash before putting down the railing and climbing into bed to Harry.
“Hey bubs.” He whispered and helped Harry lay on top of him. His legs on either side of Louis thighs and his head resting on Louis chest. Louis pulled the sheets over them again and started to gently scrap Harry’s scalp. Alternating between wiping the tears from his blotchy face.
“My poor baby.” He mumbled into Harry’s hair, letting his hands wander to his back stroking it gently. Harry sniffled and Louis knew that he was slowly calming down.
He slowly went lower and lower, feeling Harry’s nappy to see if he wet himself. He tried to make it so that Harry didn’t notice. When he felt that the nappy was full, he waited a few more moments before standing up with Harry.
“Gonna change you okay bubs?” Louis put him down on the table and quickly undressed him. He hummed to Harry, glad that he didn’t start a fuss when Louis opened the nappy and cleaned him. He only whimpered at the coldness of the wet wipes and the cream louis used but besides that, stayed calm.
“My good boy. My perfect baby. Love you so much.” Louis praised him, kissing the top of Harry’s pacifier.
He rocked Harry on his hip while going with him into the living room, picking up a few things on his way. Louis didn’t stop talking to Harry the whole time, gentle words of love and praise.
Walking into the kitchen again, Louis managed to fill a sippy cup with juice and heated up another bottle, this time putting in protein powder so that Harry would get some nutritions. Louis quietly hummed a song into Harry’s ears, rocking him on his hip. The younger boy had his head rested on Louis shoulder, still not fully awake but content to have his daddy with him.
When Louis was done preparing everything he walked them into the living room. Sitting down on the couch he spread a throw blanket over them, since Harry easily got cold. Their body’s were pressed together and Louis easily started to stroke Harry’s back.
Harry’s hands that were still in the mittens were pressed between them and Louis could feel the top pacifier pressing against his throat in the rhythm of Harry’s sucking.
“You’re not planning on moving hmm baby boy?” Louis asked and Harry answered by nuzzling closer to him. “Yeah, thought so. But m’gonna give you your bottle now.” Louis spoke softly and manoeuvred Harry that he was laying across his legs again.
The younger boy tiredly blinked up at Louis. Louis smiled back at him, caressing the features of his face. After a while he grabbed the bottle and gave it a shake before grabbing Harry’s pacifier.
“Thank you baby.” He smiled when Harry let it easily slide out of his mouth and Louis was quick to replace it with the nub of the bottle.
“I’ve put vanilla protein powder in it bubs. That’s why it tastes different.” Louis explained when Harry frowned at the first taste. “If you don’t like it we can try the nanas again.” Louis offered but Harry seemed to be fine with the milk Louis gave him, drinking it slowly.
“What do we want to do after that? Maybe watch a movie and cuddle? Yeah that sounds good doesn’t it?” Harry closed his eyes again, his hands around Louis’ arm that was holding the bottle.
“Stay awake Haz baby. You need to drink the whole bottle.” Louis rocked him a little, making Harry groan as he blinked his eyes open again.
They ended up camping out on their big couch, Louis getting all the things they would need such as nappy’s and cream so that Harry wouldn’t have to move.
Halfway through the movie- tangled, Harry’s favourite movie at the moment- Harry was already asleep again. Louis didn’t mind, let him sleep since he was a lot younger than usual and probably needed it. He just hoped that he wouldn’t stay awake for the whole night.
Louis paused the movie and carefully laid Harry down from where he was laying on him. He started by cleaning some stuff around them, throwing things away in the kitchen and making himself some lunch.
While he ate, he answered some of his texts and ordered a few things they needed.
He knew they had to go grocery shopping soon and he hoped that Harry wouldn’t stay too long in his headspace. If, he would just have to ask Liam or Zayn to pick up some things for them.
Harry woke up midst Louis changing him, kicking his legs out at the coldness.
“It’s alright bubs, almost done. Be good.” Louis mumbled, putting rash cream everywhere and closing the nappy. He buttoned Harry’s onesie again and helped him climb onto his lap. Louis grabbed Harry’s hands, kissing them over the mittens. Harry watched him and then puckered his lips, silently asking for a kiss. Louis kissed the top of his pacifier and then his nose making Harry let out a content sigh.
“You’re my good boy. I love you so much. So, so much.” Louis spoke softly to Harry who let himself fall forward at that, pressing himself close to Louis.
“Daddy.” He mumbled out and Louis knew what it meant. Knew that it meant all the I love yous and everything Harry wanted to say but couldn’t right now.
He pressed another kiss to his boys temple and rocked him a little bit. “Do you wanna watch the rest of Tangled bubs? And after that I think it’s time for dinner. And then we can go cuddle in bed. Does that sound good?” Louis guessed that at the moment Harry wouldn’t make it past 8 pm.
Harry didn’t give him a verbal answer, just tilted his head in a way that he could look at their tv. Louis started the movie again and watched it silently with Harry, whispering the lyrics to the songs he knew by heart now in his ear.
Harry grabbed his hair when they came to the point where Flynn cut Rapunzels off. The younger boy had a strange fear of someone cutting his hair without his consent, something Louis would obviously never allow but the fear was there.
“Yeah, you have long beautiful hair baby. gonna grow it all the way down. No ones gonna cut it bubs.” He soothed and Harry made an agreeing sound.
“Haz bubs,” Louis started when the movie was over and paused the end credits. “I’m gonna go to kitchen now and prepare your bottle okay? And you’re gonna wait here. I’m not gonna take long.” Louis pointed to the kitchen, glad that it was connected to the living room and open, instead of a separate room.
“Can you do that for me?” Harry looked up at him, his brows furrowed together and lips formed into a pout around the pacifier. He eventually nodded and Louis gently put him down from his lap before standing up and quickly preparing everything.
He could feel Harry watch him the whole time. They talked about this and Harry said he sometimes is scared that Louis would leave him when in his headspace. Of course, he knew that it was ridiculous, that Louis would never leave him especially not when feeling so vulnerable but little Harry didn’t know that.
Louis tried to be as quick as possible and walked back to Harry as soon as he was finished.
They positioned each other again, and Louis fed Harry his bottle. The younger boys eyes already started to droop halfway through the bottle and by the end, he could barely hold them open. Little sighs were escaping Harry’s mouth and Louis was careful not to rumble him too much when he stood up with him.
“We’re just gonna quickly brush your teeth bubs and after that we’ll go cuddle again.” He sat Harry down on the counter of the sink and grabbed the pink toothbrush that was extra soft.
Harry’s mouth was basically slack when Louis pulled out the pacifier and he let Louis easily scrub his mouth.
“Okay baby spit out.” Harry did as he was told and rinsed his mouth with water afterwards.
“Soo Good Baby, thank you.” Louis soothed the pacifier back into his mouth and carried him into the crib.
Harry let out a big yawn so Louis laid him down on the bed instead of the changing table.
“I’ll grab a fresh nappy and something to wear to bed for you Okay? You can sleep if you want.” Louis grabbed everything he needed and gently undressed Harry from the onesie. He opened the mittens and massaged Harry’s wrist and fingers gently before laying his hands to the side and starting on the nappy. Once that was done, he put him in a lighter onesie in a pastel blue with clouds on it and gave Harry a matching pacifier.
He put on new socks and lastly put the mittens back on his hands.
Harry was still awake by the time Louis had him under the sheets so he laid down next to him, on top of the duvet.
When Harry saw that, he started to whine, pulling on the blankets. He knew it meant that Louis wasn’t staying with him and Louis knew that Harry didn’t like it. But he still had to clean the living room and eat something for dinner as well.
He pulled Harry to his chest so that he was spooning him, his arms holding Harry’s to his chest so that the younger boy couldn’t move them anymore. Louis hushed him when he weakly kicked his legs out. “You’re alright baby. Try to fall asleep. I promise, when you wake up I’ll be here.“ He hushed him for a few more minutes until he could feel him relax. His breathing going slower. Louis knew he was asleep so he carefully untangled himself from Harry and put on the baby monitor before leaving the room.
He heated up the oven and put a pizza in it while cleaning their nest in the living room. The baby monitor constantly by his side so he could hear the breathing from Harry.
It relaxed him to know that Harry was content in the moment.
He put on the tv, watching an old episode of goggle box while munching his pizza. The baby monitor still right by his side.
Louis felt exhausted from the day, the worry of why Harry regressed still present and he hoped his boy felt better in the morning.
As soon as he was finished he cleaned his plate and made himself ready for bed.
They never slept well when on their own so the normally slept in the crib when Harry had regressed since the normal bedroom made Harry feel uneasy.
Louis quietly stepped into the room, the light that Harry always slept with making it easy for him to find his way into the bed. He pulled up the railing once he was laying next to Harry and pulled his baby closer to his chest.
Louis loved him, more than anything in the world and he’d do everything for Harry. Taking care of Harry like that, was something special and he was glad that he could do that for Harry. That the younger boy trusted Louis so much that he gave everything to Louis, even the responsibility that he ate enough meant a lot to Louis. And he valued it.
He just hoped that his boy would feel better in the morning.