I'll Stop the World and Melt With You

Louis eats dinner alone that night, actually, he does every week night. His mum is a nurse and doesn't even go to work until 3:00 in the afternoon, getting off somewheres around 2:00 in the morning. She claims she trusts Louis to watch the girls, but she never left them with him for that long of a time period for no other reason than she worried a lot and figured that it would only add pressure to Louis’ constant mind process. So they went to a babysitter, then when she got off she would go pick them up and tuck them back into their own beds.

Louis’ seventeen, and Jay would feel more comfortable if her son was with someone too, yet, people are weary of babysitting seventeen year old boys with ADD. He had never done anything too drastic proving he doesn't need to be left alone, maybe the occasional meal left in the microwave and the TV remote in the wrong room, and its not that ADD was a real denting disorder, but. She was just a busy mother and it was her job to worry.

Louis’ night was spent trying to finish all his homework, which was as difficult a task as it always had been. Its not that he isn't smart, it's just staying focused on it when there is so many other things too focus on, things that would hold his attention much longer, and do.

(Anemone is swimming weirdly, and curly hair keep crossing his mind, and he wants so desperately to be kissed he transiently wonders if there is a type of prostitution for that.)

The work doesn't get done.

iv.

As weeks pass, Harry sticks inside Louis’ mind, and the spaces of his breathing, and in the chambers of his heart, and in the whines of his breath. It was shocking, to say the least, because Louis is use to having little crushes that come and go as more exciting things learn...

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...ore of…” He trailed off, thinking.

Liam picked up for him, “He has a severe type of ADD, he is actually quite smart.”

Zayn gave Liam a weary look for telling Harry, knowing Louis would already be mad for setting Harry up as his tutor without asking him first, but continued, “Yeah, so we've tried helping Louis- oh thats his name- but we’re all good mates and we end up playing fifa or summat instead, plus we all have our hours in.”

“Louis? Isn't he that lad in the stripes?” Harry paused, smiling and the boys nodded, trying not to hold back their smirks. Harry bit his lip, blushing lightly because hes been watching Louis a bit. “I suppose I could give it a go, yeah?”

Zayn beamed- fucking beamed. “Ill text you where he lives and tell him you're coming. Thanks so much mate, really.”

Harry laughed, writing his number down and handing it to Zayn, “Don't thank me yet.”