Louis eats dinner alone that night, in fact, he does it every night of the week. Her mother is a nurse and doesn't even go to work until 3 p.m. and gets off around 2 a.m. She claims she trusts Louis to watch over the girls, but she never left them with him for that long for no reason other than she was very worried and thought it would only add pressure to the process constant mentality of Louis. So they went to a babysitter's house, and then when she came down, she would pick them up and tuck them into their own bed. Louis is seventeen, and Jay would feel more comfortable if his son was with someone too, yet people are tired. to look after seventeen year old boys with ADD. He'd never done anything too drastic to prove he didn't need to be left alone, maybe an occasional meal left in the microwave and the TV remote in the wrong room, and this wasn't that ADD was a real humping disorder, but. She was just a busy mom 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 had always been. It's not that he's not intelligent, he just stays focused on that when there are so many other things he's focused on, things that would hold his attention much longer, and which do it. (Anemone swims funny and curly hair keeps crossing his mind, and he wants to be kissed so desperately that he momentarily wonders if there's some kind of prostitution for that.) The job isn't done. iv. As the weeks pass, Harry remains in Louis' mind, and the spaces of his breathing, and in the chambers of his heart, and in the moans of his breathing. It was shocking to say the least, because Louis is used to having little crushes that come and go as more exciting things learn... middle of paper... ore of..." He trailed off, reflective. .Liam interjected for him, "He has a severe type of ADD, he's actually quite intelligent." Zayn gave Liam a weary look for telling Harry, knowing that Louis would already be angry for choosing Harry as his guardian without asking him first. , but continued: "Yeah, so we tried to help Louis - oh, that's his name - but we're all good friends and we end up playing Fifa or Summat instead, and besides we all spend our hours.” "Louis? Isn't that striped boy? Harry paused, smiling and the boys nodded, trying not to hold back their smirks. Harry bit his lip, blushing slightly because he was watching a little. Louis. “I guess I could try, yeah?” Zayn beamed – fucking beamed. “I’ll message you where he lives and tell him you’re coming, really.” writing down his number and handing it to Zayn, "Don't thank me yet..”