One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

Harry is hit in the crotch.

You were a wild sleeper. You always were; it was just normal for you. So, in the middle of the night, when you were doing your normal twists and turns, it wasn't uncommon that you accidently hit Harry in the you-know-where.

"Ow!" he exclaimed. "Angel, don't do that!"

"Do what?" you inquired groggily.

It was too late though as you heard a thud. You glanced over to see not what you expected—nothing.

What? That's weird. I know I just heard Harry say something.

"Geez, that hurts," you heard someone say.

You peered over the edge of the bed and tried not to burst into laughter at the sight: Harry on the ground holding his crotch in pain.

Hahahaha. Did I do that? What happened? This is too much.

You couldn't hold it in anymore, bursting into laughter.

"Problems, Haz? Can I help you?" you inquired sarcastically.

"Um, yeah. You kicked me in your sleep," he informed you. "And it hurts-a lot."

Oh, my. My poor boyfriend.

"Can I help you up?" you asked seriously.

"No, let me take a minute."

"Okay."

 At least I could get him an ice pack.

You did and handed it to him to recover.

"Thanks," he mumbled.

"Sure," you smiled.

He was eventually okay and you went back to sleep.

However, to his-even more-misfortune, in the middle of the night, you kept twisting and turning like an acrobat again—this time even more violently. Unfortunately, as you swung around to switch the side you were sleeping on, you jabbed Harry's crotch with your foot once more—even harder.

"Ow! Geez! What the hey, Angel?! What gives?!" he mumbled as he comforted the area.

"Sorry," you mumbled groggily, already guessing at what happened.

You were jerked away when he began to puke though.

 Wait. What?! Did he just throw up all over?

You question was answered when he threw up a second time.

Oh, no. Great. This is lovely; everything is going chaotic. You thought with great sarcasm.

You sighed and sat up in the bed as you rubbed Harry's back until he ceased puking his guts out.

"Are you okay; are you sick? What happened?" you fired with questions.

He responded, "I'm fine. That just really hurt. Sometimes I throw up when it's too much pain."

Aww... I didn't mean to do that; I'm so sorry.

He read the look on your face and pulled you into him.

"It's alright, love. I know you didn't mean it. I'm fine—just a bit sore now."

You nodded, still feeling guilty. He smiled and pecked your cheek.

"I'm fine. Let's go back to sleep, yeah?"

"Alright," you stated.

He cuddled you and you both fell asleep again-in each others perfect arms. (Even though half of that may have been just so you didn't hit him again.)

Thanks for reading this! I like writing it for some weird reason. Should I do the other boys?