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accident in bed - fluffy

summary-harry has an accident in bed while he's asleep thinking he had a nappy on in his dream.

-Louis' pov

I lay in bed with a soft and warm body pressed against my chest. I've woken up to some miner moving about the bed and mumbles of harrys. I'm not upset about it, I'm quite used to it and fond of it, I just dont know why I can't fall back asleep like i normally do when i wake up to these kinds of things. I have a weird heavy feeling inside me, not letting me fall back asleep, the kind of the feeling when you know something is wrong but you don't know what quite it is yet.

I run a gentle hand through harrys curly locks and lean my head down to place a soft kiss to his forehead before resting my head atop his.

Harry shifts his body impossibly closser to my own, squeezeing his arms tighter around my torso and nudging one leg inbetween my two, to intertwine our legs together. He still mumbles incoherent nonsense in his dreams making me fondly smile down at the love of my life while he sleeps peacefully with his face smothered into my bare chest.

Harry eventually glides his small hand over to his face, and places his thumb into his mouth. I notice right away as it happens, knowing it's a bad habit of his that he still holds onto but also knowing that it's not good for him and he needs a dummy to replace his thumb.

I reach my arm as far as I can over to the nightstand on the side of our bed. I keep my other arm securely, holding harry tightly to my chest to try and not let him move too much, not wanting him to wake up.

As I realize my arm is definitely too short to reach the nightstand (not because my entire body is short but because we're in the middle of a king sized bed, ofcourse) I shuffle over to the right a little with harry still attached to me, trying to reach one of the drawers that I know some clean dummys are in. I finally reach the drawer, pulling the handle and opening the small drawer. I reach in and pull out a baby pink dummy with white hearts that i know is one of harrys favorites.

I relax back onto the soft, memory foam mattress and begin to slowly take harrys thumb out of his mouth. As it finally slips out, harry mumbles some cute angry words that I can't understand but I do understand that he wants his thumb back and isn't too pleased about it being taken away from him.

I slip the dummy into his mouth, feeling his body relax completely into mine again. I place my index finger into the little ring of his dummy, leaving it there and feeling my finger go back and forth as my baby sucks on the comforting object.

I know Harry's not in his headspace and not little right now but I figured the dummy hopefully wouldn't make him slip into it. As much as I would love to take care of a little harry right now, I know that if he slipped into his headspace tonight it would he hard to get him out of it so early in the morning because we have an interview with all the lads at seven in the morning to promote some new music we have recently recorded.

Me and harry recently started the whole 'daddy-little' and 'headspace' thing because originally I had found out about it through the internet and I knew that for one I would love it, to get to fully take care of harry and for two, because it relives stress, we all know harry has alot of that, I mean it's hard to join a worldwide boy band at his current age of seventeen and leave his family for long periods of time.

As we have both been lying in bed for a good half an hour, I feel harry start to still again. He shifts his lower half against my thigh, clutching onto my bicep with one of his tiny hands while mumbling "mm" around his dummy.

As harry shifts his legs once more I start to feel my leg warm up, I lie in my spot, thinking harrys just really warn and then that's when I realize it, the warmness is wet.

I reach back over to the night stand to turn on the small lamp before pulling the covers and sheets up, off of mine and harrys bodys. I look towards harrys crotch and my leg, noticing their both very wet. Harry must've thought he had a nappy on in his sleep.

"baby" I mumble to harry, starting to untangle myself from his limbs. I'm not mad that he wet the bed whatsoever, I just know that we need to get this cleaned up quickly and harry needs to wake up so I clean him off too.

"harry... babylove" I tell him again, a little louder. I step out of the bed, leaning over harrys body from beside him and running my hands over his little tummy. "haz, cmon you need to wake up lovely" I say using a normal talking voice now and watching as he moans, placing his hands up to his face and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

"mmlou is it morning all ready" harry mumbles up to me, still with his eyes covered by his hands. I run a gentle hand through his hair as I begin to tell him, "no baby, we need to get up though"

I tell him gently not wanting him to freak out about his little accident in our bed. "nooo sleepy" harry looks up to me with his beautiful emerald eyes filled with sleep. "love, you had an accident and we need to clean it up" I tell him gently again. His eyes immediately shoot out wide as he flings the blanket off his body and looks down to his crotch.

I don't give him too much time to dwell on the situation as I scoop him up off the bed, into my arms and place him on my hip to carry him to our bathroom inside the bedroom, not caring if more pee gets on me.

Harry spits out his dummy, into his hand, placing it onto the bathroom counter before he begins to speak. "Lou I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I think I thought that I had a nappy on like I normally do but I didn't. I'm so sorry, oh no it got on you too, I'm sorry lou" harry rambles on with tears threatening to spill out of his beautiful orbs that the world calls 'eyes' and making me immediately feel bad for my poor boyfriend.

"Haz" I stop his rambling with a soft kiss to his plump lips. I set him down so he can stand on his own pair of feet, "its okay love, well get cleaned up then we'll get ready for the interview this morning, and all will be good, you certainly don't need to apologize to me for anything, I'm not mad or upset, it's all okay" I tell him, looking into his teary eyes.

"I love you" he attacks me into a bear hug as he wraps his arms around my neck and kisses my shoulder blade repeatedly.

"I love you so very much too, love" I tell him, giving my sweet boy a tight squeeze before letting go.

"Now how about a nice and warm shower, baby" he nods eagerly and begins to take off his over-sized shirt which is actually mine that he stole from our combined closet but i dont mind because hes cute in it and he pulls off his boxers afterwards.

"You wait here and find some pretty towels haz" I say to him, starting to walk out of the bathroom and back into our bedroom. "nooo" harry whines from behind me, I turn around to see his pouting face. "your not going to shower with me?" He continues, tearing up once again.

"oh baby, ofcourse I am, I just need to strip the bed real quickly and put them in the wash but then I'll be right back to shower with you, okay?" He nods with a fond smile, starting to pull out some 'pretty towels' as he calls the towels and placing them onto the counter for us to use.

I quickly like promised, strip the bed, running down stairs only in wet boxers to throw them in the wash and then running back up to meet harry in the bathroom again. I see he has started the shower so I quickly take my own boxers off and lead him into the large shower.

Me and harry stand under the hot water, sighing as we warm up our body's. "Loulou can you wash my hair" harry asks after a second and I instantly nod with an "of course baby" as I grab the strawberry shampoo bottle and pouring some into my hand.

I gently run my hands through harrys hair, lightly scratching at his scalp and watching as he melts into my hands, practically purring from the touch, repeating the process with conditioner afterwards. We both take extra long, washing hair and eachothers bodies and giving sweet kisses under the now warm water.

"Okay babyboy" I pat his naked bum and turn off the water, opening the curtains and placing a firm hand to my love's lower back to lead him back out of the shower.

I grab one of the towels off the counter and wrap it around harry small frame, watching on fondly as he giggles and plants a sweet kiss to my lips.

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Welp... I'm back to give you this :)

I hope you guys like it but can I pretty please get some honest feed back on my oneshots?

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