One Direction One Shots

Bedwetter (No idea the format)

This was a request from louisharry2894

"Good night Harry! Good night Louis! Good night Liam! Good night Zayn!" Niall shouted from upstairs.

"Night Nialler!"

"Goodnight!"

"Don't let the bed bugs bite!"

"Night!"

Niall went into his room, closing the door behind him.

"Well I guess I'll be going to bed now too," Zayn says.

"Same here," Harry says, starting to stand up.

The others nod.

"Goodnight guys."

"Bye!"

Harry and Zayn head upstairs. They brush their teeth, change into some more comfortable attire, etc.

Midnight

Harry shifts in his bed. He suddenly sits up. He shifted more, and realized it. He had wet the bed, and not just wet, soaked it. This is a dream, this has to be a dream! He can't wet himself, everyone's going to hate him and think he's a baby. He hasn't wet himself since he was six years old! He pinches himself, wincing in pain. Oh this was real alright. He looks around, wondering what he should do. He suddenly remembers the spare sheets in his closet. He tiptoes to his closet, hoping no one can hear all his movement from outside, and finds the spare sheet. He takes the wet sheet off, and puts the new one on. His mattress is a bit wet, or a lot, but he'll deal with it.

He spins in circles, wondering what to do with the wet sheets. Someone will surely see it in the laundry machine, and he obviously can't just start a new cycle, someone will hear.

His eyelids droop.

"I'll do something about it later," he mumbles to himself, and throws the wet sheets into the closet.

He falls back onto the bed and goes to sleep.

7 AM:
"Harry?" someone says, tapping his shoulder.

"Mmf," Harry grumbles.

The person chuckles.

"You alright mate, look like you didn't have the best sleep," Harry finally recognizes the voice as Niall's.

"Mm? Y-yea, I'm fine," Harry says, as the memories from the late night come flooding back into his head.

"Well, alright, come down for breakfast soon, 'aight?" Niall says.

Harry nods. As soon as Niall leaves the room, Harry jumps up. He wonders how Niall hadn't smelled... well... it.

Harry knows the others will get suspicious if he doesn't come down soon.

Harry sighs. He takes the wet sheets, throws them into the bathtub, and quickly heads to the kitchen. He'll just make sure to be the first one finished, so he can get back up and wash his sheets.

Or maybe he'll just throw them away. That way there'll be no way someone will find them... probably.

He heads downstairs.

"There he is!" Niall says, grinning.

"Hmm?" Harry says.

"Nothin', just happy you're finally down," Niall says.

Harry just shrugs, and starts to get some pancakes that Liam had made.

Harry shoves the pancakes into his mouth.