harry centric, sidemen oneshots

Overwhelmed

ship: JJ x Harry
summary: Harry gets overwhelmed whilst editing a video and JJ helps him calm down
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Harry was tired to say the least. And annoyed. And stressed. And his clothes were far too scratchy for his sensitive skin to bare. But he ignored all of that, because he needed to get this video out by the next day, he had promised the fans that it would be out today, so he needed to finish off this last bit of editing. He didn't want to let the fans down as they've been waiting for a new video for a while now. But a particular part of the video he was editing, was really beginning to frustrate him. He'd gone over it time and time again, and something was wrong with it. He just didn't know what. Maybe it was the Text Font? Nope, he'd spent ages sorting the font to ensure that it was perfect. Maybe the brightness on his computer was making it look weird? he turned it down, re-watching the clip over and over again. Nope, still wrong. He tried everything he could think of. Cutting the clip, adjusting the position, changing the volume, simply just analysing the content, but nothing was working, it was still just wrong! "Ugh, this stupid jumper!" he groaned, ripping it off of his body so he was left in only a white t-shirt, it was getting way too itchy for his liking, especially on the cuffs, god how he hated when they dug into his skin. Plus he was also hot, so taking that off relieved some of the heat. "Okay, please work" he coaxed, hoping that somehow he could just tell it to work and suddenly everything would be right. But sadly, the world simply didn't work like that, so it stayed the same. Harry groaned even louder, slamming a fist on the table. Though, the waves of force through the desk clearly vibrated up the empty glass he had there, and it wobbled, toppling over and smashing against the bottom of his gaming chair. The boy cringed at the harsh sound, and looked down, seeing four or five large shards of glass, letting out an exasperated sigh before angrily picking them up, not caring about injuring himself on the sharp edges, placing them back on the desk and sitting there for a moment. His brain contemplated for a second whether to act out on his anger and this uncomfortable feeling he was having, and the thoughts gave in too quickly.

Harry's hands met the edge of the desk, aggressively pushing his chair away and making a loud bang when it fell and hit the floor, having slightly lifted up, and he let out an annoyed yell. "Why won't you fucking work! What the fuck is wrong with this stupid thing?!" he shouted, standing up out of his chair. A wave of discomfort ran through his body, as if he needed to itch underneath his skin, and he needed it to go away, now. The man began pacing his room, scratching his arms in attempt to stop the annoying itching sensation, and waving his hands around dramatically to try and regulate this discomfort, letting out hums and grunts to express how uncomfortable he was. Soon, these waving motions became his hands balled into fists, shaking slightly as his brain shouted at him. It's your fault, the stupid video won't work because you can't edit it, you can't you can't you can't. It taunted him, making anger burn inside him. It was so against him and he didn't know what to do. But he knew one thing. It was right. He began chanting the thoughts out loud in variations, "I can't I can't I can't I can't do it I can't I FUCKING CAN'T!! I can't" he muttered to himself, yelling loudly before going back to mumbling about his problems .

JJ, being in the next room, of course heard the chaos through the thin walls, and he jumped out of his bed, rushing over to Harry's room and knocking on the door. "Hazza? You good?" he asked, but all he got in return was the sound of things falling and the grumbles of anger coming from the boy. So, panicking slightly, JJ rushed in, opening the door, the first thing he saw being Harry pacing across the room, hands flying around, balled into fists, as he kept repeating something the other couldn't hear. "Hey, hey, Bog, Harry look at me, hey hey, cmon look at me, breath, breath" he spoke calmly, slowly crouching in front of the smaller , who had now perched himself on the floor, rocking forward and backwards, gripping his hair tightly in his hands. All he did was keep repeating the same words. I can't. "Harry, baby, look at me, what can't you do?" he questioned softly, the nickname slipping out so easily as he tried to figure out how to calm the other down. Harry didn't respond, he didn't know how to, he just pointed to his monitor. JJ looked to where he was pointing, walking over to it and seeing that he was trying to edit a video. He made a sound of realisation, finally understanding what was wrong, saving the work quickly and turning the PC off. He walked back over to Harry, crouching down again. "Hey, look at me, I've saved the video and closed it, you don't have to do anymore work for now, i'll finish it for you later, let's just get you calmed down, yeh?" he told him, in such a gentle tone that no one has ever heard from the loud man. Harry seemed to hear that, paying attention and nodding.

That was how JJ was now sat on Harry's  floor, the smaller man laying against his chest as he talked him through breathing exercises, and JJ had given Harry the comfortable hoodie he was wearing to make his outfit more comfy for such prickly feeling skin. After a while of sitting on the floor, Harry quietly asked if they could move to his bed, which JJ gladly said yes to, slowly helping him up and guiding him to his room, helping him lay down. As he was about to leave, Harry whined, making the taller turn around, "What's up?" he asked him, and in a swift movement, the younger pulled the older onto his bed, making him cuddle with him, "Stay...please" he mumbled whimpering, and JJ, though slightly caught off guard, chuckled at his antics, fulfilling the man's wish and letting him lay on his chest, slow, even breathes leaving his mouth, and soon enough, the meltdown from earlier had completely worn him out, and he was out like a light, JJ staying awake and running his hand through his hair, soothing all of the worry and stress from earlier into love and comfort.