One Direction Kid Fic

The One Where Harry Goes To Hospital

A/N: this took ages to write, im sorry. i dont like this and i kinda went off point idk, but i hope yeh like it :)xxxx

Harry’s had a sore stomach for what felt like forever, but realistically, it’s been about four day’s. He had only noticed it was sore when Louis had pressed down on his lower stomach and pain ripped through his whole body, he didn’t cry though. He was two years old, way too old to be crying about a sore stomach. But Louis, being Louis, had noticed straight away that Harry was hurt and began apologising profusely until Harry assured him that he was okay, it only hurt a little bit.

That had been an understatement but he was not going to tell Louis that it hurt more than that time he fell down the stairs because he was trying to run down them like he had seen Zayn do.

So when Louis saw that his brother was not about to say anything more, he moved on and forgot about it. Harry tried his best to do the same.

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Over the next four days, the pain in his stomach steadily grew worse. It hurt too much to walk so Harry spent those days either on the couch or in his bed, he stubbornly said nothing to anyone because he was a big boy now and he could deal with this all by himself. It didn’t stop him from wishing that someone would notice just how much pain he was in.

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It was on the morning of the fourth day that Harry finally gave up. He didn’t want to be a big boy anymore because everything just hurts. He pressed his hands down on the left side of his stomach, where it hurts the most and let out a cry. Why did it hurt so much?

There was sweat building up on his forehead as he continued to cry silently in his bed. He pulled the covers tightly around himself because even though he was sweating he was just so cold. Harry didn’t understand it one bit but he didn’t really care because he stomach hurts so much and he was too scared to really think.

He tried to get up and go find his parents a handful of times but every tiny movement sent more pain shooting up Harry’s spin and sent him into another crying fit. He could hear the patter from downstairs that indicated that most of his family is awake and eating breakfast and he willed somebody to come up and find him.

He lay there, loosing track of time because all he could do was concentrate on the pain that coursed through his body, until he decided that he couldn’t just lie there in pain, he had to get Daddy or Papa or somebody. He didn’t even care if it was Niall, he just needed help.

He took a couple deep breathes, getting himself ready, before he pushed himself up into a sitting position. If Harry thought the pain was bad when he was lying down, it was a million times worse when he was sitting up. His body shook and he opened his mouth to let out a scream but before he could, he abruptly threw up all over his bed covers.

Harry cried pitifully to himself, falling back into bed with a sob. Not caring about the vomit that was now all over his bed he turned to his side, letting out a squeak when that only made the pain worse. Rolling back onto his back his eyes fluttered and he felt unusually tired, considering he had just woken up. Letting out a small whimper Harry closed his eyes, falling into a restless sleep full of pain.