Chances - 1D KidFic

New Shoes

*Louis's POV*

Well, we've discussed it. Liam and I both decided it would be best to start Harry in school. We've visited the school and Harry's all ready to start in just a couple weeks. I think he's okay with it. He knows he'll be going to school, but I'm not exactly sure if he's realized that Liam and I aren't going to be with him. I guess we'll have to wait and see. 

For now, we've been buying Harry some new school clothes, which he absolutely loves. Today, Liam stayed home to clean the house while Harry and I went out to buy him some new shoes for school and because his feet keep growing. Children's feet grow so quickly! 

We arrive home and Harry is very excited to show his daddy his new shoes. 

"Where's Daddy?" he asks excitedly.

"In the kitchen, I think."

"DAAADDYYY!!!" Harry yells, running toward the kitchen, "LOOK AT MY SHOES!!!"

I follow after him and hear a smack, a thud, and a scream. I walk into the kitchen to find Harry on the floor screaming and clutching his head and Liam reaching to pick Harry up.

"Oh my God! What the hell happened?!" I yell.

Apparently, Harry's new shoes make him a tiny bit taller than his other ones. The countertop on the kitchen island sticks out on one side about a 2 feet past the actual base. It was intended for seating, but we never got around to getting seating because we usually just sit at the table. Harry, being the tiny 3 year old he is, would run under that countertop all the time when we were playing around in the kitchen. I knew he would outgrow running under the countertop eventually, I was just hoping we wouldn't find out he had outgrown it like this. Liam was on the opposite side of the island from the doorway and Harry, as he would normally do, tried to run under the island's countertop to get to Liam. He had literally run head-first into the island, fallen back onto his bum, and started screaming. Liam had already run around to Harry's side of the island by the time I had gotten there. 

"Shh... Harry, you need to calm down." Liam soothes. He had Harry sitting on his hip trying to soothe him while I grab the first aid kit we keep in the kitchen. I find the kit and Harry is still screaming his head off. He tries to lay his head down on Liam's shoulder, but that hurts too much. Then he sees that there is a tiny bit of blood on Liam's shirt from his forehead, which just makes him scream and cry even louder. 

"I BLEEDING!! I BLEEDING!!!"

"Hey... Shhh.... It's okay. It's just blood. We're gonna fix it. Shhh... You need  to calm down," Liam says gently. I don't know how Liam is managing to stay calm. I saw the blood and I almost screamed.

I set the first aid kit on the counter and Liam sets Harry down as well, which he does not like. Liam continues to try and soothe Harry whilst rummaging around in the first aid kit with me. Liam grabs some gauze and holds that to Harry's head to stop the bleeding, which only causes Harry to scream more because, obviously, it hurts. It really wasn't even that much blood, but to a 3 year old any amount of blood is like cutting a major artery. 

"Shhhh... Harry, please calm down. Daddy's trying to help," I try. 

He continues to scream. Harry is getting all sweaty and tears and snot are just everywhere. I really want to help Liam, but I'm not good at first aid and I can't think with all the screaming. I can tell Liam is getting frustrated from Harry's screaming and wiggling around, but nothing is working. So, I do, probably, the worst possible thing a husband could do in this situation: I run upstairs. 

Before we brought Harry home we had bought something we weren't sure we were going to give him. 3 was a little old for it and Liam had said no, but I bought in anyway as a 'just in case'. Nobody said he used one, and he never asked for one, but nobody said he didn't use one. It got left in Harry's room, but had never been opened.