One Direction BoyxBoy One Shots

In Sickness {Larry! Romance} {Zianourry! Bromance}

Zianourry bromance!
Larry romance!

Harry broke his ankle and didnt tell the boys. When they found out, they took care of him.

FLUFF.
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*3RD PERSON'S POV*

"Fucking hell!"

Harry flinched as he banged his thumb with the hammer once again, pulling the sore finger back and putting it in his mouth. A pile of curtains lay on the floor below his place on the stepladder, and a few steel rods were propped up against the couch. Harry had promised Louis that he would hang their curtains today, as he'd been putting it off so long, and he was determined to do just that. If only he could stop hitting his damned finger.

He removed his thumb from his mouth, shaking his head and trying again. He lined up the nail where it should be, raised the hammer, and took a deep breath. He aimed, fired, and-

"SHIT!"

He pulled his thumb away, the pain much more intense this time around. He really did a number on his finger too; he could feel it in the way it throbbed for mercy. He shook his hand about, cursing and whining and trying to keep the tears from springing to his eyes. Apparently, he was flailing too much, for the next thing he knew he was going down off the ladder. The world spun around him as he went, and he realized too late that one of his big clumsy feet was still caught between the steps.

He felt the crack before he heard it, his knee snapping in an odd direction, pain blooming throughout his left leg like fire. His head hit the floor with a thud, causing his vision to swim and his brain to fog up. A millisecond later, the rest of his body came down, his foot being jerked free from the impact of his fall.

Harry lay at the bottom of the stepladder in a bit of a heap, eyes closed and breathing hard. His leg was in so much pain, his finger still throbbed, and his head spun. He felt tears rolling down to his ears, his nerves strung out on so much adrenaline in less than five seconds.

Eventually his head stopped spinning enough for him to open his eyes. The ceiling was high above him, the room brightened by the light that filtered in through the naked windows.

He blinked a few times in disbelief, before heaving himself to a sitting position.
Every inch he moved his leg would flare up in pain, making him hiss and whimper. He reached out with shaky hands towards his knee, afraid to do so much as brush a finger over it. He reached down to his ankle and slowly, slowly began to pull his pant leg up to assess the damage. His leg flinched heavily as he brought the cloth over his knee, hissing as his knuckles brushed the skin. It didn't look too bad, Harry mused through his pain, but it sure as hell felt that way. There was no blood or swelling, but the cap of his knee was twisted too far right and every time Harry tried to straighten his leg out, the pain would erupt anew.

"Shit," he muttered. "Okay."
Harry sniffed and wiped his face before reaching to massage the area around his knee.

He flinched several times but muscled through it, and after about ten minutes he'd started to feel a little better. It took him ten more minutes of massaging to attempt to move his leg, shifting it ever so slightly to the right. His leg jerked in pain but it wasn't as bad as it had been and Harry was grateful.

He could do this. Yes. He continued to massage as he moved his leg around, hissing and freezing when it got to be too much. He sat there for nearly an hour, whimpering and massaging until he could bend his leg without too much pain flaring up. Harry stood up, leaning on the stepladder for support. He kept most of his weight off his leg and sighed. Okay then.