One Direction Age Play and Fluff (Harry Centrics)

Forgotten Explanations Part 1 (Zianourry)

Not a prompt, but not really connected to my other one shots :)

- the boys had an interview and much to everyone's dismay, the interviewer pays more attention to Harry than any of the other lads. Harry feels bad about it, but Louis reassures him that no one's mad at him, but it sure didn't seem like it. Maybe they just have different reasons that haven't been explained yet... or are they really secretly mad at Harry, even just a bit?-

I imagined this around the time of the TMH tour but it's up to you I guess. But I do like to think Harry's smaller and maybe a bit more younger in this c:

this'll be in two or three parts :)

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“I’m sorry.” Harry said for the nth time as the lads made their way to the car. They’ve just finished an interview wherein of course the lady paid more attention to Harry. Harry tried to switch the spotlight to the other lads by telling funny stories or facts about them, but the lady just kept pointing it back at Harry. Of course she still acknowledged their presence every now and then, but it was pretty obvious that Harry was the star once again. “Please I didn’t want that to happen too.” Harry frowned.

“We’re not mad, Harry.” Louis stopped in his tracks, causing Harry to bump into his back. “Sorry.” He said, turning around to face Harry. “We know you, okay? We know you didn’t mean for that to happen, don’t worry.” He bent down a bit to be leveled with Harry’s eyes and gave him a reassuring smile. In truth none of the boys were pissed at Harry even the lightest; it was the interviewer that got on their nerves. They saw Harry’s attempt to remove the attention from himself; they loved the lad for trying his best nevertheless.

The lads finally reached the car, but Harry noticed that someone was missing. “Where’s Li?”

“He went in a different car I think.” Niall answered from beside him. Harry looked at Niall to ask him why, but the other lad already had his face glued to his phone, as he texted his brother. Niall knew he was probably sporting a displeased look, but it was because of an argument he was having with his brother, not because of the interview. He didn’t really care much about who got the spotlight and everyone knew that… which was why Harry was wondering why Niall looked so upset. (He didn’t know Niall was texting his brother, mind you).

Louis’ reassuring words suddenly seemed like a blur to him during the ride home since it was awkwardly quiet. Also add the fact that Liam rode another car for who knows what reason. Harry was trying not to jump into conclusions but he couldn’t help it. He looked back at Louis and Zayn but Louis was busy on his phone as well, while Zayn was just staring out the window with a straight face on. Harry bit his lip before facing front again and just remaining quiet until they got home.

When they finally arrived, it wasn’t much better. Niall grunted and angrily opened the door before storming off into their flat, causing the younger lad to flinch. Harry got out and followed Niall into the flat but he was probably already in his room by the time Harry got there. Zayn and Louis came in after some time and all went up to their own rooms to get some sleep. This bothered Harry a lot because the lads were never this quiet, literally no one was talking to one another. It saddened him more when he remembered he and Niall are supposed to spend the day together tomorrow. Two weeks ago Niall had promised Harry a “Narry” day and the two have been looking forward to it ever since… but now it didn’t look like it’d really push through.

HARRY’S POV

I decided to copy the others and just go up to my room as well. It was still early, just 9pm, but I didn’t know what else to do. If we get home from interviews early we’d usually have a movie night together downstairs, but I don’t see that happening now. Louis told me that it’s fine, but why didn’t it seem fine? Niall seemed really annoyed by something, Liam took a different car, and Zayn just seemed distant. Okay Zayn’s always deep in thought, anyway…

I sighed, deciding to just get ready for bed. I tried to look for pull-ups since I didn’t know how to put a diaper on by myself (shut up!) but I couldn’t find any. I reluctantly decided to just try to put a diaper on myself after about 15 minutes of searching. It wasn’t easy but I was able to put it on. It didn’t seem as tight as when the other lads put it on me but I guess it’d do. I wasn’t going to risk going to one of them at the moment. I changed into pajamas and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth before plopping down onto my bed.

I wasn’t really sleepy yet so I literally just stayed like that for about an hour or more until I finally felt my eyes drooping, and suddenly I was asleep.

…but not for long. I woke up some time later because I could have sworn my legs felt colder than they should have. I looked at the clock, and of course it had to be the lovely hour of 3 in the morning. I sat up straight and turned the lamp on my nightstand on before removing my blanket, only to find my sheets wet.

NO ONE’S POV (sorry I found it awkward to write this in first person)

Harry figured his diaper must have leaked because he didn’t put it on properly. He groaned inwardly and wanted to cry. No matter how silly it sounded, Harry was terrified of going out into their hallways at this time of the night, let alone go to the bathroom alone where there are mirrors. Harry let out a small whimper as he accepted his fate and got up to sprint to the light switch to turn everything on before doing anything else. He started crying a bit as he stripped his bed of the sheets, just praying that nothing scary would happen. He made his way out and downstairs to the laundry room, turning on every light as he passed the switches, glancing back every now and then just to make sure nothing scary happened. He took off his wet pajama bottoms and dumped them in the wash along with his sheets before heading back upstairs to get cleaned up.

Harry took a deep breath before going into the bathroom. He grabbed all available towels and hung them on the mirrors before taking off his diaper and cleaning up. When Harry was going to throw it in the bin, he saw the pull-ups sitting right under the counter sink.

“For real?!” Harry groaned. Harry covered his mouth, praying no one or nothing would answer him back. He grabbed the pull-ups and got one out to put on before carefully removing the towels from the mirror (not without praying first…) and made his way back to his bedroom. He thought his task was over when he realized his bed didn’t have any sheets yet. Harry let out a little whimper as he ventured back downstairs to grab some sheets, and ran back up to his room in record time. He got his bed settled and immediately crashed down… but he couldn’t fall asleep, knowing it was still 3am. Harry brought his bear closer to him and curled up into a ball, staring at the clock as the minutes passed painfully slow. He didn’t even bother turning the lights back off; he was too terrified to. Usually one of the boys would be with him at a time like this, trying to comfort him and promise him that no monsters are going to get him… but not now.

The events of the previous hours played in Harry’s little head and he couldn’t help but let a tear escape from his eye. He knew he was jumping to conclusions but it really did feel like everyone was mad at him. Before you go hating on Harry, saying he’s being a little to self centered, remember it’s 3am and the lad had too much to handle. He let the tears flow freely, eventually crying himself to sleep.