Harry Styles Oneshots

Spread Awareness Pt. 2

"Lou, I don't feel good... head hurts."

"Okay baby, you're alright... Darc darling, would you do me a favour and take the babies into the play room?" Darcy nods, quickly grabs the two toddlers and takes them into their play room, leaving the three adults. "Okay baby, shall we get on the ground?" Harry looks at his husband with an utterly astounded look. "You're ok darling, Niall and I are gunna get you on the ground." Louis looks to Niall who nods. "I just want you to grab under his knees."

Louis smiles sadly as Harry is the younger man starts sweats profusely. "Let's get you on the ground baby, on three Ni... 1, 2, 3, lift." As Louis and Niall lift Harry up and walk over to where they're going to place him on the ground, Harry gasps. "It's ok baby, we're just putting you on the ground so you don't get hurt." Harry rests his head on Louis' chest as they place him on the ground. "Pass us over a pillow Ni, I don't think it'll be long till he goes." Niall quickly gets a pillow and one of the throw blankets from the lounge as he knows after years of being Harry's friend that Harry hates when he wets himself. "Papa, do you want me to do anything?" Darcy asks as she comes down stairs.

"No Darc, he's okay. Just-" Harry cuts him off with his slurred speech. "'Cy 'ot 'ere..... 'ot 'ee meh..." He slurs, making Louis shush him. "Babe, you don't have to talk now, Darcy babe, can you please go and watch the twins?" She nods. "Once he's back with us, you can come and see how he's doing." She nods again, walking back into the play room. "Ok baby, I think you're gunna go, remember to breath baby." Louis whispers as Harry let's out an inhuman cry, his head tightly moving in an upwards direction. "You're okay my darling, you're breathing sounds ace." He watches as Harry starts to twitch, his head bobbing and spit seeping out of his mouth. "You're ok baby."

He swathers the throw blanket over his husband's jerking hips. Everyone single part of his body is moving, there isn't one part that is still. His lips quiver as he convulses, his arms crossed at his wrist, smacking into each other and knock against his stomach, which is being sucked in and puffed out quickly. "How long Ni?" Louis questions as he takes a quick glance at Harry eyes as the younger boy's eyes are rolled back, only the whites of his eyes show, making Louis want to gag. "Almost two minutes Lou."

The older nods, praying to god that he makes this demon in his husband remove its self temporarily. "C'mon babe, come back to me... I know you can do it, come out of it for me." He and Niall watch as it intensifies for a few seconds before he's left with tremors and jerks. "Harry darling, can you hear me?" Louis asks quietly as he gently pats Harry's cheek, laying the younger boy's head on his lap. Harry peers around the room, a confused look spanned over his face. He clears his blurry vision and looks at Louis. "Hello darling, can you tell me your name?" He ask gently, watching as Harry just looks at him. "That's ok, we'll just wait it out... you think we can sit you up?" Before Louis do so though, Harry starts to cough up mucus and bloodied saliva. "Ok baby, calm down, we'll get you up and get your airways all cleared." Louis says as he lifts Harry up so the younger's back is to Louis chest. Niall watches as Harry leans against Louis and spit and mucus dribbles down from his mouth.

Instead of telling Louis and giving him more to worry about, Niall quickly walks to the bathroom and back out with a damp cloth, he kneels down in front of Harry, making the sick boy curl into his husband's hold more. "It's ok baby, Niall just wants to help you." Louis soothes as Harry starts to cry softly. "Hey baby, it's ok, Niall's just trying to help you darling." Harry cries start to escalate, making Louis worry. "Ni, I know you're trying to help but he won't calm down... Do you think you'd be able to check on the kids for me?" Niall nods, giving Louis the cloth and whispering he'll check on the kids. "Here we go bub, let's get you cleaned up." Louis wipes away all of the spit and mucus gathered around Harry's mouth and all that has dribbled on to his shirt and down his chin.

"That better isn't it? Nice and clean babe." Harry looks at him and sighs, trying think of a coherent thought. "Harry baby, do you known who I am?" Harry nods, but doesn't say anything. "What's my name bub? Can you tell me my name?" Harry looks at him, mumble a few words that hold no meaning. "That's ok, how about I get you back on the lounge?"

He get Harry up, laying him on the lounge and gets him a cup of water. "Can you tell me my name now?" Harry groans a little, laying his head back and closing his eyes. "You're pretty out of it aren't you?" Louis chuckles, Harry hasn't taken this long to get over the postitcal symptoms for a while. "Leh.... foo," He pauses, trying to think of what to say. "fun." Louis little looks at his foot, it looks a little swollen. "I think you might have knocked it a little to hard babe, it's a bit swollen." Harry sighs again, trying to move his foot, but let's out a brash cry. "Don't try and move it babe, we'll get the doc out here to look at it." Harry moves slowly to grab Louis' sleeve, hooking his fingers around the material of his shirt. "Are you ok baby? Do you need anything?" Darcy comes out then, smiling at Louis and then Harry. "Is he ok papa?" Louis nods, kissing Harry's head. "Can he talk yet or is he still having a bit of difficulty?" Louis nods.

"He's alright, he's still having a little trouble talking but if he give him a little more time he'll be as good as new, isn't that right bub?" Harry nods a little, looking confusedly at Darcy. "Hi daddy, are you ok?" He huffs slightly, reaching out to her and caressing his face. "D-... Darcy, love you." He mumbles, his brow furrowed. Making her her smile. "I love you too daddy, do you want some water?" He nods, smiling at her.

She quietly gets up, getting up and getting him a glass of water with a straw. "Here you Daddy, I put a straw in for you." Louis nods, taking the glass from Harry's shaking hands. "I'll hold it babe, you just drink." Harry big takes small sips, occasionally a little bit dripping down the side of his mouth.

Once fully recovered, Harry is back to his normal self, he gets Louis to help him to bed.

"Hi daddy... can I have a hug?" Darcy whispers as she comes into her parents room, laying down on the bed next to him. He nods, kissing her head. "Papa said the doctors on his way out... hope your foot doesn't hurt to much."

Her father kisses her head again, making her giggle. "I'm sorry you always have to be careful around me Darc." She shakes her head, kissing his cheek. "It's ok daddy, I know you can't help it." Harry smiles, then their little father daughter moment is cut off my their family doctor. "Hello Harry, Louis told me you hurt your foot?" Harry nods, pulling the blankets away from him. "Yeah, I had a seizure and when I came to it was hurt and it's all swollen now."

The doctor hums, feeling Harry's ankle making him hiss in pain. "Ok, can you move it? I just want to see if it's a sprain." Harry nods, moving his ankle around in a circle. Wincing the entire time. "Ok, we'll it's defiantly not broken. Just a bad sprain, keep ice on it so the swelling goes down and keep it bandaged so he can't move it." Louis nods, thanking the doctor and seeing him out. "Ok darling, you heard the doc.... let's put a bandage on it and then we'll ice it." Harry nods, being used to the whole thing. He's had to put up with it since he was a child. Seizure, doctor or hospital, go home and be in bed rest for the next few days or weeks depending on the injury.

While Louis got what he needed for Harry's ankle, Harry thought he would talk to Darcy about his epilepsy. "Darc baby, what do think about when you see me have a seizure?" He asks, tucking her curly hair behind her ear. "Well papa always tells me not to think of bad things because the worst thing that can happen is you might not wake up.... and sometimes when you go blue I think it might happen, but papa tells me I have to call an ambulance."

The father nods, hating that he puts his children through so much at such a young age.

"I love you baby girl, so so much and  so sorry for all the shit I put you through." He whispers to her he sees her head lolling against his shoulder.