DON'T HURT ME DADDY (Harry Styles)

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Liam stayed that night with Harry. He sat next to him on his bed, reading him stories that he'd never heard before. Harry slept through most of them though.

His tiny body was still tiring itself out, fighting this terrible infection.

Liam had brought in an iPod full of pop music that the family liked. Harry had heard the songs at home before, and Liam thought it might be comforting to hear something familiar.

He placed the ear buds in Harry's small ears and pressed play.

Harry's lips turned up into a very small smile as he listened to the tunes.

Liam held one of his hands and stroked it, watching his reactions.

He soon noted that Harry was asleep, when he heard tiny snores, so he took the earbuds out and put them in his own ears.

Ed Sheeran was playing. He was a family favourite. He thought back to times when he'd heard Ed's songs at home, and smiled. He always bought back good memories.

*****

Harry woke up crying and in pain.

"What's wrong Harry? Tell Dadda." Liam asked, quietly so as not to scare Harry too much.

Harry rubbed his tummy, frowning.

Liam placed his hand on Harry's tummy, and rubbed circles on it, that usually helped the boys when their stomachs hurt.

It didn't work for Harry though.

He sat forward and threw up over his bed, making him cry harder.

"It's ok baby. Don't cry. You're alright!" Liam panicked as he pushed the button for some help.

The nurse came in, seeing the state of Harry's bed, she grabbed a bowl handing it to Liam, just in time for Harry to be sick again.

The nurse pulled the sheets off the bed, and threw them in the wash bin in the corner.

The nurse checked Harry over, after he'd been sick, stating that it was common to be sick, and not to worry.

Liam sat down on the sofa and cuddled Harry while someone put fresh sheets on the bed.

Harry was very clingy. He whimpered and sucked his thumb as Liam rocked him gently.

He soon fell asleep. Liam was worried that he still had a high temperature, and with being sick, he just wasn't sure the poor little boy was getting any better.

*****

That afternoon, the doctor did some more tests to see if the infection was clearing up.

"There's a slight improvement." He told Liam, and Lucy, who had got to the hospital a couple of hours ago.

"His temperature is down a little. The antibiotics look like they're starting to work." He smiled as the couple let out the breaths they'd been holding.

"Thank you doctor!" Liam said as the doctor left.

Harry was laying on his back, arms by his side, not looking at all comfortable.

He no longer looked a deathly shade of grey now, which they were thankful for.

Lucy stroked his curly hair and kissed his forehead. "You're doing great Harry....keep fighting, little soldier." She whispered in his ear.

Harry hummed, and smiled a little. "So adorable!" Liam said as Lucy rested her head against his shoulder.

*****

Two days later.....

Harry was sitting up in bed. He felt so much better, still not 100% but a hell of a lot better than before.

Liam had spent that night with Harry and was pleased they got through it with no incidents.

"You're looking brighter today young man!" Liam said as he brushed Harry's hair. He loved his Mumma and Dadda brushing his hair. It calmed him down when he was anxious, which he was right now.

"Don't worry...it won't hurt too much and you'll get a special sticker afterwards." He continued.

Harry was shaking from nerves. He was due to have some blood taken, for testing. He knew from the past that he didn't like needles, it hurt.

"You gonna be a brave boy for Dadda?"

Harry nodded, and clung tight to Liam's arm as the nurse appeared with her equipment.

"Now Harry....I know you're going to be super brave and let me take some special blood from you. I'll be quick, and you can hold Dadda's hand ok?" The nurse spoke gently.

Harry was petrified. He held Liam's hand as tight as his frail little fingers could, squeezed his eyes shut, and held his breath.

"Don't hold your breath darling or it won't work." Liam told Harry, who let out the breath, and tried to breath normally.

It was difficult though. He was so scared, that Liam knew he was panicking and hyperventilating.

"Can you wait a sec please?" Liam asked the nurse.

"Harry love...look at me." Harry opened his eyes. His pupils were huge and full of fear. "Baby, try to breath like me ok....in....out....in....out....in...out..."

Harry copied Liam and soon enough his breathing was back to normal. He was crying and shaking though.
Liam picked him up, sat him on his lap, and hugged him, rocking him to and fro.

"You ok now love? Gonna try again. Just breathe. Be brave!"

Harry snuggled into Liam's chest and grabbed his hand with his free hand, while Liam rubbed his other hand up and down Harry's arm.

The nurse put the needle in Harry's arm and he cried, trying to move his arm.

"No love...you need to let the nurse do her job." He pulled Harry's arm down as the nurse tried again.

Harry was so tired, he didn't struggle this time and let her do it.

Once it was over, the nurse gave him a sticker.

"Well done, my big brave boy!" Liam cheered, and gave Harry the biggest cuddle imaginable.

Harry was exhausted and fell back to sleep, now his ordeal was over.

Awww cute. Poor little Harry doesn't like needles, don't blame him.

Hope everyone is ok?

All the love xxx