Precious (Harry Styles)

FORTY SEVEN

"It's ok Precious. Please don't cry." Louis said, trying not to cry himself.

He had just told Harry why he was in hospital.

"You're going to be ok. We'll look after you."

Harry couldn't speak, he was crying so hard, it hurt.

They spent at least an hour with Louis comforting Harry,  not wanting to let him go, his shirt soaked with Harry's tears.

Harry wore himself out, and fell asleep, still gripping Louis' shirt.

Gemma and Niall came in and their hearts almost shattered with the sight in front of them.

"Dad?" Gemma whispered. Louis looked up at her. His eyes were wet, red and sad.

"Did you tell him?" Louis nodded, tears still falling.

They all sat together in silence, watching Harry sleep.

He woke up an hour later, still in Louis' arms.

"Daddy?" He whispered. His body tense.

"I'm here darling."

"Don't go-go."

"I'm not going anywhere my love. Gem and Ni are here too, see?"

Harry looked up and saw his siblings, looking concerned, but trying to smile.

"Hey Harry...how you feeling?" Gemma asked.

Harry shrugged. "I w-wan go home." He sniffed.

"I know you do. We'll see what the Doc says." Louis said, rubbing Harry's shoulder.

"Harry...I'm looking after Kitty for you. He's ok, so don't worry about him. Ok?" Niall said.

Harry nodded. "I wan Kitty." He cried.

The Doctor came in the room. Good timing.

"Right Harry. I think you can go home tomorrow.  Just have one more night here, just to make sure you're ok."

"Hear that Harry? Home tomorrow.  That's ok isn't it?"

Harry nodded, but kept crying. "Kitty."

"It's his cat...he misses him." Louis answered the Doctors silent question.

"Oh...well...you'll see Kitty soon." He replied, and left.

*****

Thankfully, the next day came round quick, as Harry kept crying. He wanted to go home so badly.  Not just because he missed Kitty, but he missed home.

"Ready to go?" Louis asked as Harry paced the room, desperate to get out. "Come on then." He took Harry's hand, picked his bag up and left the room, thanking the nurses and Doctor on their way out.

*****

Harry was laying on the sofa, wrapped In a blanket, Kitty curled up on his lap, purring.

Harry stroked Kitty with one hand, his other hands thumb stuck in his mouth. His arm was still very sore and stiff, but He was happy to be home.

"Will he be ok Dad?" Gemma asked as they sat in the kitchen.

"I don't know Gem, I hope so. I still can't believe those kids could do such a thing." He replied while pouring boiling water into tea bagged mugs.

"DADDY!" Harry yelled. Louis put the kettle down and rushed to the living room.

"What's wrong love? Are you ok?"

Harry made grabby hands towards Louis.  Kitty got scared and jumped off his lap, as Louis sat beside him.

Harry grabbed his shirt, crying. "D-don't  go-go!" He sniffed.

"I was just in the kitchen love. I wasn't far away. Just making some tea." Louis said quietly, stroking Harry's back. He was shaking with fear.

"Stay wiv me?"

"Ok. I'll stay."

Gemma had been watching for the door, making eye contact with Louis,  she nodded and went to finish making the drinks.

Harry was still shaking and crying, so Louis picked him up and put him on his lap, wrapped his arms around him, and rocked him back and forth  trying to calm the boy down.

He whimpered softly, his free hand rubbing Louis' shirt, he loved the feel of his shirts for some reason.

"I have tea. Harry, do you want some?" Gemma asked as she put the tray of mugs down on the wooden coffee table.

Harry nodded,  but didn't move. "Thanks Gem." Louis said.

Harry started wriggling on Louis' lap. Louis knew straight away what that meant.

"You need a wee Harry?" He asked. Harry shook his head.

"I think you do. Niall...can you take him to the loo for me please?" He asked.

Niall went to stand up, always willing to help his brother, but Harry shouted..

"NO NI. DADDY TAKE ME!"

"Ok. Ok. Come on. Let's go." Louis said as he moved Harry from his lap. They held hands and went upstairs to the bathroom.

Before they got to the door, Harry started crying again. "Sorry Daddy!" He cried out.

Louis rushed him into the bathroom. Unfortunately,  Harry didn't quite make it in time, he'd emptied half of his bladder before Louis placed him in front of the toilet. He cried as he emptied the rest.

"Its ok love. Please don't cry." Louis spoke gently, so Harry knew he wasn't angry with him.

"S-sorry." He said again as he finished.

"Let's get you cleaned up eh?"

Harry blushed and covered his face as Louis removed his jogging bottoms and boxer shorts. They weren't too wet, but Harry was still embarrassed that he did that.

"Hey...don't hide. It's fine."

Louis gave Harry a quick wash down, before dressing him and giving him a big reassuring cuddle.

Harry made himself comfortable back on the sofa, but hid his face again, still feeling ashamed.

"He ok?" Gemma mouthed to Louis.

"Wet himself." Louis mouthed back.

"Oh."

Harry quickly fell asleep, as the others drank their luke warm tea.

"Poor boy was so embarrassed. He couldn't help it." Louis said sadly.

"I bet its cos his body is still in shock Dad. Think it might take a while for him to get better." Gemma said, looking admiringly at her little brother.

"Think you're right Gem.  He's gonna need lots of help and love. We'll get our Harry back soon."

Sorry if this isn't good. Not feeling great. I ache all over, and spent alot of the day asleep, I'm so tired.
Hope you're all ok and staying safe.
All the love. 💖💖💖