"You wanna go to the park Harry?" Louis asked as they ate breakfast.Harry shook his head.
"Is it because of yesterday?"
Harry nodded. He had been extremely quiet since yesterday's event.
Louis got up and walked to his son, sitting next to him.
"Harry...not everyone is like those kids. They are just ignorant. Please don't shut yourself away." He said, taking Harry's hand.
Harry rested his head against Louis' shoulder.
"I...I want my legs back." He cried.
"I wish i could give them back to you." Louis replied, his voice shaky. "I really do."
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Harry was fed up. He was fed up on sitting. He wanted to walk, to move about on his own.
So, he had an idea. He was going to try and move around the house on his own. He could do it.
Louis was in the kitchen, making sandwiches for lunch.
Harry was sat on the sofa. The sofa that he was fed up of sitting on all day.
He shifted to the edge of the sofa, laid on his stomach, and went over the side, landing on his bum. He did it!
He clapped himself, feeling happy that he had got on the floor by himself. Now he wanted to go to the kitchen to surprise his Dad.
He put his hands on the carpet and lifted his body up off the ground. He didn't weigh much, so it wasn't too difficult. But he thought that maybe shuffling might be easier.
He shuffled along on his bum. It was tiring. But he was egged on by adrenaline.
It took him ten minutes before he got to the kitchen door.
He puffed, as he was very tired. "Daddy!" He said triumphantly.
Louis turned around and saw Harry on the floor.
"Oh my God Harry! How did...?"
"I did a bum shuffle Daddy. Did I do good?" He grinned. He was so happy with himself.
"Good? Bloody hell, you did amazing!" Louis smiled.
Harry made grabby hands, wanting to be picked up. Louis bent down and did so, giving Harry the biggest hug imaginable.
"You're so clever, precious."
Harry was so happy. Happy at what he had achieved, and happy that Louis was so proud of him.
"Bet you're tired now though eh?" Louis said, as Harry held him tightly.
Harry nodded. "My bum sore too." He giggled.
"Aww no. That's not so good." Louis laughed too. "So...you think you want your lunch now, or do you want to nap first?"
Harry thought for a few seconds. "Um...can I have sarnie first please?" He said, then yawned.
"Course love. Can I put you back on the sofa?"
Harry nodded. Louis put him back down, making him comfortable.
He bought their sandwiches and some juice through, setting them on the coffee table.
He handed Harry his plate. "Eat up."
Harry ate nearly all his sandwich before he got so tired.
Louis took his plate, let him drink some juice, before laying him down.
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Precious (Harry Styles)
FanfictionWhy isn't he crying? He's not dead! Please don't say he's dead! Harry's birth was traumatic. Nobody thought he would live. Thankfully he did. But his life would be full of health problems and difficulties.