Wroetofreezy One Shots

//31 - loopy {REQUEST}

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Prompt: Harry hits his head, and becomes an absolute nightmare to look after.

[2060 words approx.]

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Cal POV

"Harry, can you please calm the fuck down?" Sighs Josh, looking at the over-excited younger boy with an exasperated expression.

"Stop being such a kill joy, dad," Harry jokes, still bouncing enthusiastically on the balls of his feet.

"Alright, I'll bite," I muse, watching Harry from my spot on the kitchen counter. "What's got you so hyped up anyway?"

"I don't really know," he says, moving to exit the room. "I just feel so damn happy!" To emphasise his last word, he jumps up and tries to click his heels together. Emphasis on tires to. It all goes wrong, given he has chosen to jump underneath a low doorframe.

His head connects with the wood with a loud crack, and he falls flat on his back, knocking his head again on the floor.

"Holy fuck, Harry, are you okay?" I shout, swiftly jumping from the counter, and kneeling beside his head. His eyes are closed, and his face relaxed. When I pat his cheek gently, there's no response.

"Maybe he's knocked himself out?" Suggests Josh, kneeling beside me. Almost as soon as he's said this, Harry's eyes flutter open, and he looks up at me.

"You alright Haz?" I ask, bringing him into a sitting position. He doesn't look normal at all. His eyes are wide, and he's grinning crazily.

"I feel fucking fantastic," he says, leaning forwards to kiss my cheek, and getting quickly to his feet. He skips over to the kitchen island, and his expression changes to wonder. "Woah! What's this?" He asks, picking a kiwi from the fruit bowl.

"It's a kiwi," I say, turning to Josh and giving him a look of confusion which he mirrors back at me. Josh mouths 'what's up with him?' and I just shrug.

"It's so fuzzy," Harry exclaims, rubbing the small fruit against his cheek.

"Mhmm," I mutter, walking over to him. "Don't you think you should sit down? You did just knock yourself out."

"Did I? I feel fine," Harry shrugs, still holding the kiwi. "I think I'm gonna go and show this to JJ, he'll love it!" With that, he races out of the kitchen, and in the direction of the front room, where JJ is chilling.

"Harry!" I call after him, following him through to the living room. Once I get in there, I find Harry sprawled across a stunned looking JJ, waving the kiwi in his face.

"JJ, look at this!" Harry shouts. "Isn't it amazing?"

"Sure buddy," says JJ sarcastically, before turning to me. "Did you let him smoke something? Dayum."

"He hit his head," explains Josh. JJ rolls his eyes.

"He's acting like a crackhead, man," he complains. "Get him off me." He shoves Harry lightly, but he doesn't budge.

"Haz, come on, get off him," I say, walking over and grabbing his arm, trying to drag him off JJ.

"I don't want to," Harry whines. "He's comfy."

"You can sit on me if you want," I offer. "Just leave JJ alone."

"Fine," he huffs, getting up. I sit down on an unoccupied sofa, and Harry drapes himself across my lap. Which I thought would be fine, but he can't stop fidgeting.