I apologise if I screwed up the capitalisation or something in your username love, my writing is hella messy and I'm not one hundred percent confident about this! Hopefully it's right! :)
Also, I'm gonna be kinda cheeky here and mix another request in here, 'Harry dislocates his shoulder' for 5SecondsOfSyd. Again, capitalisation there may be a little off but I'm sure you get the idea.
I'm really sorry for the wait lovelys, I just have so many requests to get through. I really did go as fast as I could and now we're finally here!
Sorry for the pre-story authors note, just wanted to make sure that bit was seen :)
Enjoy!
"He's completely vulnerable" Liam smiled mischievously, rubbing his hands together comically like the villains in television cartoons.
"What are you gonna do?" Niall met his gaze with a similar look on his face. I smirked. Harry was always picking at the two of them, doing little things just to get on their nerves. It was never anything major, maybe just hiding something or turning their alarms off to make them late, but Niall and Liam had been waiting for some kind of payback for years. It was quite amusing for me to watch. Harry never came anywhere near me, he knew how badly he would lose if he tried to mess with me so I was just a spectator in all this and honestly it was such a good place to be.
Liam stared at the carpet deep in thought for a minute or so before grunting in annoyance and shrugging his shoulders, "I don't know, this isn't really my thing."
I snorted, nudging Harry with my knee to see how deeply asleep he was. The long boy didn't even twitch. He was out cold on the couch, one arm dangling on the ground with his lips parted slightly and quiet snores emitting from him.
Last night we'd spent the evening binge watching some show on Netflix and then all crashed in the lounge. Everyone was awake now at just past nine am but Harry was still sound asleep.
"Can we just... I dunno, like jump on him? I reckon that would be pretty fun" Niall smiled, staring down at our friend.
Liam sighed,obviously not overly impressed with Niall's suggestion. "Any ideas Lou?"
I shook my head with a chuckle, "Nah, I'm not getting involved in this. You idiots can figure this one out on your own."
"Please can we jump on him?" Niall pleaded, bouncing on his heels excitedly.
"That's lame though..."Liam groaned, "this is our only chance to get back at him."
"Then we'll just like- pour water all over him first or something. Come on Li, I just really want to jump on him" Niall waved his hands around desperately, trying to convince Liam to go along with him.
Liam glanced at Harry again and sighed, a small smile creeping onto his face, "fine, let's go full up a bucket then."
Niall cheered quietly so that he wouldn't wake up Harry and ran off into the kitchen to find something to fill up with water. Liam ran after him.
I smirked and positioned myself in the corner of the room, crouching down behind a wooden stool. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket an balanced it on top, ready to record this whole thing. Even though it was kind of lame, I could only imagine how priceless Harry's reaction was going to be.
I clicked record as Liam and Niall returned, balancing a massive bucket of cold water between them both. They saw the camera immediately and grinned as the sneaked towards Harry's sleeping form. Suddenly Harry made a sound and rolled over, causing everyone to pause and go silent, holding their breath.
He swallowed and his body relaxed again.
Niall made a 'phew' gesture with his hands as he and Liam got ready to pour the water on top of Harry. I held in the excited laughter that was bubbling in my chest and waited for the moment to happen. Liam mouthed a silent countdown, 3, 2, 1 and then SPLASH!
The water hit Harry, instantly saturating him as he jumped into consciousness blinking and shouting out in confusion. Niall let out a war cry and jumped on top of him, Liam following. I laughed loudly as I watched the scene unfold through the camera on my phone, chuckling as limbs flew everywhere.
Harry was laughing now too, shaking the water from his face as he wormed his way out from underneath Liam and Niall's flailing bodies. The arm that had been dangling off the couch was completely immobile, Liam's butt was sat right on his shoulder and when Harry tried to slip off the couch Liam tumbled down his arm like a slide.
We all heard the popping sound and I quickly looked up from the camera and everyone went still in fright.
"Off, get off, now" Harry uttered, sounding incredibly strained. Liam hurriedly stood up, hands up in surrender, and Niall jumped off the back of the couch, looking scared. I stopped the recording and stepped forward as Harry tried to compose himself. His head was down and his jaw was clenched as he just laid there, not moving an inch.
"Are you okay Haz?" Liam asked carefully, guilt seeping into his voice when he realised how much pain he'd caused Harry. It was just an accident, but I knew Liam would find some stupid way to pin the blame on himself if Harry really was hurt.
Harry grunted and shakily raised his left hand, wiping his saturated hair from his face. His fingers then went to his right shoulder where he brushed them ever so lightly over the skin and winced.
"We're really sorry, we didn't mean to" Niall murmured quietly, sounding like he was about to cry.
"It was an accident guys, it's fine. Someone go get an ice-pack" I huffed. Liam and Niall both hurried out of the room, obviously feeling awkward and sheepish.
"I think my arms like, broken or something" Harry opened his eyes. He grabbed onto his elbow with his left hand and heaved himself upright with a groan of pain, his face contracting and scrunching up.
"You're not gonna pass out or anything?' I asked, looking him right in the eye. I'd seen one of my younger siblings break a bone before and it had been terrifying watching them pass out only to be told later that it was a common reaction to breaking bones.
Harry shook his head, "don't think so."
"Where's hurting?" I frowned.
"Shoulder, back" Harry whined, eyes growing wet. The thing with Harry was that he didn't cry so seeing him get like that made me worry.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you" I told him as I reached up and gently picked up his T-shirt sleeve between my fingertips. I drew the fabric back over Harry's skin, feeling his body go stiff when I accidentally brushed his tender shoulder. It was already beginning to swell and the skin was red and stressed.
Liam came bounding back in with a tea towel, "there's no ice-packs so we wrapped up some peas" he shoved the bag into my grasp and bit his lip, looking over at Harry. "I'm so sorry mate, we weren't trying to hurt you."
"It's fine, just a bit of fun" Harry forced a smile. I reached out and slowly pressed the towel against Harry's shoulder, squeezing his leg encouragingly as he cried out at the pressure. I felt bad but didn't pull back, knowing that the cold would help in the long run. Harry's bottom lip started bleeding and Liam went off to find a tissue.
After a few minutes of getting used to the cold and pressure Harry relaxed a little and his lips stopped spitting blood. We tried getting him to move his arm but it didn't seem to be possible, every time he tried his eyes would fill with tears and he'd be right back to bleeding from his mouth again.
We iced the site for about ten minutes and then I checked on it again to see that it had begun to bruise and the area was definitely swollen and painful looking. I grimaced and put the ice-pack back.
"I think we should drive you to the hospital" I admitted.
"It's not that bad Lou" Harry rolled his tearful eyes.
"You can't even move your arm" I deadpanned, pointing at the limp limb.
"It'll be fine in a few hours" Harry said unconvincingly.
"I think Louis' right Haz, just to make sure its nothing serious" Niall added his opinion.
Harry chest shuddered as he sighed and I knew he was still refraining from crying. I didn't care if he didn't want to go to the hospital, I was going to make him.
"Come on, let's go get you changed out of those wet clothes and then we'll head out" I raised an eyebrow at him and held out a hand to help him up, silently telling him that I meant business and he really didn't have a choice.
"I can get changed on my own Lou, thanks" he took my hand and eased onto his feet slowly, gingerly holding his favoured arm with his other. He stumbled a little and I grabbed onto him, careful not to jolt his shoulder.
"H? You good?" I tilted his chin up with my finger as he got his balance back.
"Yeah, sorry, I'm j-just feeling kinda shaky" Harry replied. I passed him onto Liam seeing as he was closest to Harry's height and could probably hold the extra weight better than I could.
"That's alright mate, I'll help ya" Liam grinned tightly, leading Harry off into the bedroom where the bags were.
"I can't believe we broke his arm, we were just messing around" Niall shook his head sadly as he tied his shoes on.
"You might not have broken his arm, we don't know that yet. And I seriously doubt he believes that you and Liam did this on purpose" I assured him, grabbing a quick snack from the cupboard. I wasn't sure if it was for myself or Harry yet. I'd have to see how hungry I got on the way.
"Still" Niall sighed. "I'll call a taxi."
Five minutes later Harry an Lima reappeared from the bedroom, Harry in a fresh set of clothes apart from his shirt.
"Couldn't get the shirt off" Harry mumbled after he caught me staring at him, "hurt too much."
I nodded, "how far away the car Ni?"
"A couple of minutes, it should be here by the time we get down there" he replied.
"Come on then, let's get out of here."
Harry stayed quiet for the most of the way to the hospital, munching on the chips I had given him. Niall and Liam looked sorry for themselves and I was beginning to find the silence awkward. I practically jumped out of the the car when we finally pulled up outside the hospital, the awkwardness getting too much to handle.
Liam paid the driver and we headed into the front.
"Good morning, what can I do for you boys?" The lady behind the counter asked sweetly, smiling cheerfully.
Niall smiled back, "we kind of crushed our friend and now he can't move his arm. He'd like to see a doctor."
"Of course. Here, fill these out and take a seat, the wait shouldn't be very long" she smiled again, handing over a clipboard with a pile of papers attached to the top. I nodded gratefully and lead The group over to the seats, plopping down in the closest one. I handed the board to Harry so that he could answer all the questions and fill in all the gaps. He took it and rested it on his lap before halting in his tracks, pursing his lips. He stretched the fingers out on his right hand, the hand attached to the arm he couldn't move, and gingerly picked up the pen. He cringed and clenched his jaw as he started writing so I quickly stopped him, taking the board back.
"Sorry I forgot. You tell me what to write" I smiled, clicking the pen.
Harry sighed, glaring at his dysfunctional hand.
About twenty minutes later a doctor came out calling Harry's name and he stood up, swaying dizzily like he had back at the hotel. I jumped up to steady him as did Niall, grabbing on to his other side.
"Would you like a wheelchair?" The doctor offered kindly. Harry shook his head stubbornly and after taking a deep breath he started after the doctor to his office. I wasn't sure if we three we supposed to follow but we did anyway, afraid that he would topple over or something.
The doctor prodded and his shoulder for a while before Harry got an X-Ray.
"Can you see that? It's a space that isn't supposed to be there. It means that's were going to have to reposition the bone before it can cause any nerve damage" the doctor pointed to the dark shape of the X-Ray photo.
Harry groaned, "that sounds painful."
"It usually is. We can put you under if you like but it really is a quick process that hardly takes five seconds" the doctor said, laying down the two options Harry had. Personally, I'd just get it done awake. It was quicker and I'm sure Harry could handle five seconds of pain.
"Just do it now, please" Harry swallowed nervously, clutching onto the bed he was sitting on with his good arm.
"You're sure?"
"Totally, go" Harry squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation. The doctor chuckled a bit at his keenness and steeped forward, gently wrapping his arms around Harry's upper arm.
"Will one of you give him something to hold onto?" The doctor gestured with his head. Liam stepped forward and placed Harry's hand on his shirt. Harry pulled a face at the feel of the material and instead reached out to cling onto Liam's hand.
"Okay Harry, five seconds remember? That's all..." The doctor trailed off as he started lifting Harry arms slightly. Liam grunted and I glanced at they're connected hands to see Harry clinging on tightly.
The doctor suddenly shoved the arm, successfully popping it back into the shoulder socket. Harry cried out in pain and shock, his eyes flying open.
"That's it, all done. You feeling okay, no dizziness or lightheadedness?" The doctor asked Harry, watching his wife eyes. Liam cringed as he gently pried Harry's stiff fingers off of him, gritting his teeth as he stretched his fingers our. Harry's grip must've been pretty tight.
""No... Holy fuck that hurt" Harry moaned, letting his head hang forward. I laughed, "yeah we figured by the way you almost broke Liam's fingers."
"Sorry" he apologised to Liam half-heartedly.
"Alright, so that should be feeling better already. I'll give you this to strap on now and the payment will just be included in the price you pay on your way out today" the doctor reached into a cupboard and pulled out a navy blue fabric sling, complete with adjustable straps.
He helped Harry get it on properly.
"And there, all done. I would suggest definitely taking some pain killers throughout the day for the next couple of weeks because that arm is going to quite sore. You're going to want to go easy with it, be careful. Other than paying, you boys are all set to go" he smiled.
"Thanks" Harry groaned as he stood up, arm hanging awkwardly on his chest. It looked kind of funny to be honest.
"No problem, see you later lads" the doctor waved us out, closing the door after us.
Liam shook his hand again to try and get rid of the stiff feeling. I couldn't help but grin.
"My hand feels like it's been run over by a train" he laughed, continuing to shake his hand.
Harry smiled sheepishly, "oops."
"I'm not even mad, you just got your shoulder popped back into place and I'm complaining about a couple of bruised fingers" Liam chuckled.
"Still, I didn't think it was squeezing that hard."
"Oh, you definitely were."