Wisdom Teeth and Wide Eyes: A Live Stream Disaster
ratalarry
Summary:
Harry gets his wisdom teeth removed and itās very chaotic and funny.
Work Text:
Louis couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he set his phone for a live stream in the waiting room of the oral
surgeon's office. Louis knew the combination of anesthesia and pain medication was going to make for an
interesting day. Harry was already a bit of a goofball on a normal day, so the idea of him being under the
influence of medication had Louis both excited and a little apprehensive.
"Hey, everyone," Louis greeted the camera with a smile. "So, Iām currently waiting for Harry to wake up from
getting his wisdom teeth out. Thought Iād take you along for the ride today because, well, letās be honestāitās
probably going to be hilarious."
The chat quickly filled with comments from viewers, all eager to see what antics Harry would get up to. Louis
kept an eye on the door, waiting for the nurse to come out.
A few minutes later, the door opened, and a nurse came out with a big grin on her face. "You can come back
now," she said. "Heās awake, and, wellā¦."
Louis couldnāt help but laugh as he followed the nurse to the room. He could hear Harry mumbling incoherently,
his words slurred, tone full of exaggerated emotion. When Louis walked in, he was greeted by the sight of Harry
sitting in a recliner, his cheeks puffed up, gauze packed inside his mouth.
"Hey," Louis said softly, trying to suppress his laughter as he approached.
But the moment Louis touched Harryās arm, Harry jerked back dramatically, his eyes wide with indignation.
"UGH!" he exclaimed, his voice muffled. "You canāt TOUCH me! I have a BOYFRIEND!"
The nurses and doctors in the room couldnāt help but chuckle at Harryās outburst, trying to hide their laughter
behind their hands. Louis bit his lip, struggling to keep a straight face as he played along.
"Harry, I am your boyfriend."
Harry blinked up at Louis, his brows furrowing in confusion as he tried to process what heād just heard. After a
moment, his expression softened, and he blinked slowly as if realizing something profound. "Ohā¦?" voice
softening into something resembling awe.
"Yes, love, Iām your boyfriend."
Harryās face lit up with a dopey grin, eyes shining with affection. "love you," he slurred, leaning but stopping just
short, his balance a bit off.
Louis laughed, heart swelling with warmth as he carefully helped Harry to his feet. "I love you too, Haz," he said,
wrapping an arm around Harry to steady him.
With some help from the nurse, Louis got Harry into the car, all while continuing the live stream. The viewers
were eating it up, flooding the chat with heart emojis and laughing faces.
As they made their way, Harry kept trying to say something, but the gauze in his mouth made his words nearly
impossible to understand. Louis just nodded along, making sure Harry stayed upright as he got him into the
passenger seat.
Once on the road, Louis decided they should stop and get something soft for Harry.
Louis ordered a vanilla milkshake for Harry and some soup for himself. As they waited, Harry kept looking
around the car, his expression growing more and more puzzled.
"Did you get me anything?" Harry suddenly asked, his voice full of concern.
Harryās eyes widened in shock, and his lower lip started to tremble. "Youā¦ you didnāt get me anything?" he asked,
his voice breaking as tears welled up in his eyes. "Butā¦ I thoughtā¦"
"I got you a milkshake, see? Itās right here."
Harryās tears spilled over as he looked at the milkshake, and he let out a relieved sob. "You did get me
somethingā¦" he whispered, sniffling as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Thank you, Louisā¦ I love
you so muchā¦"
Louisās heart melted as he handed Harry the milkshake, watching as Harry clumsily tried to drink. "I love you too,
Haz," Louis said softly, voice full of affection. "Iām always going to take care of you."
After the milkshake, Harry seemed to calm down, though the medication was still making him act a bit loopy. As
they continued to drive, Harry noticed Louis talking to the camera again, answering questions from the viewers.
But in his foggy state, Harry misinterpreted what was happening. He turned to Louis with a look of betrayal on
his face. "Whyā¦ why are you talking about me?" he asked, his voice quivering with hurt. "Are youā¦ are you being
mean? Are you gossiping about me?"
Louis was taken aback, but he quickly realized what was happening. "No, no, Haz, Iām not being mean," he
assured, reaching over to squeeze Harryās hand. "Iām just talking to the stream, letting them know how youāre
doing. I would never gossip about you."
Harry blinked, confusion deepening. "Youāreā¦ youāre not my real boyfriend, are you?" he asked, his voice dropping
to a whisper. "You did something toā¦ why are my cheeks so big? What did you do?"
Louis couldnāt help but laugh softly, even as he tried to reassure Harry. "Haz, love, I promise Iām your real
boyfriend. Your cheeks are big because of the surgery, remember?."
But Harry wasnāt convinced. In a sudden fit of defiance, he reached into his mouth and pulled out one of the
pieces of gauze, spitting it out at Louis before bursting into a fit of giggles that lasted a good ten minutes.
Louis laughed along with him, shaking his head in disbelief at how chaotic the day had become. The viewers
were loving it, the chat exploding with laughter and supportive comments. Louis had to admit, despite the
madness, it was endearing to see Harry in this stateāso unfiltered, so purely himself.
Eventually, they made it home, and Louis helped Harry out of the car, guiding him carefully up to the apartment.
As they approached the door, Louis suddenly remembered the prank he had set up earlier in the dayāhe had put
plastic wrap over the doorway as a joke, intending to surprise Harry when he got home.
But in his current state, Harry wasnāt exactly coordinated, and before Louis could stop him, Harry walked straight
into the plastic wrap, bouncing back slightly before staring at it in confusion.
"Louis!" Harry exclaimed, his voice full of indignation as he rubbed his face. "Why is there a wall here? Who put
this wall here?"
Louis bust out laughing, quickly pulling down the plastic wrap as he guided Harry into the apartment. "Sorry,
Haz, that was supposed to be a prank, but I didnāt mean for you to walk right into it."
Harry pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Youāre mean," he muttered, but there was no real anger in his
voice.
Louis grinned, leaning down to kiss the top of Harryās head. "Youāre right, love. Iām sorry. No more pranks today, I
promise."
As they settled into the living room, Harry suddenly looked up at Louis with wide, worried eyes. "Louis," he said,
his voice trembling, "Iā¦ I think I did something wrong. Iām really sorryā¦ please donāt be mad at meā¦"
Louisās heart broke at the sheer vulnerability in Harryās voice. He sat down beside him, pulling Harry into a gentle
hug. "You didnāt do anything wrong, Haz," Louis whispered, stroking Harryās hair. "Thereās nothing to be sorry for."
"Butā¦ but itās always my fault," Harry mumbled, voice small. "I donāt want you to be madā¦ I love you, Louisā¦
please donāt leave meā¦"
Louis held Harry tighter, aching at the thought of Harry feeling like this. "Iām not mad, and Iām never going to
leave you, Harry," he said firmly. "I love you more than anything. Youāre safe with me, always."
Harry sniffled, cuddling closer to Louis, his anxiety slowly fading as he felt the warmth and comfort of Louisās
embrace. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice soft and full of love. "Iām really lucky to have you."
"No, Haz," Louis whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to Harryās forehead, "Iām lucky."
They stayed like that for a while, just holding each
other, til Harry suddenly perked up and looked at Louis with a serious expression. "Louis, I need you to do
something for me," he said, his tone urgent.
"What is it, love?" Louis asked, a bit concerned by the sudden change in Harryās demeanor.
"My skincare routine," Harry said, nodding as if this was the most important thing in the world. "I canāt do it right
now, but itās really important. Can you do it for me?"
Louis bit back a smile, nodding earnestly. "Of course, Haz. Iāll take care of it for you."
With Harry directing him (as best as he could in his current state), Louis carefully went through the steps of
Harryās skincare routine, applying each product with gentle hands. Harry watched him with a look of pure
contentment, clearly pleased with how Louis was taking care of him.
By the time they finished, Harry was starting to doze off again, his eyes drooping as he leaned against Louis.
"Thank you," he murmured sleepily. "Youāre the bestā¦"
Louis smiled, feeling a deep sense of love and warmth as he held Harry close. "Iām just taking care of you, love,"
he whispered. "Now, letās get you to bed."
Louis carefully helped Harry to the bedroom, guiding him under the covers and making sure he was
comfortable. As he tucked Harry in, he couldnāt help but feel a swell of pride and affection for the man.
"Goodnight, Haz," Louis whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Harryās cheek. "I love you."
Harry, already half-asleep, mumbled something that sounded like "you too" before drifting off completely.
As Louis quietly left the room, he couldnāt help but chuckle to himself, thinking back on the chaos. It had been a
whirlwind, but also been a reminder of just how much he loved Harryāevery part of him.
And as he finally settled down on the couch, ready to relax after a long day, Louis knew one thing for sure: he
wouldnāt trade this life with Harry for anything.
Published:2024-08-24