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Wisdom Teeth and Wide Eyes: A Live Stream Disaster ratalarry Summary: Harry gets his wisdom teeth removed and it’s 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, I’m currently waiting for Harry to wake up from getting his wisdom teeth out. Thought I’d take you along for the ride today because, well, let’s be honest—it’s 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. "He’s awake, and, well…." Louis couldn’t 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 Harry’s arm, Harry jerked back dramatically, his eyes wide with indignation. "UGH!" he exclaimed, his voice muffled. "You can’t TOUCH me! I have a BOYFRIEND!" The nurses and doctors in the room couldn’t help but chuckle at Harry’s 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 he’d just heard. After a moment, his expression softened, and he blinked slowly as if realizing something profound. "Oh…?" voice softening into something resembling awe. "Yes, love, I’m your boyfriend." Harry’s 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. Harry’s eyes widened in shock, and his lower lip started to tremble. "You… you didn’t get me anything?" he asked, his voice breaking as tears welled up in his eyes. "But… I thought…" "I got you a milkshake, see? It’s right here." Harry’s tears spilled over as he looked at the milkshake, and he let out a relieved sob. "You did get me something…" he whispered, sniffling as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Thank you, Louis… I love you so much…" Louis’s 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. "I’m 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. "Why… why are you talking about me?" he asked, his voice quivering with hurt. "Are you… are you being mean? Are you gossiping about me?" Louis was taken aback, but he quickly realized what was happening. "No, no, Haz, I’m not being mean," he assured, reaching over to squeeze Harry’s hand. "I’m just talking to the stream, letting them know how you’re doing. I would never gossip about you." Harry blinked, confusion deepening. "You’re… you’re not my real boyfriend, are you?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You did something to… why are my cheeks so big? What did you do?" Louis couldn’t help but laugh softly, even as he tried to reassure Harry. "Haz, love, I promise I’m your real boyfriend. Your cheeks are big because of the surgery, remember?." But Harry wasn’t 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 state—so 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 day—he had put plastic wrap over the doorway as a joke, intending to surprise Harry when he got home. But in his current state, Harry wasn’t 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 didn’t mean for you to walk right into it." Harry pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "You’re mean," he muttered, but there was no real anger in his voice. Louis grinned, leaning down to kiss the top of Harry’s head. "You’re right, love. I’m 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, "I… I think I did something wrong. I’m really sorry… please don’t be mad at me…" Louis’s heart broke at the sheer vulnerability in Harry’s voice. He sat down beside him, pulling Harry into a gentle hug. "You didn’t do anything wrong, Haz," Louis whispered, stroking Harry’s hair. "There’s nothing to be sorry for." "But… but it’s always my fault," Harry mumbled, voice small. "I don’t want you to be mad… I love you, Louis… please don’t leave me…" Louis held Harry tighter, aching at the thought of Harry feeling like this. "I’m not mad, and I’m never going to leave you, Harry," he said firmly. "I love you more than anything. You’re safe with me, always." Harry sniffled, cuddling closer to Louis, his anxiety slowly fading as he felt the warmth and comfort of Louis’s embrace. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice soft and full of love. "I’m really lucky to have you." "No, Haz," Louis whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s forehead, "I’m 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 Harry’s demeanor. "My skincare routine," Harry said, nodding as if this was the most important thing in the world. "I can’t do it right now, but it’s really important. Can you do it for me?" Louis bit back a smile, nodding earnestly. "Of course, Haz. I’ll 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 Harry’s 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. "You’re the best…" Louis smiled, feeling a deep sense of love and warmth as he held Harry close. "I’m just taking care of you, love," he whispered. "Now, let’s 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 couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride and affection for the man. "Goodnight, Haz," Louis whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Harry’s 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 couldn’t 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 Harry—every 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 wouldn’t trade this life with Harry for anything. Published:2024-08-24
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