This was a request from louisharry2894

"Good night Harry! Good night Louis! Good night Liam! Good night Zayn!" Niall shouted from upstairs.

"Night Nialler!"

"Goodnight!"

"Don't let the bed bugs bite!"

"Night!"

Niall went into his room, closing the door behind him.

"Well I guess I'll be going to bed now too," Zayn says.

"Same here," Harry says, starting to stand up.

The others nod.

"Goodnight guys."

"Bye!"

Harry and Zayn head upstairs. They brush their teeth, change into some more comfortable attire, etc.

Midnight

Harry shifts in his bed. He suddenly sits up. He shifted more, and realized it. He had wet the bed, and not just wet, soaked it. This is a dream, this has to be a dream! He can't wet himself, everyone's going to hate him and think he's a baby. He hasn't wet himself since he was six years old! He pinches himself, wincing in pain. Oh this was real alright. He looks around, wondering what he should do. He suddenly remembers the spare sheets in his closet. He tiptoes to his closet, hoping no one can hear all his movement from outside, and finds the spare sheet. He takes the wet sheet off, and puts the new one on. His mattress is a bit wet, or a lot, but he'll deal with it.

He spins in circles, wondering what to do with the wet sheets. Someone will surely see it in the laundry machine, and he obviously can't just start a new cycle, someone will hear.

His eyelids droop.

"I'll do something about it later," he mumbles to himself, and throws the wet sheets into the closet.

He falls back onto the bed and goes to sleep.

7 AM:
"Harry?" someone says, tapping his shoulder.

"Mmf," Harry grumbles.

The person chuckles.

"You alright mate, look like you didn't have the best sleep," Harry finally recognizes the voice as Niall's.

"Mm? Y-yea, I'm fine," Harry says, as the memories from the late night come flooding back into his head.

"Well, alright, come down for breakfast soon, 'aight?" Niall says.

Harry nods. As soon as Niall leaves the room, Harry jumps up. He wonders how Niall hadn't smelled... well... it.

Harry knows the others will get suspicious if he doesn't come down soon.

Harry sighs. He takes the wet sheets, throws them into the bathtub, and quickly heads to the kitchen. He'll just make sure to be the first one finished, so he can get back up and wash his sheets.

Or maybe he'll just throw them away. That way there'll be no way someone will find them... probably.

He heads downstairs.

"There he is!" Niall says, grinning.

"Hmm?" Harry says.

"Nothin', just happy you're finally down," Niall says.

Harry just shrugs, and starts to get some pancakes that Liam had made.

Harry shoves the pancakes into his mouth.

"Well someone's hungry," Louis says, almost giggling.

Harry blushes and continues.

"W-well, look at Niall," Harry says embarrassedly.

Niall just chuckles.

"I hafta wee, but I wanna eat before, so you guys don't take it all!" Niall says.

Liam half-grins.

"Mate, just go, we'll save you some," Liam says.

"SoMe? That's not enough!" Niall jokes.

Liam shakes his head playfully.

Harry gulps nervously, hoping Niall won't go to the bathroom with... with the stuff in it.

Niall finally rushes off... and right into the bathroom Harry wanted him not to go in.

Harry subconsciously curses under his breath, earning some weirded out looks from his bandmates.

Harry hopes Niall will be in too much of a rush to notice it.

Niall comes out a moment later, a smile plastered onto his face.

"Ahh, all better," Niall says.

The others laugh at him, Harry just smiles.

Harry quickly puts his plate in the sink and rushes into the bathroom.

"Hey guys," Niall says, once he knows Harry can't hear.

Liam nods.

"What's up?" Louis says.

Zayn just continues nibbling on his pancake.

"I-I saw something in the bathroom," Niall says.

"Oh yea, what kinda thing," Louis says smirking.

"No, I'm being serious," Niall says.

Liam just nods again.

"I-I saw wet sheets, bedsheets," Niall says.

Liam looks concerned, glancing at the others for their reactions.

"It had to have been Harry," Niall says.

"Why wouldn't he tell us?" Louis says, pouting.

"I would be embarrassed to tell you too Lou, at least for the first few hours," Niall says.

"What's that 'sposed to mean," Louis says.

"You tease people too much sometimes," Zayn says, his mouth full of pancake.

"He must have woken in the middle of the night, poor lad, because I woke him up just now and his sheets were dry," Niall says.

Just then, the door opens, and a nervous looking Harry pops out.

"Hey Harry, we wanna ask you something," Lou says.

Harry gulps anxiously, putting the bundled up wet sheet behind his back.

"N-now?" he stutters.

Niall nods.

Harry just nods, but doesn't move and closer to them.

Niall comes over to Harry and hugs him, surprising Harry.

"Harry, did you have a little accident last night?" Niall whispers quietly into Harry's ear.

Harry is frozen for a second, before a lone tear trickles down his face, and he nods.

"'Mm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen, please don't be mad! D-did you tell the others?" Harry asks.

"First of all, I could never be mad at you, and second, yes, I told the others, and they're not mad either," Niall says.

Niall wipes tears from the curly's face.

"Do you want me to clean those sheets?" Niall asks, gesturing towards the sheets in Harry's hand.

Harry blushes.

"No, you'll get all... all w-wet," Harry says.

Niall takes the sheet out of his hand anyways.

"Why don't you rest, you must be tired," Niall says.

Harry doesn't fight it, and sits on the couch, squeezing into a small ball and wrapping a blanket around himself.

Niall gives him some warm milk and honey.

Luckily it's a free day, so Harry takes a three hour nap. (Is that long? I haven't taken a nap since I was like 7, when I was forced, and I sleep from like (20:24-2:00) to (6:27-7:46)

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