It's come again. The fic is short because it faints. Swinging with Louie's cuteness >///<

Losing to Louie in a tiny sweater, she looks cute and cuddly.

Empty dressing room and clothes and shoes Scattered around the room, Harry knew that Louie hadn't returned to the shared dressing room yet and was probably causing some mischief. The tall man smiled and shook his head at his small girlfriend's mischievousness. How old are you?

A large hand pulled the door shut. step into the room Intending to change out of the concert clothes that had been worn all night before going back to the hotel to take a shower, I picked up a shirt from the delivery rack and changed it to a white t-shirt that was now wet with both sweat and water that Liam had pretended to spray on stage first. He was walking towards the little person's clothes rack when he saw the gray sweater that Louie was wearing in the first half of the concert. I remember that when we came in to change clothes together, Louie kept complaining that it was hot so he changed into a tank top. instead

Actually, this shirt was his own, but he liked it when Louie wore it. In addition to being larger than the normal size of the person who wears it, it also has long sleeves that cover Louie's palm and is very cute >//< Harry shakes his head to himself before going to pick up a new t-shirt on the hanger. Instead, I'm afraid that the good person will complain about the heat again.

Walked over and sat down on the sofa in the corner of the room. Slender fingers scroll the phone screen endlessly. From what I talked to the staff about, they probably only had another ten minutes. Before the car came to take us back to the hotel, I was thinking of sending a message to ask the little person where he was. The room door suddenly opened.

“Lou! What's going on?!" It was as if the mode had been turned on.

panic

Harry asked quickly as he saw the sight in front of him move towards the little man. Who was now in front of her face, tears streaming down her face, thin lips tightly pressed, standing on tiptoe with Liam supporting one side. The other side of the team

“Calm down, Harry. This guy ran and fell. You must have sprained your ankle,” Liam said in a guilty voice, slowly bringing his small body to sit on the large sofa.

“Little one, is it really hurt?” The tall one sat down next to him. He thanked the team that helped rescue Louie before excusing himself to continue working.

"It's not a big deal," Louie grunted. When Harry bent down to examine his ankle, Before his whole body tensed when a long, slender finger gently touched the area that had begun to swell and redden, causing him to accidentally cry out loudly.

“I'll go get some ice when I tell Alberto. Let me find some ointment,” Liam said quickly before leaving the room.

"It hurts, I said it hurts. What did you do to be naughty that caused you to fall? Where else does it hurt?" Harry scolded the small man gently, his large hands tracing all over his thin body, looking for wounds.

"It only hurts my ankle....and..." His sweet face bowed and avoided his eyes. His small hand twisted the hem of his shirt, his usual habit when he had something to hide.

“And what is it, Louie?” the tall man asked quietly. A large hand grabbed the small wrist and held it in place to keep it from moving around. He noticed that the other person's bowed face was faintly red.

“It hurts.........butt,” a sweet voice whispered softly. Clear blue eyes looked up at him. Some lips puckered a little and began to pout more. When the tall figure burst out laughing loudly

“Harry! Stop laughing right now, you're asking me, aren't you!!” The small palms flickered out of their grip and turned into two small fists, pounding his shoulders repeatedly.

“Oh, that's enough. It has stopped.” He grabbed both of his wrists again. His lips let out an amused smile that he tried to hold back so as not to anger the angry person.

“If someone slips and falls, it must hurt their butt. Are you going to hurt your stomach or something?”

"Then do I have to look at my butt in case there's a bruise or a dislocated bone?" His voice sounded serious. Contrary to the dazzling green eyes, a large hand moved to move around the bottom of the little person who began to squirm on his lap.

“Ah, Harold, don't touch me! No need to look, my butt is fine, it only hurts a little.” A large hand was still supporting the screaming man when there was a knock at the door and Alberto stepped into the room and handed Harry a package of ice packs and ointment to cure bruises.

“The car came and waited and was put on the car. And tonight I'll apply this medicine to Louie," he said to Harry briefly and opened the door to wait urgently.

Harry nodded and handed the compress and tube of medicine to Louie to hold. Position yourself so that your hands are comfortable and hold the little person up to your chest.

“Harry! I can walk on my own." I tried to struggle again. Being held in a princess pose like this would be embarrassing.

“If you want to apply medicine to your butt yourself, don't struggle,” he said softly into his small ear. before gently pressing his lips to his nose. Turn and nod to the person standing in front of the door to guide you.

Louie buried his face in his broad chest but still couldn't hide his red ears. The tall man chuckled. When a small fist slammed hard into the middle of his chest.

"One fist must be exchanged for one kiss. If you count the people in the room just now, it's already ten."

“Harold...that guy who just gets it!”

= FIN =