Harry Styles. BSM, DDM.

You have a sneezing fit. BSM.

You have a sneezing fit. BSM.

Harry age 4.

You and Harry were laying on the couch in the recording studio as he was waiting for his turn. He was laying in his back and you were laying on his front with your front on his. (You know what I mean!)

You were breathing normally with Harry's hand on your back and the other on your head when all the sudden,

"Atchew!" You sneezed a high pitched little sneeze and your small body lurched at the same time.

"Bless you, my love." Harry chuckled but apparently you weren't finished.

"Atchew!" Your high pitch sneeze came again. Harry laughed and looked down at you from his laying position as you rubbed your itchy nose.

"Ha- Atchew!" You growled becoming annoyed and Harry sat up and sat you on his lap and reached forward for the tissue box.

"Atchew!" You let out some whiny noise and threw your arms around starting to pout.

Harry balled up a tissue and held it over your nose and mouth as you continued to sneeze.

Once you thought you were done, Harry cautiously pulled the tissue away and looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"Atchew!" Harry softly laughs and wipes your nose since you were positive that you were done.

"All done?" Harry asks and you nod and yawn, falling back asleep on his chest.