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"I-I don't… want t-to fl… fly," Harry cried as more tears ran down his cheeks, breaths hitching and voice hiccuping through his sobs. He wiped his cheeks against the pillow he was leaning on, already damp from the afternoon's crying efforts. 

"You'll be fine once we get in the air, Harry," Dr Gray sighed.

"NO, I don't want to," Harry shouted, frustration clearly showing. 

This particular crying episode had continued on for the last 45 minutes and Dr Gray was starting to become exasperated. He'd gone through all the things that normally worked with Harry when he was in that stage between big and little, struggling between the two headspaces. At one stage, when Dr Gray had asked Harry if he needed help going down and finding the right headspace, Harry had claimed he was still big and didn't want to go down. Dr Gray was starting to see that decision crumbling in front of his eyes, Harry becoming more childlike by the second as he started to regress. The process wasn't made any easier by Harry who fought against it every second, determined to stay in control and maintain his big mindset privileges. 

"Why don't you want to fly?" Dr Gray asked for the third time that afternoon, trying to clarify what was going through Harry's head so he could figure out how to help him.

"Be…cause, I just don't w-want to." 

They were back to square one once again. They had been going in this circle all afternoon, Harry claiming he didn't want to fly tonight, Dr Gray asking why and Harry just saying he didn't want to. As much as Dr Gray tried to pry into what was going on in Harry's head, he wasn't getting any answers. Dr Gray decided it was time to bring out the more extreme options. 

"You know, if you're scared or anxious I can set you up comfortably for the flight. You could sleep through the whole thing if you want to," Dr Gray suggested. He didn't like using the more extreme interventions too often, but they had a 16 hour flight ahead of them and he was not going to let Harry cry and scream through the whole thing. 

"I don't want sleepies, I want Daddy!" Harry yelled, turning away from Dr Gray where he was laying on the hotel bed. 

Dr Gray inhaled sharply, knowing they had reached the point where Harry had lost the battle with his head, slipping into his little space. Harry calling Louis 'Daddy' was a clear indicator that he had finally tipped into his little mindset. 

"You know Daddy would be here if it was possible, but it just isn't possible right now," Dr Gray reassured, trying to navigate Harry's headspace as he watched him drop further. "That's why I'm here instead, to look after you and make sure you are happy and healthy and taken care of." The boy looked incredibly young rubbing his teary eyes, curled up in his place on the bed.

"'s not fair," Harry claimed, bursting into another round of sobs which wracked his whole body. Dr Gray comforted Harry from where he sat on the edge of the bed, hushing his sobs as he ran his hand up and down Harry's back to comfort him. 

When the latest round of tears started to subside, Dr Gray took the chance. "Harry, how old are you at the moment?" The doctor inquired. 

"I dunno," Harry shrugged as he scrubbed at his face with his sleeve, "I wanna be big but I think 'm pretty little." 

Dr Gray nodded in understanding, rolling Harry onto his back so he could look Harry in the eye properly. "What if I give you some options and you can tell me what you want to do, that way you still get to make the decision just like when you're big but it makes it easier for you." 

Harry shrugged noncommittally, but Dr Gray knew that was as good as a yes from little Harry. 

"Ok, you've got three options," Dr Gray paused to gather his thoughts, running through the options in his mind to make sure they were clear before he gave them to Harry. 

"Option one, we get you into some comfy clothes and find Honey, go downstairs, drive to the airport and get on this flight. I won't give you any drugs to help, so you still get to control when you sleep and eat and you can do whatever you want on the flight." Dr Gray paused letting Harry process what he had said and waiting to see if he had any questions. When Harry nodded in understanding he continued. 

"Option two, you still get comfy clothes and Honey but you also take some pills for anxiety if you're feeling anxious. They won't work straight away but if you take them now they should be starting to work by the time we take off. They'll make you relaxed but not sleepy." 

Harry thought about it for a moment before nodding his head. 

"Option three is the most invasive but easiest for you. I'll set you up with an IV, I can give you some medication for the anxiety which will make you relaxed straight away and then you can decide if you want sleep medication or not, either now or when we get on the plane. You can sleep through the whole flight and I'll wake you up on the other side." 

Dr Gray could tell immediately which option had appealed to Harry the most but he let Harry take his time to think over each of the options. He only stepped in when Harry started to whine, tears pooling in his eyes again. 

"Speak to me, what's the matter? What are you thinking?" Dr Gray inquired gently, pulling Harry's hands away from his face so he could see him clearly. 

"I dunno what to pick." Harry cried, bursting into tears again. 

"That's ok," Dr Gray consoled, "let's go through them slowly together." 

Dr Gray paused to reach for the tissue box on the bedside table, taking a couple out before wiping Harry's tears from his cheeks and getting him to blow his nose. 

"Ok, you let me know what you like and what you don't like and we'll figure out what's best for you, ok?" Harry nodded, showing Dr Gray that he agreed. 

"Ok, comfortable clothes, like or dislike?" Harry put his thumb up instantly. 

"Honey?" Harry twisted his thumb to the side, half way between up and down. This surprised Dr Gray. He knew Harry loved his stuffed toy so it made no sense that Harry wouldn't want it. 

"Why don't you want Honey?" Dr Gray asked softly. 

"I DO WANT HONEY," Harry shouted. This only confused Dr Gray even more, trying to figure out how to make sense of Harry's response. It was only when Harry continued quietly that the pieces started to click into place. 

"I don't want people to see," Harry whispered, a look of horror on his face, eyes wide as he looked at Dr Gray. 

Harry's tantrum made sense then. His reluctance to fly, his determination to stay big, and his unwillingness to accept the help which he obviously needed all centred around maintaining his public image, the image that all the band and crew were used to seeing. This was the first flight in a while where Harry wanted to be little but felt like he couldn't be because of the presence of the band and crew. 

"We can figure something out so people don't see. Put a curtain up or something so that you are hidden?" Dr Gray contemplated, trying to figure out the best solution that would protect Harry's privacy and give him the little time he needed. 

"But 's rude," Harry whined. 

"They won't mind Harry. You've been on the road for the past 4 months and done over 60 shows. No one will mind if you need some alone time, and most people will probably sleep for most of the flight anyway." 

Harry looked so torn, not knowing what he wanted. "I dunno." Harry really wanted his daddy, he would usually make all the tough decisions like this when he was little, always knowing what's best. 

"Ok, let's keep going through the list of likes and dislikes and see if anything becomes clearer. What about no drugs? Is that a good or bad thing today?" 

Harry's thumb immediately shot down, indicating it was a bad thing. Dr Gray was slightly relieved, knowing he would at least be able to give Harry some relief in some way to make the flight easier. 

"Ok, that's good, thanks for telling me that Harry. That rules out option one, so we are only left with option two or three. Do you think you can give verbal answers to the next few questions? Or do you still want like and dislike questions?" 

"I can answer," Harry voiced, steady but quiet. Dr Gray nodded, giving Harry a little smile to show how proud he was. 

"Ok, slow anxiety medication or fast?" Harry looked torn on this one, biting his lip as he contemplated the option. 

"I want it to work now but I don't want an IV," Harry replied eventually. 

"I can give it as an injection instead, but an IV might be good for you today. I can give you fluids and some nutrition so you feel better." 

"I should be able to do all that stuff myself. Normal people eat and drink," Harry put his hands in his hair, pulling in frustration. Dr Gray slipped his hands around Harry's wrists, pulling them gently out of his hair to rest back at his sides. 

"Sometimes you just need a little help, there's nothing wrong with that," Dr Gray reassured, rubbing the backs of Harry's hands. 

"Louis might be angry though," Harry frowned. 

"Why would Louis be angry?" Dr Gray said, confused. 

"He said to take care of myself and I can't even do that," Harry agonised, once again bursting into tears. 

"Oh, I don't think that's what he meant, Harry. Accepting help is taking care of yourself, isn't it?" Dr Gray gently swiped his thumb under Harry's eyes, getting rid of the tears that had fallen again. 

"I-I g-guess, I d-don't really kn-ow," Harry hiccuped.

Dr Gray couldn't see an end to this conversation and Harry was no closer to making a decision. "Why don't we call Louis and ask him?" Dr Gray proposed, realising that Louis would be awake. It took Harry a few minutes but eventually he nodded.  

He grabbed Harry's phone from the bedside table and unlocked it, navigating to Louis' contact and pressing the call button. It only rang a few times before Louis answered. 

"Hey Haz, what are you doing calling me? Aren't you about to hop on a flight?" Louis greeted cheerfully on the other end of the phone. Harry looked between the phone and Dr Gray, shifting his gaze between the two but making no indication he was about to talk. 

"Harry?" Louis repeated, sounding slightly concerned. 

"Hi Louis, Dr Gray here, Harry is sitting next to me and you are on speaker." Dr Gray jumped in for Harry.

"Oh, hi Dr Gray, everything alright?" 

"Everything's all good here, Harry is alright, he just had a question to ask you. Harry, do you want to answer?" Dr Gray shifted the phone closer to Harry but Harry pushed it back towards Dr Gray, pointing at him. 

"Ok, Harry wants me to ask you. He is little at the moment and he doesn't really want to fly. We were going over options to make the flight more comfy for him and he's having a bit of trouble deciding and we thought you might be able to help." 

"Yeah of course, what are the options?" 

"He needs to decide whether he wants the anxiety medication in an injection or through an IV. I said an IV might be good because I can also give him fluids and nutrition, but he's worried that you might be upset with him because you might think if he needs an IV then he isn't taking care of himself." 

Harry looked worried so Dr Gray took his closest hand, giving it a little squeeze to reassure him. 

"Oh, of course. Harry, if you need or want the IV that's fine. I know it's been a long leg of the tour so do whatever you need to do to make it easier for yourself. You still have another 2 months touring Asia and Australia so if you need an IV to help you rest and recuperate on this flight that's ok, ok?" 

Harry nodded in understanding. "Ok, thanks Daddy, I'll look after myself and sleep like a good boy." 

"Good job baby! I'll see you in a couple of weeks. Be good for Dr Gray on the flight." 

"I will," Harry replied. 

Louis asked him a few more questions and reassured Harry that he would call when Harry landed in Japan before hanging up. 

"Ok, are we doing an IV or should I prep a needle?" Dr Gray asked as he put Harry's phone aside. 

"IV," Harry confirmed as he yawned. 

"Ok, I'm going to get some supplies, you just lay quietly on the bed." Dr Gray advised, standing up and moving over to his bag. 

He returned a few minutes later, setting a pile of sterile packages on the bed beside Harry as well as his bag of little supplies. 

"Ok, shirt off first." Dr Gray said as he helped Harry sit up. When Harry had his arms raised, Dr Gray pulled the bottom hem up fast, making a 'zoom' sound as he pulled it up and over Harry's head. Harry giggled at the silliness. 

"Ok, just going to give you a wipe down," Dr Gray warned before he dragged the wet cloth over Harry's face, getting rid of all the tears, snot and sweat. Harry scrunched his nose up in disapproval as Dr Gray finished up, grabbing another cloth to wipe across his chest and back. 

"That's better, crying makes you so sweaty and uncomfortable." Dr Gray said as he propped Harry up against the pillows again. 

“Ok, I'm going to do your IV next. Do you want a soothie and Honey to cuddle?” Dr Gray asked, holding up said items from Harry's little-space bag. Harry nodded, reaching out for Honey while Dr Gray pressed the pale yellow soother to Harry’s lips, Harry eagerly accepting it. 

When Dr Gray was satisfied and Harry looked relaxed sitting up in bed cuddling Honey he sorted through the supplies he had brought over. He moved to the other side of the bed, knowing Harry preferred IVs in his left arm. 

“All ready?” Dr Gray asked Harry as he looked over. “Do you want to watch or are you going to look away?"

“Watch,” Harry mumbled around his soother. Dr Gray shook his head as he put on his gloves, smiling at Harry’s antics. “Ok then, you look away if it gets too much though, ok?” Harry nodded as he watched Dr Gray put on gloves. Dr Gray connected a syringe of saline to the IV line, priming the IV tubing and setting it aside. Next, he cleaned the back of Harry’s hand off and secured the tourniquet around his bicep. Harry clenched his fist a few times, getting his veins to pop more. 

“Ok, I'm going to start,” Dr Gray confirmed before he started advancing the needle into the back of Harry’s hand. Harry watched in awe as the needle slid smoothly into his skin before entering a vein, causing the needle to fill with blood. Dr Gray carefully advanced the catheter into the vein, removing the needle and connecting the IV tubing. He flushed the IV before removing the syringe carefully. Next he grabbed the big square of tape, removing the backing and placing it over the cannula and IV tubing, securing it all in place. 

“All done!” Harry claimed, smiling up at Dr Gray. 

“All done,” Dr Gray confirmed, checking everything over. “Mind if I give you a second one? That way I can run fluids through one and nutrition through the other and not worry about overloading the vein.” 

Harry thought about it for a moment before offering his other arm to Dr Gray, indicating that it was ok. 

“Do you want it in the other arm? I can put the second one in the same arm and it should be more comfortable that way.” 

Harry didn't hesitate, retracting his right arm and grabbing hold of Honey again, offering his left arm again. Dr Gray repeated the process, Harry watching closely as the second IV was placed in his forearm. 

“Ok, now we are all done,” Dr Gray confirmed, packing up the rubbish, throwing the sharps in a sharps container and putting the rest in the bin. He looked at the pile of supplies he had got out, assessing what was next. 

“Do you want some anxiety medication now, or do you want to wait for a bit?” Dr Gray inquired as he located Harry's anxiety medication in his bag, holding up the syringe. 

"'ittle 'it now so I can r'lax," Harry requested, words coming out muffled behind his soother, just clear enough for Dr Gray to decipher. 

Dr Gray dug out another saline syringe, sitting on the bed and gaining access to Harry's IV in the back of his hand. He screwed the anxiety medication syringe onto the IV tubing, slowly and carefully dispensing a small dose of the medication into Harry's bloodstream. He disconnected the syringe and connected the saline tube, flushing all the medication through the tube so Harry would get the full dose. 

Dr Gray disconnected the empty syringe of saline. "You should start feeling that in a minute. You let me know if something feels wrong ok?" Harry nodded, feeling the medication come over him a minute later, deepening his breaths and sinking back into the pillows a bit more, rigidity of his muscles leaving as he let go of his tension. 

“Ok, next thing for you to decide. There are four options and I want you to think about the fact that we are going to be on a plane for the next 16 hours,” Dr Gray explained slowly. 

“Option one, big boy undies. Option two, diaper. Option 3, a catheter with a diaper. Option 4, a catheter with a bag.” 

Harry was torn, always liking the comfort of the diaper snuggled around his hips, but knowing from experience that changing diapers on the plane was always hard in the cramped space. It wouldn't be Louis changing his diaper either and that made Harry squirmy, knowing that Dr Gray would have to change it many times. He knew the doctor didn't mind changing his diaper, but that didn't make it any easier. 

“Cath with bag,” Harry eventually decided, knowing it would be the easiest and least mess with no chances for accidents to occur. 

“Ok, pants down then,” Dr Gray instructed as he grabbed the catheter kit. He helped Harry pull his pants and underpants down until they were at mid thigh, just exposing his penis.  Then he donned a new pair of gloves, cleaning Harry’s penis and inserting the tip of a lube filled syringe into his urethra, pushing down on the plunger and dispensing the lube. He checked with Harry to make sure he was ready before pressing the tip of the catheter to his penis, gently advancing the tube up his urethra and into his bladder. Harry’s hips jerked a bit as he felt the tube move up inside him. It had been a while since he had worn a catheter and he had forgotten how strange the sensation of having a tube shoved up his dick was. Once Dr Gray was happy with the placement he attached the syringe to the catheter, inflating the balloon inside Harry’s bladder, tugging on it gently to make sure it was in place. Finally, he attached the bag to the catheter, letting Harry’s bladder drain. 

“Feel ok?” Dr Gray questioned as he taped the tubing to Harry’s thigh so it wouldn't pull if he moved. Harry nodded, shifting his hips a bit to make sure everything felt ok. When he settled, Dr Gray unfolded a blanket, settling the soft pink material over Harry to give him some privacy. 

“Ok, final decision. Do you want your t-shirt with the snaps or your onesie with the snaps?” Dr Gray asked, holding up the folded garments, one in each hand. Harry contemplated the decision for a minute before starting to tear up suddenly. 

“Hey, it’s ok, if you don’t want to wear the snaps we can figure out something else.” Dr Gray reassured, sitting back on the bed beside Harry and grabbing his hand, careful of the IV. 

“I want the onesie s-so mu-much” Harry cried, overwhelmed, “but i don’t want p-people to think I’m a b-baby.” 

“Ok, what if we put one of your big jackets over the onesie so it will just look like you're wearing track pants on the bottom?” Harry's cries silenced as he contemplated the option, deciding it was safe enough as he nodded his head. Dr Gray sighed, hoping it was the final crying session of the evening. 

Dr Gray unfolded the soft pastel purple fabric, undoing the snaps down the front and on the left shoulder and sleeve. Carefully he guided Harry down the bed so he was lying down, removing his pants completely before removing the blanket. He guided the fabric of the onesie up Harry’s legs, popping his feet through the ankle cuffs and getting Harry to lift his hips, guiding the fabric up underneath his bum. He asked Harry to roll over onto his side, pulling the fabric up so it was spread over the bed. Harry rolled back onto his back and Dr Gray guided his right arm into the sleeve. Next, Dr Gray set to work on all the undone snaps. He started at Harry’s crotch, catching the catheter tube in between two snaps so it snaked out of the onesie. He made his way up Harry’s chest before starting at Harry’s shoulder, snapping each of the snaps down the sleeve. He made sure the IV tube on Harry’s forearm was sitting comfortably in between two snaps, the one on his hand sitting comfortably at the end of his sleeve. 

“All cosy,” Dr Gray confirmed as Harry looked down at his onesie covered body, running his hands over the soft fabric on his belly. 

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Eventually Dr Gray got all their belongings and supplies packed up, ready for the plane. He was zipping up his medical bag as he heard a knock on the door, telltale beep of a key card swiping a moment later before the door opened. 

"Is Harry ready to go?" Jeff asked as he popped his head around the door, spying Harry lying on the bed. He hadn't shifted much since Dr Gray had pulled on the onesie. Dr Gray had put the pink blanket back over him, covering his feet and hands to make sure his extremities didn't get cold, but other than that Harry still lay on his back, starting to doze as he became more relaxed and content. 

"Yep, he's ready. Just needs to put his coat and shoes on." Dr Gray confirmed as he grabbed fluffy socks, flipping the blanket up to uncover his feet and slip the socks over Harry's toes. He followed with Harry's shoes, tying the laces up. Finally he coaxed Harry up to a sitting position, carefully guiding Harry's left arm into the oversized coat, followed by Harry's right arm. 

"Anything pulling under there?" Dr Gray questioned, tugging at Harry's coat where the IV should have been sitting on his arm. 

"No, feels ok." Harry confirmed, shrugging his shoulders to get the coat fabric sitting more comfortably. 

"Ok, I'm just going to disconnect the catheter bag for the car ride."

Harry panicked at the thought, hands flying to his crotch where the tube was. 

"Your bladder is empty and you should be fine for the next two hours. The car ride is 30, maximum 40 minutes, you will be fine. If you feel any pressure at all I can reconnect you quickly if needed." Dr Gray reassured, moving Harry's hands to the side. Harry still looked hesitant but he allowed it, watching as Dr Gray undid the bottom two snaps and reached into the onesie, clamping off the catheter before disconnecting the bag tube and pulling it out of the onesie. He did the onesie snaps up again, making sure Harry was fully covered. 

"Let's go," Dr Gray said, pulling Harry to stand, removing Harry's soother from his mouth and Honey from his arms. He placed both in a backpack, looping it onto Harry's right shoulder and handing him his regular carry on. Dr Gray grabbed his own bags, making his way out the door. They followed Jeff down to the car in silence. 

Harry hopped in the back seat first while Dr Gray stowed his bags in the boot. On his way around the car Jeff caught his arm, pulling him close. 

"Is he ok?" Jeff asked, alluding to Harry's earlier breakdown about not wanting to fly that had prompted Jeff to get Dr Gray involved in the first place. 

"You know due to doctor patient confidentiality that I can not discuss his medical status or treatment with you," Dr Gray replied promptly. 

"Yeah, I know, but do I need to reschedule the next week so he has time off to recuperate?" Jeff prodded. 

"I don't anticipate any longer term issues. He's got a rest day the day we land which should be sufficient and I'll link him up with his therapist asap to make sure they do a full assessment of the situation." 

"Ok, good. Let me know if you need me to rearrange anything so he has more down time or just certain times of the day off if he needs treatment or whatever you do to him. I know he won't ask for it himself so I'm relying on you to be honest and let me know." 

"Of course." Dr Gray replied, pulling away and getting in the back of the car with Harry. 

---

They arrived at the airport as planned half an hour later. Harry fussed from his place in the car as he looked out the window to the plane sitting a short distance away. 

"Ok, I've cleared the front of the plane for 10 minutes. You won't be seen and we've enclosed your pod in blankets so it's like a little tent." Jeff confirmed as he approached the car. Harry nodded, unable to panic anymore with the medication in his system. 

Harry got out of the car, handing the bags he had been carrying to his security so he didn't have to think about them. The small entourage made their way across the tarmac, to the stairs that allowed them to board the plane. Harry took the stairs slowly, only managing one at a time in his little headspace. They finally reached the top platform, Harry pausing at the entrance to the plane. 

"Go on, no one will be there," Dr Gray encouraged, placing a hand at the base of Harry's back, applying a little pressure to guide him forward. Harry took a step, stepping over the threshold of the plane. 

"Go down the second aisle Harry," Jeff called from behind them. Harry moved forward, turning down the second aisle and spotting what must be his seat, surrounded by blankets hanging from the ceiling. 

As promised the front of the plane was empty, curtain half way up the aisle closed, separating the quiet front of the plane from the noisy back of the plane where he could hear people chatting and laughing. 

Harry made his way to the blanket tent, lifting up a corner to reveal two large seats. 

"One for you, one for me," Dr Gray smiled, gesturing for Harry to move into the row, "you take the window seat, that way I can get up and move around as needed." 

Harry shifted silently, turning so he could sit in the window seat as Dr Gray had said. Dr Gray immediately started to work, accepting the backpack that Harry had previously been carrying from the security guard and removing Honey and his soother, giving them both back to Harry.

Next, Dr Gray helped Harry to remove his coat and shoes. He handed them back to Jeff who stowed them in the overhead locker. With permission from Harry, Dr Gray opened the snaps at Harry's crotch, connecting a new collection bag to his catheter. Once the catheter was unclamped Dr Gray watched as the urine ran down the tube, happy that the catheter appeared to be working. 

"Ok, do you want sleeping medication or do you think you'll be fine if I just top up your anxiety medication?" Dr Gray inquired. 

Harry's eyes darted to the curtain, alarmed as he heard voices and footsteps walking past. He stayed alert till the sounds faded, relaxing back in his seat. 

"No one can see you," Dr Gray confirmed, "do you want to sleep or stay awake?" Dr Gray prompted Harry since he still didn't have an answer. 

Harry thought about it, opting for the sleeping medication so he would sleep through most of the flight. Dr Gray nodded in agreement, attaching Harry to a portable heart monitor and pulse oximeter so he could keep track of Harry's vitals while he slept. 

They must have let people back into the front of the plane because Harry and Dr Gray could hear people walking around, finding their seats around them, voices filtering through the blanket walls. 

Finally, Dr Gray connected up the fluid and nutrition bags to Harry's IVs, setting them on a slow infusion rate. He hung the bags from a hook on the roof of the plane, Harry watching them swing slightly where they hung. 

"Ok, you're all set. Ready to have a good nap?" Dr Gray checked, attaching the syringe of sleeping medication to Harry's IV on his forearm. 

"Mmmh" Harry hummed his consent quietly behind his soother, watching as Dr Gray depressed the plunger, slowly flushing the dose into Harry's system. He followed it with a saline flush and by the time he was finished Harry's eyes were already slipping shut. 

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Once the plane had taken off and Dr Gray was sure Harry was settled and asleep he ducked out of their curtained area and headed to the middle of the plane where they had a lounge area setup. Normally this is where Harry would spend most of his time if he was awake, enjoying the downtime and being able to chat to the various members of the crew. Today it was pretty lively, people up and about as it wasn't quite bedtime yet. 

Dr Gray looked around for a spot to sit, heading over towards Mitch when he shuffled over to make space. 

"Want anything?" Mitch asked, indicating the beer in his hand. Dr Gray politely declined. 

"What's up with Harry?" Mitch inquired, looking concerned as he looked over Dr Gray's shoulder to where Harry lay in his blanket tent.

"He's just getting some rest, nothing to worry about," Dr Gray reassured. 

Ny Oh wandered over when she overheard the conversation. "Harry sleeps on planes all the time and you don't usually hang blankets up all around him. What have you done behind there Dr G?" She joked, leaning in a bit closer, "have you got him on all the good drugs?" 

"Ny you know I can't discuss that information, just like if I was treating you or any of the crew I wouldn't discuss that information with Harry." 

"Ok, that's a yes, he's definitely on the good drugs," Ny Oh confirmed, clapping her hands together. 

Dr Gray shook his head, trying to figure out what Ny's definition of a 'good drug' would be. He's pretty sure anti-anxiety and sleeping medication wouldn't make her list of good drugs. 

"No comment," Dr Gray replied, directing the conversation away from Harry, asking what people were going to do in Japan when they had downtime over the next few days. 

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Harry became aware of the world around him when he heard voices behind him. He listened to the hushed tones that rolled over him, slowly drawing him back to awareness. 

He blinked his eyes open to muted light. While the blankets he was surrounded by walled off most of the light from the cabin, creating a dark, cosy space, he could tell that beyond the blankets the lights were on, slivers of light peeking through the cracks. 

Harry blinked his eyes shut again, leaving them closed as the effort of being awake made itself aware, a wave of drowsiness washing back over him. He felt comfortable. Someone - probably Dr Gray - had moved his seat into a flat position so he was lying down. He had shifted at some point so he was lying on his side, head pillowed on his right arm. He moved his left arm slightly to see if it was still connected to the IVs, telltale tugging of tubes on his arm letting him know that they were indeed still there. He was covered in a blanket from his shoulder to where it wrapped snugly around his toes. 

Harry tried blinking his eyes open again. This time it was a bit easier and he could keep them open long enough to look around. He twisted his head, looking up at the ceiling of the plane, spotting two IV bags hanging, one almost empty and one half full. He shut his eyes again, overwhelmed with processing all the sensory inputs as another wave of sleep washed over him. He let it take over, slipping back into the nothingness of drug induced unconsciousness. 

He didn't know how much later it was, but the next time he became aware of the world was when someone shifted beside him. He blinked his eyes open slowly as he heard a rustling sound above him. Looking up and blinking to try and focus his eyes, he could see a pair of hands fiddling with the now empty IV bag hanging from the ceiling. He followed the arms, finally reaching a shoulder, his brain remembering at the last second that shoulders were connected to human bodies as the silhouette of a person came into view. 

Harry groaned as he tried to move his body, stiff from being in the same position for such a long time. 

"Hey Harry," the person - Dr Gray Harry realised - greeted him quietly, barely loud enough to be heard above the sound of the plane engines. 

Dr Gray sat down next to Harry as he pulled the empty IV bag free from the roof. He flipped Harry's blanket back gently, uncovering his left arm to get to where the IV line went in between the snaps of his onesie. Harry watched as the doctor popped a couple of the snaps, uncovering the IV and unscrewing the tube to disconnect the bag from his arm. He popped the snaps closed again, re-covering Harry with the blanket.

"Do you want anything or are you just happy to doze the rest of the medication off?"  

Harry thought about it for a moment, realising his mouth and nose were dry from breathing in the dehumidified air of the plane. 

"Bottle?" Harry whispered.  

"Yeah, we can do a bottle, let me heat one up. I'll be right back." 

Harry followed Dr Gray's movements as he stood up and turned around, lifting the corner of the blanket wall up and walking out. The light was harsh on Harry's eyes and so he squinted, relieved when the blanket fell back into place, plunging Harry back into the dark. 

Harry doesn't remember falling back to sleep, but he definitely dozed off, waking again when Dr Gray returned, holding a bottle for Harry. 

"I just want to check your blood glucose levels before you eat any more," Dr Gray said, placing the bottle down and digging through the bag at his feet, pulling out the testing kit. He made quick work of it, Harry only flinching a little as he felt the needle prick his finger, otherwise staying settled through the process, still under the influence of the anti-anxiety and sleep medication. 

"Ok, you're all good, you can have your bottle now," Dr Gray confirmed, raising the teat to Harry's lips. Harry lazily latched, letting the spurts of warm soy milk wash over his tongue as he suckled. He was surprised when he reached the end, sucking in air instead of liquid. Dr Gray removed the bottle, wiping at Harry's chin to remove the few dribbles of liquid that had escaped his mouth. 

"You've still got about half an hour left on your IV fluids. Are you happy to sleep through it or do you want to watch a movie?" Dr Gray offered. 

"Sleep," Harry confirmed, eyes already drifting shut as the warmth from the milk and the final dregs of medication in his system pulled him back towards sleep. 

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Harry was awake, no question about it this time. He opened his eyes, pushing himself up onto his elbow so he was sitting up a bit, looking around. He could hear voices behind him so he twisted to see who it was, blanket curtain blocking his view. 

Harry shifted, pushing up from his elbow to his hand so he was sitting up completely. He curled up his knees, finding the strength to push up onto them, getting tangled in the blanket. He ignored it, shifting forwards on his knees so he could reach the curtain, pulling it aside slightly. He peaked his eyes out of the small hole he had created, looking for the source of the voices. 

Once his eyes had adjusted to the light his gaze landed on Mitch and Sarah who had stopped talking when they noticed Harry's hand pull back the curtain. 

"Hi H," Mitch greeted, "did we wake you?" 

"No, 'm awake," Harry confirmed, gaze shifting between Mitch and Sarah, staring. 

"Want us to get Dr Gray for you?" Mitch asked, noticing the IV on the back of Harry's hand where it held the curtain back. 

"No, 'm hiding" Harry said, giggling as he retreated back into his tent, letting the blanket curtain fall back into place. 

As he shifted backwards the IV tubing hanging from the ceiling got caught under his bum, pulling on the back of his hand. Harry whined as he looked at the back of his hand, not sure what he should do, careful not to move in case it pulled more.

"H, you ok?" Mitch questioned through the blanket curtain. Harry didn't answer, too focused on his hand, twisting it a bit so it wasn't pulling as much, whine still building in the back of his throat. 

Mitch pulled back the corner of the blanket, peeking in to look at Harry. "Are you ok?" 

"The IV is pulling," Harry whined. 

Mitch assessed the situation, "let me go get Dr Gray," he said, disappearing from Harry's view a moment later.

"What's going on in here?" Dr Gray interrupted Harry's whine which was growing louder, Harry on the verge of tears. 

"'M stuck," Harry cried, holding his hand at an awkward angle to reduce the pulling, "take it off please." 

"Ok, lets see if we can get you untangled," Dr Gray said, moving towards Harry. He swiftly unscrewed the IV tubing, leaving Harry free to move. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing his shoulders and arms as he was freed. 

"Careful of your catheter," Dr Gray warned as Harry shifted in his chair, his lap a tangle of blanket, catheter tube somewhere underneath. 

"Can you take it out?" Harry held his arm out to Dr Gray again, pleading with his eyes. 

"How about you eat some solid food and I'll take your IVs out while you eat?" Dr Gray compromised as he righted Harry's blanket, making sure the catheter wasn't pulling. 

"K,'' Harry agreed, sneaking his thumb into his mouth. Dr Gray tutted, removing Harry's thumb and replacing it with a soother, clipping it to his onesie. 

"I'll be right back, no silly business, ok?"

Harry nodded innocently, grabbing onto Honey. 

Dr Gray returned a few minutes later carrying a plate. He removed the tray table from the arm rest, setting the plate down on it in front of Harry. 

"Little trees!" Harry squealed, pointing to the pile of broccoli and cauliflower on the plate as he spit out his soother. 

"Yeah, your favourite!" Dr Gray confirmed. 

"I only like green trees though," Harry said seriously. 

"You eat what you feel up to and if you want you can leave the white trees behind." Dr Gray knew it wasn't worth the fight to get Harry to eat a food his little self had decided he didn't like. 

The plate was one of Harry's little plates that was divided into quadrants, each quadrant filled with a different food. One quadrant had chicken cut up into bite sized pieces. The next was full of what Harry described as little trees, small pieces of broccoli and cauliflower. The third quadrant was full of carrot sticks and the fourth a dollop of hummus. Harry dug into the finger food, using a carrot stick to scoop up some hummus. 

"Can I have your arm Harry?" Dr Gray asked, tugging on Harry's elbow to get his attention. Harry let his arm be guided so it was next to him, Dr Gray popping the snaps up to his elbow to reveal the two IVs. He carefully peeled the tape off the IV on the back of Harry's hand, swiftly pulling the cannula out and placing gauze over the puncture mark, taping it down with some neon pink medical tape. He repeated the actions with the second IV on his arm, Harry protesting a bit as the tape pulled on his arm hairs as it was pulled off. 

"Almost there, eat another tree for me," Dr Gray distracted Harry as he ripped the last bit of the tape off. Harry yelped around his broccoli, still refusing to touch the cauliflower. Dr Gray removed the cannula, placing the gauze on it and taping it down. 

"All done," Dr Gray said, snapping the onesie sleeve back together. 

Harry used his newfound freedom to grab another piece of chicken, both hands now holding food. 

"How're you feeling? Any nausea?" Dr Gray checked as Harry finished his food, everything gone except for the cauliflower. 

"Was yummy," Harry smiled, wriggling in his chair. 

"Good, I'm going to empty your catheter bag and get you ready for getting off the plane. We should be landing within the next hour."

Harry watched as Dr Gray disconnected the bag filled with pale yellow liquid. 

"That's all mine," Harry said proudly, pointing to the liquid in the bag. 

"Yep, you're nice and hydrated now." 

When Dr Gray returned he dug some trackies, a hoodie and a t-shirt out of Harry's bag. 

"Big boy clothes now, just in case we run into people at the airport," Dr Gray insisted. 

Harry pouted, not wanting to get out of his onesie, but he didn't want people to see him little so he complied, allowing Dr Gray to undo the snaps down the front of the onesie. He slipped his arms out, shivering in the cold air of the plane as his skin adjusted to the temperature. Dr Gray unstuck the heart rate monitor pads from his chest and unclipped the pulse oximeter from his finger. Harry let Dr Gray pull the t-shirt over his head, refusing the hoodie for now, opting instead to wrap the blanket around his shoulders. Dr Gray reclipped his soother to his t-shirt, placing it back in Harry's mouth. 

"Do you still want the cath bag or do you want a dip until we get to the hotel?" Dr Gray asked. 

"Dip please," Harry requested as Dr Gray pulled the onesie off his legs. 

"Ok, lay back then," Dr Gray said, guiding Harry backwards on his chair to lay flat. He tucked Harry's feet up so his legs were bent, removing the onesie from his legs then tapping Harry's hip to get him to lift his hips as he placed the diaper under his bottom. He applied diaper cream to Harry's genitals, making sure he was nicely covered. Dr Gray un-taped the catheter tube from Harry's thigh, making sure it was tucked comfortably into the diaper as he closed it up, making sure it was snug around Harry's hips. He pulled the pants up Harry's legs then helped him sit back up, making sure the t-shirt was pulled down to cover the band of the diaper. 

"All ready to go," Dr Gray confirmed, "want to do some colouring till we land?" 

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"You can come out now Harry," one of the security guards called through the curtain. 

Harry took a deep breath, forcing himself to shift forward off his seat towards the blanket curtain. He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it aside just enough to peek out into the plane. 

"Everyone's gone?" Harry confirmed. Eyes darting around, looking for anyone who might still be in a seat. 

"Everyone's gone, the plane is empty," the security guard confirmed, shifting impatiently on his feet. 

Dr Gray came into view then, obscuring his view of the cabin. "The only people still on this plane are myself, Jeff, and two members of security," he murmured so only Harry could hear, "you're dressed in normal clothes and no one can see anything." 

Harry made a face, knowing that Dr Gray was telling the truth.

"Harry I need you to step out now please," Dr Gray guided, firm in his order as Harry still hadn't shifted. 

A moment later Harry pulled the curtain back more, stepping out into the aisle wearily. As he stood up to his full height he became aware of the thick fabric of the diaper between his legs. Feeling self conscious he looked down, but nothing was noticeable with the thick coat falling below his hips  obscuring any sign of the diaper.

"The airport is busy but no fans are gathering yet," one of the security guards said. "We'll make this fast. No stopping for anything. We go straight to the car." 

Everyone nodded in agreement. Harry was handed his bag and took a deep breath, steadying his nerves before they started to walk, guiding him towards the exit of the plane. 

They weren't wrong about the airport being busy. There were people bustling about, but thankfully none of them seemed to be fans. No one approached them as they made their way through the terminal to the exit. 

It didn't make it any easier for Harry though. A sense of unease crawled up his spine as they walked, Harry guided by one security guard in front and one behind. Harry could feel his diaper crinkling with every step and although it couldn't be heard in the busy airport, that didn't mean Harry wasn't nervous about someone hearing it and calling him out. 

Harry itched to hold Dr Gray's hand. He wanted some contact that would reassure him that everything was ok, something firm to hold onto and guide him. Instead he shoved his hands in his pockets, ducked his head down and followed the shoes in front of him so he wouldn't have to look at all the people. 

It felt like forever, but in reality it was only a few minutes till they reached the car. Harry scrambled into the back seat as soon as the door was opened, sighing with relief as it shut firmly behind him. He was slightly alarmed as the door on the other side of the car opened, but relaxed again when he realised it was only Dr Gray getting in. 

Harry closed his eyes, willing his heart to slow down, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

"You did really well Harry," Dr Gray reassured, rubbing Harry's shoulder. 

"Lets get you clipped in and get you to the hotel," Dr Gray said as he reached over Harry's body, drawing the seatbelt across and clicking it in, tugging on the strap to make sure it was firmly secured. 

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Harry collapsed facedown on the bed when he got to his hotel room, exhausted from the stress of being little in public. 

"'M never moving again," Harry mumbled into the mattress. He could hear Dr Gray moving around behind him, putting bags away and getting out supplies. 

"You've got an appointment with Sadie this afternoon and I want you to do some walking just to get your body moving after such a long flight, but you can spend the rest of the day doing nothing," Dr Gray confirmed quietly.

Harry groaned, "just want to be little, no big stuff."

"You can be little as much as you want. Why don't I give you a change and you can call Daddy?" 

"Mmm k," Harry rolled over onto his back slowly, accepting his phone when Dr Gray handed it to him. He unlocked it, finding Louis' contact and pressing the FaceTime button. 

"Hips up please," Dr Gray directed, pulling down Harry's pants as Louis answered the call. 

"Hi baby," Louis said as Harry's face appeared on his screen, too close to see anything other than his eyes and his nose. 

"Daddy," Harry wined.

"How was the flight baby?" 

"I was good. I slept," Harry said, grimacing as he felt the cool air on his genitals as his diaper was removed. He dropped the phone looking down to watch Dr Gray wipe around his penis with the baby wipe, checking the catheter. 

"Harry? Where have you gone?" Louis called, confused as to why the screen had gone black. 

"Keep talking to Daddy, Harry, I'll be finished in a minute," Dr Gray encouraged, placing a new diaper under Harry's bum as he lifted his hips. 

"Want it out," Harry requested, picking up the phone again. 

"You want your catheter out?" Dr Gray clarified. 

"Ya." 

"Ok, let me get supplies, I'll be right back." 

Satisfied, Harry turned back to the phone to talk to Louis. "Dr Gray looked after me." 

"Yeah he did baby, were you a good boy for Dr Gray?" 

"I was really good! I ate all my green trees and carrots! 

"That's good." 

"He gave me ouchies on my arm but it's ok because he made them better with pink." Harry babbled, showing Louis the pink tape on his arm sticking the gauze down where the IVs had been. 

"Pink makes everything better doesn't it?" Louis confirmed. 

"It does. I got my special onesie and my blanket and Honey as well and I relaxed." 

"Good". Louis watched as Harry's face contorted, morphing from his dimpled smile to a frown. "Why are you making that face baby?" 

"Dr Gray is taking the tube out," Harry said, watching as Dr Gray attached the syringe, deflating the balloon before slowly sliding the catheter out of Harry's dick. Harry's hips twitched at the movement, settling down once the tube was fully removed, Dr Gray setting his penis down gently. 

"All done now," Dr Gray comforted Harry, taping the diaper around his hips and pulling Harry's pants back up. "I'll leave you for a bit to talk to Daddy. I'm just going to find my own room, I'll be back in about 15 minutes ok. Call me if you need anything." 

"See you Dr Gray, thanks for looking after my boy." Louis called through the phone. 

Dr Gray smiled, turning towards the phone even though he couldn't see Louis on the screen. "No problem Louis, anytime." He said before heading out the door. 

"What's the plan for today?" Louis asked, yawning. 

"Nothing," Harry giggled. 

"Surely you are going to do something? Can't sit around all day baby." 

"Dr Gray said I can do nothing if I want to."

"Did he now?" Louis questioned, raising his eyebrows. He could tell Harry was just being cheeky, dimples on full show again. "You know, I think I packed your farm animal set somewhere in your bag if you want something to play with when you're bored of doing nothing." 

Harry squealed, looking towards his suitcase that had been placed in the corner. He hadn't noticed the animal set in the previous week's so he would have to look for it later. "Thanks Daddy!" 

"That's ok, you be good for Dr Gray and follow his instructions, ok?" 

"I will, he said I have to go for a walk and in the afternoon I have to talk to Sadie which I don't want to do but I'll be a good boy and do it anyway." 

"You're always a good boy Harry," Louis confirmed, yawning again. 

"Daddy tired?" Harry asked, eyebrows drawing together in concern. 

"Yeah it's late here baby, I'm about to go to sleep. I was just waiting up for you to call." 

"Ok, I'll speak to you tomorrow?" 

"Of course, and I'll be flying over to see you in less than two weeks now." 

"Miss you Daddy, love you," Harry said, bringing his hand to his lips to blow Louis a kiss. 

"Love you too baby, be good!" Louis said, blowing the kiss back. 

"I will Daddy," Harry promised as he hung up the phone.