Larry Stylinson Sickfics

Are you really sick? - H

Harry pov

I woke up feeling like total and complete shit, my throat burned when I swallowed and I couldn't breathe through my nose. I felt a little nauseated but nothing too bad, not to mention my head, which was pounding and felt like it could explode at any second. 

I was obviously sick and I didn't want to get out of bed but the boys and I were supposed to be recording some songs for the new album today. Nonetheless I didn't get out of bed. 

I fell back to sleep for a little while but was woken up when I heard Louis shouting at me, "Harry, let's go! You were supposed to be out of bed 30 minutes ago, you're making us late for the studio. Management is going to kill us, come on you lazy arse!"

I loved my boyfriend so much but right now he needed to shut up, he was making my head pound harder. 

I groaned "I'm sick boo, I can't go I feel bad."

"What do you mean you're sick? Lets go, just because you don't want to go doesn't give you an excuse to make the rest of us wait, now come on everyone is already at the studio," with that Louis left me alone in the bedroom.

I really was sick and I couldn't believe Louis didn't believe me. I felt like crying as I pulled myself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, I felt so dizzy and thought I could fall over. I got dressed and didn't feel like eating anything so I just told Louis I was ready and he glared at me obviously still not believing me.

In the car, thankfully, Louis drove so I lied my head against the cool window and sighed in relief before realizing I must have a slight fever. I fell asleep almost immediately and didn't wake up until Louis shook me awake.

When we got to the building Louis was mad at me yet again because I was weak so it took me a while to get inside, "quit your faking right now, you're here now and you can't change it so just stop," he snapped before storming off inside without me.

I held back tears as I tried and struggled to swallow and then walked in to the building after him. 

"What took you so long?" I heard Niall ask, "were you guys doing it in the car? Gross!" 

"No Niall," Louis sighed looking over at me, " Harry wouldn't get out of bed because apparently he's sick but I don't believe it."

I already knew he didn't think I was sick but it really hurt to hear him say it out loud. Finally the tears of pain and sadness I'd been holding back all morning started to fall and I couldn't stop crying. Louis just rolled his eyes at me but the rest of the boys could see how much pain I was in and walked over to me and gave me hugs.

"Stop babying him boys, he is fine," Louis said.

"No, he obviously isn't and you need glasses if you can't see that," Zayn shot back at him.

All of a sudden I couldn't breathe, I was crying so much and couldn't stop and that made my throat hurt more and I started coughing.

Niall walked over and started rubbing my back and telling me to breathe but the flaw in his suggestion was that I, in fact, couldn't breathe which was why I was coughing.

By now I was having an asthma attack and needed my inhaler, "need, inhaler," I wheezed out.

Louis jumped up and seemed to finally believe me and looked extremely worried, "Oh my god! Haz, give me a minute I'll get it out of the car," he said quickly sprinting away.

When he got back with my inhaler I had managed to catch my breath a little and took two puffs from it. When I had pretty much recovered I looked up and saw my boyfriend looking very worried and upset. I still felt very sick and I was pretty sure my fever had gone up.

"Hazza, I'm really sorry I didn't believe you," Louis said sounding genuinely sorry.

"It's okay Lou, but can you please get me a blanket or something, I am freezing?" 

Louis reached up and felt my forehead, wincing at the heat coming off of it, "Harry, you've got a fever," he said before pulling his sweatshirt from over his head and putting it over my body.

"Can we please go? I really feel bad," I asked in almost a whisper because I was losing my voice.

Louis got up to go tell management that there was no way I was staying and that I couldn't even sing. Eventually, he came back and said we all had the rest of the day off and him and I went home. I slept the entire way home and most of the day, getting cuddles from Louis the whole day. 

"I'm still really sorry I didn't believe you, H," Louis said again.

"It's okay boo, just next time, please believe me," I responded weakly.

"I promise I will."

I fell asleep in his arms again and slept all the way through until morning. The next day I had absolutely no voice so we had to take the day off again.

A few days later I was feeling much better, but now Louis was sick, so I spent the next four days taking care of him.

A/N///

ok im writing this at like 1 am because I cant sleep so if its bad thats why.