Not posted in ages! This one is not fully complete but i thought i would give you something to read. Enjoy!
Harry rubs his eyes and lets out a low groan as the blarring of his alarm yanks him underemoniously into consciousness. it's going off way too early, as it was Harry's rule of thumb that the sun should have to rise before he does, Feeling throughly annoyed, he snatched his phone up off of the bedside table to shut it up. Once the room is returned to blissful silence, he rolls over onto his side and reaches for Louis. When he feels nothing but empty sheets, he realizes that Louis must already be up. Louis is normally up before him, so it was not a surprise that his husband was not there.
Harry is not a morning person like Louis is. Louis jumps of bed in the morning while Harry will lie there until his husband drags him out of bed. He hates his job, because part of it is getting up rather early in the morning. Taking a deep breath he throws back the duvet.
shivering as the cold air hits his bare skinned legs, he pulls on a pair of his husbands sweats half asleep. He stumbles into their bathroom, brushing his teeth and its only when he reaches the bottom of the stairs to join Louis in the kitchen he notices the unpleasent feeling in his stomach.
Louis glances up from his breakfast as Harry appears in the doorway. he looks half awake with hsi disheveled hair and his hand up his shirt, rubbign his stomach, which Louis finds rather endearring.
"morning baby" Louis says, standing up to wrap his arms around his husband, who snuggles into the embrace.
"morning boo" Harry mumbles, still rubbing his stomach.
"want anything to eat, or you not hungry" Louis askes, misreading his husband, and quite often Harry won't eat breakfast. "i can make you something darling, i dont mind"
Harry looks over to Louis half eaten plate on the table and the sight makes him gag. "Fuck" he screams, clutching his stomach.
"Harry? What's wrong? Are you ok?" Louis asks, concerned about his boys health.
"Lou, my stomach really hurts" he crys, trying to cuddle into his husband.
"i see that darling, here have this" Louis says, opening his hand, revealing a small tablet, giving it to Harry, who smiles gratefully and swallows it.
Louis' frown deepens, eyebrows knitting together as he quickly snatches his plate, chucking it in the sink, fearing that the smell will make Harry sick. He then crouches fown next to the younger boy and combs his fingers through his curly hair. "baby" he murmers softly, tryinf to coax Harry to look up at him.
Harry finally takes his face out of his hands and looks up at Louis tiredly. Now that he's getting a proper look at him, Louis can see that Harry looks very pale, he reaches out and presses his palm to Harry's forehead.
Louis moves his hand to cup Harry's cheek. "Not sure if you have a fever darling' Harry sighs as Louis walks away from the room, he drops his head down on the table. All he wants to do is go back to bed. The ache in his somach is getting worse making him feel sick. He hears Louis' footsteps return but he does not have the energy to lift his head.
After a few minutes of Louis encouraging his younger husband to raise his head, he manages to stick the thermometer in his ear. He gently plays with Harry's hair until they hear the beep of the thermometer. Pulling it out of Harry's ear, Louis glances at the small device, and is relived to find that the temperature was normal.
'H, do you want to stay home" Harry shakes is head 'got deadlines' Harry wanted nothing more than to stay home cuddled up on Louis' chest watching telly.
'alright then, lets get going'. Harry nods and rises slowly from the table.
The drive to the studio is proving to be more difficult that Harry thought it would be. His arms are wrapped tightly around his stomach and with every bump in the road he had to choke his dinner back down. He can see Louis make concerned glances at him.
' Lou, keep driving, i'm fine' Harry almost shouts in irritation. Louis was quite shocked, Harry never shouts.
Half an hour later, Harry is laid on top of Louis resting his head until his neck. Niall is in the sound booth recording his solos and Harry is the only one who has not recorded yet, and he is dreading it as he has the most.
Liam is sitting on the other end of the sofa with Harry and Louis' legs on his lap and Zayn is sat in between his legs. Everyone was quiet and Harry figures it's because they know he doesn't feel great. They kept asking if he was ok, and he said he was when in fact he wasn't.
His stomach was hurting worse than this morning, and he was scared that he would be sick if he moved. He could feel the sweat dripping off his forehead and onto Louis t-shirt.
'Baby, please let me take you home, nobody will mind' Louis whispered into Harry's ear, sensing that he was feeling worde.
'We won't be too much longer boobear' Harry insits.
Harry cuddles closer into Louis and closes his eyes, in hope the the sickness will pass. Louis runs his fingers through Harry's long curls, which makes the sick boy fall into a deep sleep.
Harry doesn't know how long he was asleep before he's been nudged awake. 'H, Ni's jus finishing up, so you're be up next'
Harry's eyes flutter open and as soon as the sleep disappears from his brain, he soon realises that he feels even worse. He slowly sits up and takes a deep breath, trying to keep the increasing sick feeling at bay.
'Lou, 'm gonna puke' he whimpers. Louis rubs his hand up and down Harry's back encouraging him to take deep breaths.
The pressure in his stomach was growing and Harry tries to force air into his lungs, taking small breaths. 'Take me home now Lou" he forces out, trying not to ruin the brand new floor the studio had.
"LIAM" Louis shouts urgently. It is then that Harry realises that he and Louis are the only ones left in the room.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Liam asks, popping his head through the door. He looks over at Harry who was clutching his stomach and as pale as a ghost.
"I'm taking him home" Louis requests. Liam nods his head "Course mate"
"Can you make it to the car darling" Harry groans and shakes his head. "No i'll throw up"
"Throw up on me, if you have to darling" Louis says, scooping the younger boy into his arms craddling him against his chest.
Harry squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his teeth together, trying not to throw up all over his husband's favorite hoddie.
"I don't feel well Lou" Harry whines, curling up into his seat as Louis drives him home.
"I know you feel poorly" Louis glances at him sympathetically reaching over to hold his hand.
Harry groans in discomfort, the movement of the car making him feel so much worse. "Wish i could have stayed home" Louis smiled over at him "Wish i forced you to stay home, but your be in bed soon"
When they pull up into the driveway, Harry hops out of the car running to the front door, forgetting that the door is locked, obviously, and he doesn't have a key.
"Louis, hurry". He grabs the keys from the ignition and runs to the door to help his green looking husband. He shoves the key into the lock, leading Harry into the bathroom, rubbing his back as the food he had been struggling to keep in his stomach spew into the toilet.
After an hour of Harry throwing up, Louis manages to get Harry out the bathroom and upstairs into bed.
"Feel better baby, have a good sleep" Louis whispers as Harry is cuddled up into his chest.
