I Don't fake! Harry Styles Sickfic (l.s)

Chapter 7

The recovery 

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The next morning, Harry wasn't feeling any better and he had thought of a great plan. He would tell them, only if his brain would stop melting and his stomach would stay in place. Louis somehow knew what was going on in Harry's fever ridden mind and wore a smirk on his face through the whole day. Zayn's guilt had made the Bradford boy ask Harry to punish them how he liked and Louis' smile widened. "You all are going to be his personal Butlers" Louis announced. "You too Lou, you thought I was faking" Harry said pouting. "What? I was just trying to make him feel better" Zayn protested when he noticed the glares he was getting from the other boys. Harry handed out some costumes and told them to put it on. 

Louis was the first to be all changed and he looked ridiculous wearing a black suit and a jacket with a bowtie and full sleeved white shirt, buttoned all the way. The shoes completed the look, completely black and freshly polished. Liam and Niall were wearing a similar outfit, only difference being they had  grey ties, not black ones like Louis. Harry couldn't find any more butler costumes, so Zayn had a maid uniform. Short black dress, white apron tied around his waist complete with a white head scarf. They all looked like they were off to some fancy halloween party. Zayn blushed, bright red when Harry and the other boys let out chuckles looking at him. 

"You look ridiculous mate" Niall said laughing. "Speak for yourself" Zayn grunted. Harry was practically dying of laughter. He hiccupped and then stopped, only cackling once in a while. "Im gonna be sick" he breathed out with a hand cupping his mouth, trying his hardest to not laugh watching Zayn stumble around in his dress. Laughing would be disastrous considering how close he was to blowing chunks everywhere. He had just downed a couple of pieces of dry toast and a whole banana and he wasn't looking forward to seeing it again, this time, semi-digested. They got him a bin just in time for the younger boy to throw up his breakfast. 

"Zayn, go change into a suit of some sort" Louis instructed after Harry nearly choked on his own vomit because of laughing too hard at Zayn. Louis gave Zayn his bowtie and his jacket. Now Louis was wearing a suit and Zayn was wearing Louis' costume. If I said Zayn wasn't glad to be out of that uniform, I'd be lying. He was more than happy to be out of that dress. "Let's watch a movie lads" Niall suggested. They waited for Harry's approval, they were his butlers after all. Harry shook his head and slumped back into bed with a sigh. "I just wanna sleep" he mumbled. "Then sleep, you silly goose!" Niall exclaimed. Louis smacked him on the back of his head. "Ow, wacha do that for?" "You're supposed to be nice to him! He's sick" Louis said with his arms crossed in front of his chest. 

"Shut up both of you! Harry's asleep." Liam snapped. Louis and Zayn were making way too much noise while playing FIFA. They both shut up immediately. "It's alright, you can talk" came a deep, groggy voice from the doorway, which they recognised as Harry's. "Haz! How're ya feeling?" Louis asked, jumping up from the couch. "Bit better than before" Harry said, rubbing his eyes. "Still nauseous?" Liam asked. Harry sighed a bit and nodded. Louis placed a hand on Harry's forehead. "Warm, but cooler than before" he said. Harry sighed again and laid his head on Louis' shoulder. They put on a movie so that they could do something as a group. Harry took another nap during the movie and nearly threw up all over himself, Louis and the couch. Liam shoved a bin under Harry's chin when the boy's face paled. Harry shot up wide awake and emptied his stomach in the bin immediately. Louis comforted his poorly boyfriend while he cried and puked. His temperature had noticeably risen.

As sick as Harry seemed then, he was getting better. His fever broke after a few hours and he stopped throwing up everything he put in his system a few hours after that. He was still throwing up, but not nearly as much. The boys were glad that Harry was improving. After a day of partially keeping things in place, Harry was feeling good as new. The house was now going to be puke free and the boys couldn't be happier. They got a day off after Harry said he was feeling fine, just to make sure he really was fine before resuming work. 

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The End

A/N - So, this is the end of this story, but I'm going to add a second story to this book. It will be of a similar length (try to make it similar length) but that is going to be the end of the book.