Anonymous request. I did change some of the request as I was uncomfortable but I hope you still enjoy.
2014 Louis and Harry
Louis POV
I'm pulled out of sleep by the sounds of coughing. I look over to see a sleeping Harry coughing. My heart clenched at the hard breaths from the poor boy.
I touch the back of my hand to the sweaty skin on his forehead. "Oh Hazza." My voice a whisper. I carefully climb out of bed to get a thermometer and some water for him.
When I get back Harry is sitting up in the bed coughing so hard his face is red. I quickly set the things on the bedside table and rub his back until it eases up.
"Small sips love." I tell him, handing him the glass. "'m not a baby Lou." He grumbles but takes the water. "I know."
His gaze shifts to the thermometer on the table. "Why do you have that out?" He asks, lowering the glass with a glare. "You felt warm when I woke up and I wanted to make sure your temp wasn't too high is all." I explain.
"No! I'm fine, I promise Lou." Harry pleads, scooting away from me and the thermometer. "Please Haz, don't fight this; the sooner you let me the sooner it'll be over with." I try to convince.
"No, I'm fine. There's no need. We gotta get ready for the interview." He attempts to stand but falls back from coughing. "You're clearly not. Please just let me get this over with so I can call management." My voice pleading.
I grab his arm as he tries to stand once more but he continues to struggle against me. A sigh escapes my lips when he continues to fight, knowing I'll have to get the boys.
I let go of his hand so I could walk down the hall. Quiet voices come through the door as I approach. "We got a code green boys." I call through the door with a small knock.
The door opens to reveal Liam with a sleepy Zayn leaning on him. "How bad is it?" Liam asks, starting his trek to my room. "Can't stand very well and feels really warm, he won't let me know anything else." I answer.
I open the door to find Harry leaning against the dresser, coughing hard. We all rush over towards the sick boy. Liam carefully picks up the lad and lays him back on the bed.
A whine of protest leaves his lips but he doesn't try to get up again. Zayn grabs his phone to call management while Liam and I look Harry over.
I grab the thermometer off the table and gently place it in his ear. Liam hold him down as he tries to wriggle away. "Come on Haz, just let us help." Zayn says from across the room before turning back to the phone.
"But I'm fine, there's no reason for you to be babying me. This is just a waste of time." He counters. "You're not fine Harry, don't try to lie. And it is not a waste of time; you're health is more important then some dumb interview." I tell him. The thermometer beeps.
"101.4" I announce. Zayn hangs up the phone and looks at us. "We have off today and tomorrow but they're taking our free days to make up for it." He sighs. "Jeez, they really know how to relax." Liam grumbles.
"That's fine. Now, Zayn can you get a cold rag while Liam brings up some meds and a gatorade?" I ask getting nods in response.
I push back the sweaty curls on Harry's forehead with a sigh. "Why are you always so stubborn? I hate seeing you not feeling good." I mumble to the tired boy. "We had things to do and now we don't have our days off. I was planning to do something special for you." He whines.
"That's sweet babe, but you come first. We always will have another free day but we can't have you hurt yourself to keep them." My eyes meet the pained green ones of the person I love the most.
Footsteps make their way back to the bedroom. Zayn walks in first and places the rag on Harry's forehead. I grab the items from Liam's hands so he can prop Harry up.
"No, I don't wanna Lou. Don't let him do it Li." He pouts. "Sorry but you gotta listen to the boyfriend." Liam shrugs.
"But that's gross."
"I know, but, if you take the medicine then we can cuddle for the rest of the day and watch the Notebook." I offer the curly haired lad. "Can we have Panera for dinner?" He asks, tilting his head to the side like a puppy.
"Anything for you love." A crooked smile breaks across his face.
"Thanks boys, I think I got it from here." I say to the lovebirds behind me. They nod. "Call us if you need anything." Zayn tells us. I give them an appreciative smile before turning back to Harry.
A/N Hello hello my queerios. I hope you enjoyed this requested chapter. I didn't completely follow it but I hope you still liked it.
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