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Harry had gone to sleep in Anne and Robin's bed, which he always did when he was poorly, making Robin have to sleep on the sofa again.

It was 2:30 on Christmas morning when Harry threw up over the bed. Anne immediately jumped up, grabbing the bucket that she had on her bedside table, and held it under Harry's chin, but he brought no more up.

"It's ok. Don't worry darling." She tried to comfort him, as he was now crying loudly.

Robin had been up getting a glass of water when he heard the commotion, so he rushed up the stairs into their bedroom.

"Shit." He swore accidentally, seeing the state of the bed. 

Harry held his stomach. "Mummy, hurts." He cried.

He was sweating and shaking and trying to get out of the bed.

Anne realised why he wanted to get out and quickly picked him up running to the bathroom.

She sat him on the toilet, the dirty pull up on the floor, he couldn't make it on time. He pooped again, crying harder as his tummy was so sore.

Anne noticed he didn't seem to be peeing much, which was worrying her even more.

Anne cleaned him up, a fresh pull up on and picked him up. He fell limp in her arms.

They returned to the bedroom, finding Robin had changed the bedding.

"How is he?" He asked.

"Not good. I think we should take him to the hospital. It's not like our Doctor will do a home visit at this time on Christmas day." Anne replied. She was crying too. The stress was getting too much for her.

"Ok. I'll call Jay, see if she can take Gem." Robin said, grabbing his phone, on his way to wake Gemma up.

Anne got dressed quickly and packed a changing bag for Harry.

"I said we'd drop Gem off on the way." Robin said as he came back in the room, with a very sleepy Gemma.

"Are you ready love?" Anne asked Gemma. She looked half asleep and worried.

She nodded, sleepily. "Get better soon Harry." She said as she touched his foot. He was asleep though and didn't hear her. Robin patted her back and they made their way downstairs.

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Gemma had been dropped off at Jay's.

She was sat in bed in their spare room, Jay sat next to her.

"He...he looked so sick." She whimpered, tears trickling down her cheeks.

"The Doctor's will look after him, love. Try not to worry and get to sleep."

"Mummy? Why is Gemma here but Harry isn't?" Louis asked from the doorway, having woken up to go to the toilet.

Jay motioned him to come sit on the bed.

He sat in between them and Jay took his hand.

"Harry's not well. His Mummy and Robin have taken him to hospital."

Louis made a weird squeak sound and jumped on Jay's lap.

"Is he gonna die?" His heart was beating faster.

"No baby. He won't die. He just has a bad tummy. He'll be home soon. Gemma has to sleep here tonight."

"O...ok." Louis said, then yawned.

"Let's get you back to bed."

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Harry was laying in a hospital bed. He had been here for an hour already. He was hooked up to an IV drip as he was extremely dehydrated. The Doctor's were doing tests.

Anne and Robin were sat by Harry's bed, watching him squirm in his sleep. His stomach kept making awful noises that made Anne feel sick.

It was 5am when a Doctor came in with news.

"Mr and Mrs Twist."

They both sat up straight. "Yes. What is it? What's wrong with Harry?" Anne asked, wiping her eyes with a tissue. Robin held her hand tight.

"Harry has gastroentoritis. It's quite a severe case I'm afraid. He'll need to stay here for at least a couple of days."

Anne wiped her eyes again, as the tears flowed again. "Is he in a lot of pain?"

"We've given him pain relief and meds to try to stop the vomiting and diarrhoea, they may take a while to start working though."

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It was 9am when the Tomlinson's woke. It had been a difficult night. Gemma ended up in bed with Louis as they were both upset and neither could sleep alone.

"Morning kids. Happy Christmas." Mark said as they both walked into the living room.

"Happy Christmas." The both said, unenthusiastically.

"Have you heard from my Daddy yet?" Gemma asked.

"Not yet, sweetheart." Mark replied.

"Hi loves." Jay said, carrying Lottie into the room.

"Hi Mummy." Louis sighed as he cuddled up to Gemma.

"You gonna open your presents?" Jay asked.

Louis shook his head. "It's not Christmas if Harry's in hospital."

Gemma sniffed beside him.

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"I know it looks scary, but it's helping him." A nurse said to Anne and Robin. She placed a tube up his nose and down into his stomach.

Harry gagged as she did it. "Mu...Mummy....stop!" He whined.

"It's ok. It's going to help you feel better." Anne said calmly, though inside she was a nervous wreck.

"The tube will feed him while he's poorly. He might throw it back up, but eventually he will keep it down, then we can try him on solids."

Anne nodded and held Harry's hand tight as he squirmed while the tube was put in place.

"When will he get better?" She asked, as the nurse finished the procedure.

"It depends on how well he responds to the meds. Could be a couple days, maybe a week."

The nurse left, leaving the two adults and Harry alone. It was silent except for the beeping of the heart monitor, and the light snores from Harry's exhausted body.

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Poor Harry. Hope he gets better soon.

What do you think about Louis and Gemma not wanting to celebrate Christmas?

So...don't worry darling has finished shooting. I'm so excited see the film esp as I know what happens in the story. Wonder if they'll keep it the same.

Hope you're all ok. All the love. L. Xx 💖💖💖