Larry Stylinson Sickfics

Fake it Till You Make it- H

this is kind of part 2 to the first sickfic I ever wrote and it was requested by @ShotoTodoroki11117  

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Harry's POV

I rolled over and saw my alarm clock was reading 6:15 am. I groaned, we had another busy day today and I didn't want to do it. Recently, the band had been doing a lot of promotion for our new album and it had been exhausting. 

Day after day of interviews, photoshoots, recording, writing, signings, and being bossed around by management at the end of each day. I had barely spent any time with Louis recently and even though we worked together, we were never actually together. If we were in public or an interview, we couldn't be anywhere near each other and when we were alone in the studio, I would be hanging out with Niall or Zayn or I would be recording and Louis would be goofing off with Liam or pulling pranks on the staff. 

I was tired and I missed my Lou. I didn't want to get out of bed, but then I got a probably very stupid, but worth a shot idea, I could tell Louis I was sick and he would stay home to take care of me. I know it sounded dumb but I felt like it was the only way to be with him and Louis always took care of me when I was sick and, because of the last time when he didn't, he promised to always believe me when I said I was sick. 

I felt a pang of guilt for thinking about taking advantage of Louis' love but when I looked at him, asleep and looking very peaceful, I figured he would probably be grateful for a day off. 

I got out of bed quietly, heated a hot rag to put on my forehead for a few minutes and I got the bin from the bathroom to make it look like I was going to be sick. I placed the hot rag on my head and let it sit for a minute before getting the forehead thermometer from the cupboard and running it on my face, 38.2 degrees, perfect. I got one of my oversized hoodies and thick sweatpants from the closet, hopefully, that would make Louis think I really had a fever because I never wore clothes to bed. 

When I was finished, I left the bathroom and took the bin with me back to bed. I placed it down beside the bed before climbing in slowly to avoid moving Louis too much. I got comfortable, closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. 

The next time I woke, I felt a hand on my head and heard a strong Yorkshire accent mumble "Oh, Hazza." 

I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at Louis, "Lou?" 

Louis knelt beside the bed and ran a hand through my hair and smiled sympathetically, "You aren't feeling too good, are you Love?" 

I shook my head and Louis cooed. "Did you get sick, Baby?"

"I got sick in the bathroom earlier so, I brought the bin here just in case," I told him, trying to make my voice sound weak. 

"Oh, I'm sorry Love," Louis said, "Why didn't you wake me?"

"I didn't want you to miss sleep," I lied, "We've been so busy and tired, didn't want to bother you."

"Haz, you are not a bother, ever, I promise you that," Louis told me. 

I nodded and closed my eyes again. "Do you need anything?" Louis asked. 

I kept my eyes closed and nodded, "Louis cuddles."

I heard him laugh, " I think we can manage that." 

I opened my eyes again and made grabby hands towards him. 

Louis chuckled again and said, "Just give me one minute, Love. I'm gonna call management and tell them neither of us is going anywhere today."

"Really?" I asked. 

"I'm not leaving you alone while you're sick." 

I smiled as Louis left the room, my plan was working. I was still feeling a bit tired so I just closed my eyes and fell into a light sleep. 

"I brought you some medicine, Baby," Louis whispered, running his fingers through my hair. 

I sat up against my pillows and shot him a sleepy smile, "Thanks, Lou." 

I was internally panicking, how was I going to get rid of the medicine without him seeing? I had an idea, I took the medicine in my hand, it was two pills, most likely one for my 'stomach ache' and one for my 'fever'. I moved my hand to put them in my mouth and I slid them under my tongue, I took the glass of water from the nightstand and pretended to swallow the pills and as I held the pills under my tongue, I moved a hand to my mouth and faked a gag. 

"Are you alright, love?" Louis asked suddenly. I shook my head and ran out of bed and to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. 

I stood over the toilet and pretended to gag, meanwhile, spitting the pills in the porcelain bowl. I must've been pretty convincing because I could hear Louis trying to open the door. 

"Hazza, love, can I come in?" Louis asked. 

I flushed the toilet quickly and ran the tap as if I was rinsing my mouth, I was really going all the way with this faking. 

I went to the door and unlocked it, Louis opened it immediately and pulled me into a hug. "Are you alright, baby?" 

I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder, "Can we go cuddle, please?" 

Louis smiled at me, "Of course, anything for you."

We walked over to the bed and I curled into Louis' side as he wrapped an arm around me and rubbed my tummy. I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes, my plan was working perfectly, I had a whole day with my Lou. With that thought, I fell asleep again.

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This was 1000 words exactly, I'm sorry it was so short. I don't have motivation for anything recently but I really want to keep writing. 

If you have requested something and I haven't filled it yet, could you comment here>

I'm not going to take any new requests atm but I'll still be updating just probably not frequently for a while, sorry to disappoint, I'm just not in the right headspace right now.