One Direction Sick Fanfictions

" Can We Stay Like This"

"It's cold" Harry thought to himself as he lays against his bed's headboard. He shivers against the cool air carefully blowing through the bedroom window. As much as Harry would love to close it in order to ease the brittle cold in his bones he simply doesn't have the energy.

The curly haired lad shuts his eyes hoping it would help him forget about the dull aching behind them. Harry jolts awake as he hears his phone loudly ring. He groans while patting around the bed in search for the device. Once it's in his hand he squints at the bright light attempting to read the contact name. The name Boo is flashed on the screen. "It's Lou" Harry thought. Harry shakily accepts the call and puts the phone on speaker.

"Haz ? Hazza ?" Lou says.

"Lou ?"

Louis cringes on the other side of the phone. Harry's voice is barely there, he sounds...sick almost. Louis begins to put a pep into his step. He's currently on his way home from the studio. He and Niall decided to stay a bit later in order to add some finishing touches on their upcoming album. Louis was surprised when Harry decided to leave early and somehow went awol soon after. He's relieved to hear from him.

"Are you alright ? I've been trying to contact you for the longest. You always let me know when you've gotten back home, why didn't you let me know Harry ?"

Harry sighs as he decides how to respond. He can hear the concern covering Louis voice.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to worry you"

Louis runs his hand down his face as he unlocks his car door.

"It's fine Haz just- is everything alright ?"

"I don't feel very well that's all"

Lou sighs as he closes the drivers door beside him. He should've known.

"I'm not surprised your voice sounds horrible"

"Wow, you're too kind"

Louis lets out a hearty chuckle.

"I'm not complaining love, it's a bit sexy"

The pair both chuckle at the same time. Harry's laugh being a lot softer than it would be on a regular day. "Anyways I'm on my way home from the studio. Do you need anything ?" Louis asks. Harry replies with a soft "no".

"Have you eaten since you've gotten home ?"

Harry's silence was good enough of an answer for Louis. "Noted. I'll be home shortly love. Call me if anything okay ? I love you"

"You too" Harry sleepily replies. The call ends and Harry is alone in the silence again. He decides its best to get some Z's in as he waits for his lover to arrive. Maybe it won't be so cold then.

It takes Louis a little over a half an hour to arrive home. He stopped at a local shop to buy some fresh soup for Harry along with some other items. Louis drops the items onto the kitchen counter except the soup. He quickly kicks his shoes off before heading upstairs to the bedroom he and Harry share.

Louis tries to be as quiet as possible. Knowing how Harry gets when he's sick he wouldn't be surprised if he was fast asleep. Louis gently opens the bedroom door immediately feeling the cool breeze coming into the room. Even with his jacket on the air sends a slight chill down Louis spine. Louis tip toes himself to the bed. He places the soup on Harry's nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed.

Louis places a gentle hand on Harry's bare shoulder. Even with the covers on top of him Harry is shivering like no tomorrow. Louis brushes Harry's messy bangs back and feels his forehead. "He's definitely way warmer than he should be" he thought. Louis sighs as he thumbs Harry's flushed cheek. The sick young man nuzzles into Louis' hand. "Mmmh" Harry murmurs.

"Hazza ? Hazza my love"

Harry's tired eyes slowly flutter open. Louis greets him with a small smile. "Well hello there sleepy head" Louis teases. Harry mumbles something incoherently as he grabs Louis sleeve. He tugs on it gesturing for him to sit down.

"In a second Haz. Let me take my clothes off first yeah ?"

Harry mumbles incoherently once more before snuggling back into the sheets. Louis smiles to himself before quickly changing his clothes.

"Now, I brought you soup love"

Louis holds up the soup grinning widely. Even with his mouth covered Louis knows Harry has a smile on his face.

"Let's sit you up so you can eat. Can't have the food getting cold now can we ?"

Harry didn't eat very much. "Just one more spoonful Haz" Louis coaxed. Harry shakes his head. "I'm tired Lou" he whines. Louis sighs as he carefully holds the soup in his lap.

"Harry you've barely even eaten half. You usually beg me to feed you when you're ill"

Louis turns to place the soup onto the nightstand. He looks back at Harry giving him a worried glance. Louis leans forward cupping Harry's face in his heads.

"You are you and what did you do with my lover ?? Oh when I  get my hands on you-"

Harry faintly smiles looking up at Louis. He nuzzles into his lovers warm hands. "I'm just tired Louis. Can we lay down? Please ?" Harry softly asks. Louis nods before kissing Harry on the forehead.

"Let me get go put this soup away for later"

"Lou, please ?"

Louis can see the desperation in Harry's eyes. "Well" he begins. "Maybe it can wait for a little bit" he smiles. A sense of relief washes over Harry. He's been waiting to see Louis for hours. Chicken noodle soup can't get rid of the longing he's felt for him.

"C'mon lets lay down love" Louis says. The two of them lay themselves onto the bed adjusting themselves accordingly. "Do you want to be little spoon ?" Louis asks. Harry doesn't say anything. He faces Louis placing his head onto his chest.
"I want to be like this" he whispers. Louis wraps his arms around Harry holding him close.

"Okay love. We can be like this"

The soft thump of Louis gentle heart and his steady breaths are like music to Harry's ears. He can feel himself slowly drift off. This is his safe haven.

"I love you" Harry sleepily mumbles.

"I love you a million times more Haz"

Louis kisses Harry's hair. He cradles the back of  Harry's head with his hand and plays with his soft curls. "Will you be here in the morning ?" Harry questions. "Don't worry about that love just rest" Louis reassures.

The pitter patter of rain hits against the windows. Not too loud, but not too soft either. Just gentle enough to not wake the young lovers.

The gentle sound of rain was quickly ruined when Louis alarm goes off.  It's 7 am on a Friday. Louis shifts running a tired hand down his face. He looks down at his chest glancing at Harry. His eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes begins to flutter.

"Lou ?"

"Yes my love ?"

"Are you leaving ?"

Louis pauses for a moment. Is he leaving ? The deadline for the album is coming up very soon and there are still important finishing touches to add. Except Harry needs him more.

Louis reaches over for his phone turning off his alarm. He chucks it onto the nightstand promising to himself he'll text Niall and Liam later.

"I'm not going anywhere don't worry Haz"

Harry sighs closing his eyes. "We can stay like this a little longer ?" he whispers.

"Mhm" Louis assures.

"We can stay like this a little longer"