You And Me - A Collection of Les Twins One Shots

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Larry's POV:

Larry wasn't feeling well.

He had woken up in the hotel bed with a throbbing headache and a queasy feeling in his stomach and by the time he joined Eleni and Laurent in the hotel lobby for check-out, his palms were drenched with cold sweat.

"You okay?" Laurent asked, immediately edging closer.

Larry shrugged off Laurent's hand and grabbed his luggage.

"Fine," he replied, not in the mood for his brother's mother-henning. He knew Laurent could read him easily and sometimes it pissed him off to never be able to hide anything for long. The fact that he had woken up feeling like shit wasn't exactly something he wanted to talk about. They had a full day of appointments ahead of them and it wouldn't do Larry any good to start bitching about the way his joints ached and his ears pulsated with the sound of his own blood whooshing through his veins. He knew all the signs were pointing toward an impending sickness. But even so, he didn't let on to his brother or manager how badly he really felt. Laurent would only be unnecessarily worried about him and it wasn't like they could blow off their whole schedule because of a migraine. "Let's just go."

Eleni frowned a bit in suspicion but she was wise enough not to interfere and even Laurent seemed to shut his mouth for once, not pressing the issue any further.

They headed outside to wait for the cab they had ordered and spent the entire ride in silence.

Their day passed relatively uneventful after that.

They had a radio interview, which was mostly focused on their latest music projects and Larry was glad there were no cameras pointed at them today, seeing as how he looked like shit. There were circles under his eyes and his hair was matted to his forehead and even though he tried not to let on how crappy he felt, Laurent's eyes were glued to him through the entire interview.

The damn studio was like a sauna and Larry could feel himself sweat through his shirt as the minutes ticked by excruciatingly slow.

Later, on their way to the dance studio they had rented for the workshop, Laurent grabbed him by the wrist, stopping him from entering the building. "Hey."

Larry stopped, rolling his eyes a bit in impatience. He held his breath, knowing Laurent could see right through the facade he had tried to keep upright all day.

Laurent cupped the side of Larry's face. He cocked an eyebrow. 'You okay?'

Larry could see the concern swirling in Laurent's gaze, the unspoken question lingering in the depth of his double's eyes.

All he had to do was ask, and Laurent would drop everything for him. He would cancel the workshop, their appointments, no matter how much money they lost or how disappointed the fans would be. He would sacrifice it all, just to take the pain away. But Larry didn't like to ask for help and he stubbornly refused to give in to the weakness that had crept into his bones, tiring him out.

"Let's do this. They're waiting," Larry sighed, gently tapping Laurent's middle.

They'd just do the workshop and head back to the hotel after that. Larry would get some much-needed rest and he'd sleep it off. Tomorrow he'd feel better.

Laurent nodded, although the worried frown never fully left his face.

They did the workshop together with Laurent taking over the socializing part while Larry was using every last bit of strength to focus on his choreography. He felt dizzy and weak, head pounding along to the beat of the music. His mouth was dry, no matter how many water breaks he took and his gaze was growing more sluggish by the second.