Baked In Style | L.S

Chapter 12

Everything is not fine.

Not in the slightest.

When Niall suggested to stay with Harry for the rest of the week, he did not expect it to go the way it did.

He's been staying at Harry's since Tuesday night, and he was fine. Niall did his best to keep Harry's mind off of Louis, and everything seemed to be going okay. They watched movies and went to sleep after one in the morning.

Yes. According to Niall, everything was fine.

Come Wednesday morning, Niall got the fright of his life when he was woken up by a regurgitating sound.

Harry.

His first thoughts were to phone Louis, but then he reminded himself that Louis would most likely not be able to concentrate on his work for the rest of the day. According to Harry, Louis was signing three new artists to his record label this week, so he's really busy. So much so, that he even replies to Harry's messages in a sporadic fashion.

He immediately gave the green eyed man some Pepto Bismol, and helped him back into bed when the vomiting calmed down a bit.

He went to work after he got Harry to promise him that he'll stay in bed for the rest of the day. And Harry tried, he really did, but at around ten o'clock he was awake and felt much better.

When Niall saw him walking into the bakery, the Irishman almost completely flipped his shit, but Harry assured him that he was feeling better.

Wednesday night, Harry made them dinner. Well, he made Niall some dinner. Harry had cucumber slices topped with a dollop of peanut butter and drizzled with some balsamic vinegar.

When Niall saw him preparing his snacks, the Irishman couldn't stop himself craning his neck from left to right and back again, narrowing his eyes as he scans the kitchen, looking for the hidden camera because he was sure Harry was busy taking the piss with him.

Only when Harry lifted one of his creations to bring it to his mouth, did the Irishman say something. "Whoa, Haz." He pipes up, stopping Harry from eating it. "What are you doing?"

Harry furrows his eyebrows. "Eating." His answer comes nonchalantly.

"No, but like what are you eating." Niall asks, and looks around again. He's sure Harry is busy recording him.

"It's cucumber, with peanut butter and balsamic vinegar, Ni." Harry says like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and for a moment thinks that Niall is busy losing his mind. Surely he saw what Harry was using when he made the snacks. "Why? Do you want one?"

"Definitely not, but thank you for offering." He says and watches Harry as he starts eating his snacks one after the other. He's sure Harry will be vomiting again within the hour. How can anyone keep something like that down? Is what he had thought to himself.

Harry didn't though. He kept it down and the two of them watched movies again into the early hours of Thursday morning. Low and behold, he got woken up again a little while later by the sound of Harry vomiting once more.

Niall went to open the bakery, leaving Harry to sleep in, because trying to get him to stay in bed for the day, was impossible.

When Harry started crying that evening, saying he misses Louis, the first thing Niall did was phone him so Harry could speak to him, not thinking that it would upset the blue eyed man.

But it did. And when Louis stepped into Harry's living room four hours later, he was met by a still crying Harry with his head on Niall's lap.

"Oh, thank fuck you're here." Niall exclaims when he sees him.

Louis rushes over to the couch and sits down. Harry immediately straddling his lap. "Hey, what's the matter, love?"

Harry lets out a choked sob. "I don't know." He whines, dragging the last word.

Louis wraps his arms around Harry, running his hands up and down the younger man's back. "Okay, okay. Calm down a bit for me, please love." He says and locks his eyes with Harry's. "Breathe with me, yeah?" He takes a few deep breaths, setting the pace, and as soon as Harry matches them, he pulls him closer. "There you go."

Harry nuzzles his face into the crook of Louis' neck and falls asleep within minutes.

"Sorry I called you. I panicked." Niall starts explaining, knowing that Louis being here means he's going to miss some pretty important meetings. "He's just not himself."

"Don't apologize Niall." Louis says sweetly. "Thank you for calling." He leans his head back and kisses the top of Harry's head. "I'd much rather be here for him."

"Yeah, no problem." Niall replies and takes the plate of Harry's half eaten dinner from the coffee table.

"What's that?" Louis asks.

"Oh, umh. Yeah, another thing." Niall says looking down. "He's eating the weirdest shit. These are pepper flavoured rice crackers with cream cheese, drizzled with maple syrup, and topped with some whipped cream." He continues, his tone of voice laced with disgust.

Louis scrunches his nose. "He ate that?"

"Yeah, and he keeps it down the whole night, only chucks it up in the morning." Niall says thinking back to the past two mornings. "Which reminds me, the Pepto Bismol is in the bathroom cabinet. I bought another bottle this afternoon."

"Oh." Louis says. His eyes wide. "Do you think I should take him to see a doctor?"

"Nah, we're going to Eddie's on Saturday. He promised if he's still not better, he'll ask him to have a look."

Louis nods his head and watches Niall turn around to take the plate to the kitchen before he says his goodbye.

"Thanks again, Niall." Louis says and leans his head back against the couch. Falling asleep with Harry still straddling his lap.