Baked In Style | L.S

Chapter 13

On Friday morning, Louis gets woken up by Harry who violently pushes against his chest in an attempt to get out of his embrace.

When Louis opens his eyes and sees Harry's pale face, he lets go of him immediately and watches as the younger man scurries from his lap, rushing towards the bathroom. He follows suit and when he gets to the bathroom, he feels his heart sinking at the sight of Harry leaning over the toilet bowl.

He walks closer, reaches out and holds the younger man's hair back and out of his face with his one hand, while gently rubbing circles on Harry's back with the palm of his other. "That's it, love. Let it go." He encourages, not phased by the sound or smell. Helping his mom raise four of his six siblings, definitely worked out for the better.

After a while, Harry flushes the toilet and leans to the side as he pushes his lanky legs out from underneath himself. He drapes his left arm over the toilet bowl and gently rests his head on it. "Sorry you had to see that." He whispers bashfully, keeping his eyes closed to avoid eye contact, but Louis won't have it.

"Hey, look at me, love." He says sweetly and waits for Harry to open his eyes. "Please don't ever apologize for something as simple as vomit. It's nothing I haven't seen or heard before." He sits down next to Harry and pulls him closer. "Need I remind you that I helped raise four of me siblings?" He asks and smiles happily when he feels Harry's body lightly shaking as he chuckles.

"Yeah, but still." Harry finally says. "I'm not a child, and this is just a stupid stomach bug."

"No, you're not, and we all get sick sometimes, love." Louis says and leans backwards so he can see Harry's face. "I think you should go see Ed. Maybe he can give you something and this bug will be history, yeah?"

Harry scrunches his nose and shakes his head. "We're going to Eddie's tomorrow. I'll ask him about it then if it happens again tomorrow morning."

Louis purses his lips, narrowing his eyes as he thinks about it for a while. "Can we not just go and see him today, and if it is a bug, he can give you something and you'd feel better by tomorrow. Not to mention I'd feel a lot better if we knew what's going on." He leans forward,  tightening his grip around Harry's waist, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Please." He whispers against it.

And normally Harry would just be his stubborn self and do just as he pleases. But the sincere way Louis said 'please' just now, made him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. It's a feeling he's still not used to, but he has grown to like it a whole lot. So without even thinking twice about it, knowing it would make Louis happy, he nods his head. "Okay." He answers softly.

"Good, do you wanna go lay down for a bit?" Louis asks and gets up, holding out his hands towards Harry to help him get back on his feet and waits while the younger man rinses his mouth with mouthwash and splashes his face with water.

"I'll go make us some tea." Louis says as he leads Harry to his bedroom and helps him get into bed before heading to the kitchen to get started on their tea.

When Louis gets back to the bedroom, Harry is out cold. He places the tray on the bedside table, strips to his boxers before he gets into the bed, moving closer to the younger man and wrapping his arm around his waist.

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At the doctor's office Harry feels much better, so much so that he orders himself a strawberry and beetroot smoothie to have while waiting for Ed to see him.

They don't have to wait too long though.  "Mister Styles." They hear the receptionist calling his name and he looks over to Louis before getting up.

"Wish me luck." Harry says and kisses his lips three times in a quick fashion.