Larry Stylinson Sickfics

Filiming my Death Scene

This was requested by @Beckyxx06  I hope you like it and I'm so sorry it took so long :((
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"Oh my God it's Harry and Louis!" The two men heard someone squeal.

They were sitting in one of the small local coffee shops in LA. They had a few days off before Harry started the filming for My Policeman and decided to have a small date that afternoon.

They both looked over to the small group of people who had said something and smiled, waving them over to say hello. They were always happy to meet fans because they knew it wasn't every day you got to meet your idol.

The group walked over and both men opened their arms for hugs.

"Hi guys! How're you doing?" Louis asked. All the girls were still a little in shock that the whole thing was happening so they let out little answers of 'good' and asked to take pictures.

"Of course, love. C'mere," Louis held his arms open and the group stood around him while Harry snapped a few pictures.

Just as they were going to switch to get a picture with Harry, Louis heard one of the girls sneeze.

"Bless you, darling," Louis said before the girl sneezed again.

Harry had been too busy talking to the rest of the group to notice what had happened and just let them huddle close to get pictures.

After the pictures, the girls thanked them both and left the coffee shop. Louis and Harry smiled, it was always so nice meeting groups of fans who didn't go completely crazy when they saw them.

They finished their date and headed home for the afternoon.

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The next night, Louis was watching Netflix in bed when he heard Harry's big flat feet stomping up the stairs.

He looked over to see a tired looking Harry walk into the room. "Hey, Lovebug. Are you alright, you look sleepy?"

"I dunno, Lou. My head is pounding and I can't breathe through my nose for some reason."

"Do you think you've gotten a cold?" Louis asked, brushing some hair out of Harry's face.

"I think it might just be my hay fever coming on."

"Have you taken any of your medicine for it?"

Harry nodded. "Usually it's kicked in by now though."

"Are you sure it's not a cold? You do feel a little warm," Louis said, placing a hand to Harry's forehead.

"S'not a cold, just hay fever, promise," Harry told him, flopping on to the bed and climbing under the covers.

Louis didn't push about it too much because Harry would tell him if he thought he was sick (false, Harry would suffer through on his own because he didn't want to miss work the next day).

They just laid in silence, finishing the movie Louis had been watching. As the ending credits rolled, Louis looked down to see Harry, fast asleep and curled into his side. Louis leaned over and kissed his forehead then rolled over and turned the lamp off and went to sleep too.

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The next morning, Harry woke up to Louis calling his name and shaking him. He didn't feel like opening his eyes because his head was pounding but Louis wasn't leaving him alone. He finally opened his eyes to see Louis standing beside the bed, smiling down at him.

"Morning, hun! Excited for your first day of filming?" Louis asked in an excited voice. "I've made breakfast for us before you go, it's ready downstairs."