THE DEFINITION

Chapter 11 (FLUFF)

HARRY

„Lou?" I winced.

„Yeah, I'm here. What's wrong, Haz?"

Louis immedialtely sat up and I shook my head a bit.

I couldn't sleep and I felt like becoming sick.

I tried to sleep for hours and I was so tired but I couldn't sleep.

„I can't sleep, Lou-Lou." I whined and Louis sighed out and rubbed his eyes a bit.

„Baby, you have school tomorrow. Come here."

Louis patted next to his side and I smiled and cuddled onto him without hesitating.

„You're suffocating me."

Louis laughed with a raspy voice after a few seconds and I let go of him a bit.

„I'm sorry, Lou. I didn't mean to. I just need you here so I better not let you suffocate right next to me, right?"

I giggled and Louis ran with one through my curls lightly and his hand rested on my waist.

„Good Night, Hazza."

„Good Night, Lou."

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The next morning when I woke up, I realized I slept on Louis.

I lift my head a bit and squeezed my eyes shut from the sudden brightness in the room.

Louis pushed my shoulder a tiny bit. He was awake too.

„Morning, baby."

I grumbled something.

„You're annoying me, Lou. I want to sleep."

I let my head fall down on Louis chest and hummed.

„You're quite warm, Hazza."

Louis put one hand on my forehead to test again.

„I'll better tell your mom she should write you sick at school. You can't go to school like this, baby."

He put one hand on my left cheek and made me look up to him a bit.

„Do you want to go home?"

I tiredly shook my head.

„No, I want to stay with you, if that's okay? It is? Thank you, Lou."

I rest my head on his chest again and was asleep within minutes.

LOUIS

I sighed and gently rubbed Harry's back.

I'd say I was sick too. I didn't feel like going to work today and I wouldn't leave Harry alone.

He was sick and I was going to take care of him.

First, he should get some rest.

After I called myself sick too, I made myself a tea and so I didn't noticed the choked noises from my bedroom at first but when I finally heard them, I quickly ran over to it and pushed the door open and bent down to Harry.

He fell out of the bed and coughed violently and looked feverish.

„Oh, Hazza." I mumbled and rubbed his back as I pulled him to sit on my lap while calming him down.

„It's alright."

He sobbed into my shirt.

„I'm so sorry, Lou. I'm bothering you, aren't I?"