Larry Stylinson Sickfics

Just Sick- H

Harry needed a new head, he was pretty sure his was faulty. From the second he'd woken up that morning his head had been throbbing and he could barely breathe through his nose. His throat felt like it had been dragged across a gravel road and he was pretty sure his body was no longer capable of being warm. 

Long story short, Harry was sick. Did he like it? No. Was he going to make his boyfriend cuddle him all day because of it? Absolutely. 

He got out of bed for the first time that morning and went to find Louis. He knew he'd probably find him in the living room playing video games with at least one of the boys. 

Harry got to the living room and sure enough, he was hit with a wall of playful shouting at each other. He almost had to cover his ears from the noise against his headache. 

None of them noticed Harry walk into the room, all too engrossed in their game. Harry didn't even care about interrupting them at this point. He just wanted to get Louis and get out of the loud room. 

He walked through the room and over to the chair Louis was sitting in. Harry didn't even say anything, he just climbed onto Louis' lap and pushed his face into the crook of Louis' neck. 

"Well good morning to you too," Louis chuckled, continuing to play the game with his arms around Harry's waist. Harry was a little upset that Louis hadn't even bothered to stop playing and he was feeling terrible and just wanted to cry because he was in pain and wanted to be taken care of. 

He sniffled into Louis' shirt and felt a few tears fall from his cheeks. "Lou," Harry said softly. 

"What's up, Love?" Louis asked, not looking from the tv. 

"I don't feel well," Harry groaned. 

Louis looked to Harry now, setting the controller down and running his hand through Harry's hair gently. "What doesn't feel good?" Louis asked. 

Harry just whimpered. "Can we go upstairs?" He asked, feeling a bit embarrassed about being around all the boys (even if they were always together). 

"Yeah, love, let's go," Louis agreed. Harry stood from Louis' lap and stood, wiping his eyes before walking away. 

"What's going on, Tommo?" Liam asked when he saw Louis leaving. 

"Oh, Harry's not feeling well. I'm gonna go get him some medicine," he explained. 

"That sucks, hope he's alright," Liam replied. 

Louis went upstairs and found Harry laying in their bed still on top of the blankets. 

He walked over and sat down beside Harry's head, stroking his hair. Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Louis. 

"What's going on, love bug?" Louis asked. 

"I don't feel well," Harry's voice came out weakly. 

"Aww, you don't sound too good either. I'll go get you some medicine." Louis got up and left for the bathroom. 

Harry didn't move the entire time Louis was gone, he just sat with his eyes closed and tried to stay awake. 

He heard Louis come back in and sat up against the headboard. Louis gave him a sympathetic look and walked over to the bed again. 

"I got you some pain killers for your head and some cough syrup for your throat. I also made some tea, got a glass of water and grabbed a few lozenges if you'd like them." 

"Thanks, Lou," Harry said softly. Louis gave a slight nod and ran his fingers through Harry's hair gently. 

"I don't think you have a fever, so that's good. Hopefully this isn't going to last too long, I hate seeing you ill, baby."