Sidemen Shots

Poorly ~ Wroetozerk

-Mentions of/references to throwing up.

For emweraldwarr

Josh is a light sleeper. So, of course, it wasn't exactly a surprise when Harry's whimpering woke him up.

With a glance at their alarm clock, Josh discovered it was barely even three in the morning. 2:34, to be exact.

"Harry. Harry, hey, Harry, love, wake up." Josh whispered gently, his fingers threaded through his boyfriend's hair and his thumb swiping delicate back and forths across his forehead.

Harry awoke with a grown, eyes opening halfway before giving up and shutting again.

"Noooo."

"Come on, Harry, wake up. You're poorly. You have to get up so I can get some medicine in you."

"Me'icine tas'e sh't."

"I know, love, but it makes you better."

Harry popped one eye open - only halfway open, however.

"'ou sai' tha' las' 'ime, a-an I w's s'ck for-" Harry's eyebrows furrowed and he limply held up four fingers. "F'r twooo m're 'eeks, J'shie."

Josh rolled his eyes fondly, his small smile bright and enamoring.

"No, last time you were sick for another three days. You were almost right."

"'m orways r'ght J'sh." Quieter, he muttered, "Sih-yee man."

"Of course; silly me."

The two sat in sleepy silence for ten seconds before Josh stood, functioning way too efficiently for such a time as this.

"Wh- wherrr ya goin' J'shieee?"

"On a journey to make you better."

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Apparently that meant Harry had to sit propped up in bed whilst Josh wandered barefoot down the hall in search of their medicine cabinet. The older man returned three minutes later with a large, plastic, tub, filled to the brim with items - the Basic Illness Essentials kit. The Basic Illness Essentials kit (or BIE, for BIE BIE sickness) was an assortment of sickness relievers, from cough sweets to pain killers to Vaseline to Vicks. There was also a first aid kit, as well as things like thermometers and aloe vera.

"No." Harry slurred, nasally voice absolute in his denial.

"Come on Harry, you're sick. I need to make you better." Josh explained, sitting facing Harry on the bed, one leg bent on the mattress and the other foot touching the floor. He put the box next to him, on the other side of Harry's legs. He continued talking to Harry as he ruffled through it.

"I love you, Harry, but your nose sounds fucking disgusting." Josh laughed, shaking his head briefly, cheeks reddening slightly at his own words. They still sounded unusual outloud, weirdly real.

"W'll f'ck 'ou, J'shooa."

"Not right now, Harry, you're sick."

Harry's lips scrunched in a tight pout, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed over his chest. "Tha's no' wha' I men', M'strr J'shoo-a."

"Well how was I supposed to know that? I can't understand you."

Harry didn't bother with a verbal response, he simply held up a middle finger at his boyfriend, listlessly sticking his tongue out at him, too.