Larry Oneshots

Overheated

Summary: Harry has a fever and Louis takes care of him.

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Harry woke up drenched in sweat. The sheets were damp, his curls stuck to his forehead, and he felt sticky all over. He woke up feeling like this, absolutely shitty, even after he went to bed early the night before, hoping to get a good nights rest.

Harry felt like crying he was so miserable. "Lou," He whimpered, voice scratchy.

"I'm here, love." Louis whispered, trying to keep quiet as to not disturb the boy too much. He was juggling a glass of water and a thermometer, along with a small plate with crackers and pills. He awkwardly placed them on the bed and grabbed at the boys clothes. "Let's get these off, baby. Cool you down, yeah?"

When Harry was left in his pants, Louis muttered something to himself that Harry couldn't hear, and then he was helping the boy sit up.

Harry let out a choked cry at the movement, his body hurting all over. Everything was so hot, yet he felt chills run over his skin. His head pounded and his mouth was horribly dry.

But it was as if Louis read his mind. "Here, drink some of this," His lover spoke, tilting Harry's head back as he helped the boy sip some water from the glass he brought. "Not too much though. Little bit a time... there we go. And take these," Louis placed one pill in Harry's mouth at a time, the boy eventually swallowing both. "Good boy."

Harry's cheeks flushed red, though not from the uncomfortable waves of heat his body was experiencing. "Thank you, Lou." He croaked.

Louis shushed him gently, brushing his damp curls from his forehead. "I'll take care of you, Haz. Just rest up and try to get some more sleep, alright? I'll be here when you wake up."

Harry's eyes were already fluttering shut and the last thing he felt were lips pressing against his warm forehead.

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"Lou!" Harry sobbed loudly, his body moving restlessly despite his discomfort. "Louis!"

He woke up and his skin was scorching. Everything was on fire and it felt almost unbearable. It didn't help that his body twitched against his will, squirming and kicking in an attempt to find some—any comfort, but to no avail, it made everything worse and he couldn't stop it.

He laid there crying, feeling completely helpless because the thought of moving seemed extremely painful.

"Hey, hey, shh, love. Deep breaths. I'm here." Louis rushed over to his side, dabbing a cool rag over Harry's forehead and neck. "What's wrong, baby? Talk to me."

Harry sniffled, struggling to get words out through his tears. "Hot. 'S hot." He weeped.

"Alright, okay. Come with me, baby." Louis helped the sick boy crawl out of bed and he wrapped an arm around Harry's waist, making their way to the bathroom. "Sit here, give me a moment, alright? Shh, here, hold this here."

Harry cried silently to himself, holding the cool rag against the back of his neck. He watched as Louis started the bath, feeling the water carefully before turning to tap off and making his way back to him when it was fairly full.

"Let's get you in." Louis murmured, assisting the boy with his pants along with sliding into the water. Harry whined when he felt the lukewarm temperature, and he let out another sob. "I know, I know, love. I promise it will make you feel better, just relax. Shh.."

Harry leaned back against the porcelain and forced himself to relax, though his head still turned constantly and his eyes leaked tears while Louis's hand massaged soothingly through his curls.

After awhile, just before the water got too cold, Louis helped Harry out, dressing the boy in clean boxers and getting him back into bed, although on top of the sheets. He left the boy for just a minute to grab some more medicine and another cool rag, hoping for him to get some peaceful sleep this time.

"Here, it's been a couple hours, so your fine to take these." Louis spoke, watching as Harry softly sipped the water and pills down. He set the glass on the bedside table and reached for the cloth, setting it on the boys forehead. "Do you feel any better?"

Harry hummed, eyes drooping. "Thank you, Lou."

Louis felt the boys cheeks and neck, feeling satisfied with the eased warmth and he smiled fondly at his sleepy lover. "Anytime, Hazza. I love you."

Harry fell deeper into a slumber. "Mm.. love you.."

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