Stars, stripes and student life [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 10

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Enjoy this chapter. It's not a very good one, but it's glue

"Thanks, Haz." Louis' voice is hoarse and he looks like a mummy in blankets, a cup of tea stuck between his hands that Harry just gave him.

"So much for being dramatic, huh." Harry shakes his head. "Look at you now, next day and you are sick."

"'M not sick." Louis disagrees. "I'm just..." and he can't finish his sentence, coughing loudly.

"You're sick, Lou. Take a sip of your tea and then go lie down again, love."

Louis chuckles lightly while taking a sip, putting his head on the soft pillow. His cheeks are red and Louis himself isn't sure if that's because of the fever or the nickname Harry just gave him.

"Don't you have to go to class, H?" Louis asks.

"Got to take care of someone that wanted to be dramatic in the pouring rain wearing only a t-shirt and is sick now. You might now him. Brown hair, blue eyes, pretty short..."

"Give me a break! I'm bi..." Louis starts coughing again and Harry gives him a pitiful look.

"You should take your pills, Lou. The doctor said..."

"Doctors don't know shit." Louis mumbles.

"Louis, you literally had my personal doctor, hired by the US government, by my dad. I'm pretty sure he prescribes you the right medication."

"There are people in this world that can't afford medication. As long as it isn't a right, I don't wa..." another time interrupted by coughing, louder and louder.

"I admire you for your beliefs Louis but now is not the time to play the hero. If the ones that couldn't afford medication had gotten it, they would have taken it. Go ahead, Lou. I don't want to see you like this." Harry's hand is stroking Louis' hair and for some reason it calms the sick boy down.

"I really want you to stay here." Louis whispers, clutching Harry's hand. "But I feel like you should go to your lectures. You can't miss them..."

"Watch me missing them to take care of my little idiot." Harry grins.

"Again, Harry, I'm big." If Louis' eyes weren't closed, he would have rolled them.

"Sure thing... Just sleep now okay?"

And Louis answers with light snores leaving his mouth.

--

Two days later, after taking the medication that Harry basically had to force down Louis' throat like a mother does with her five year old, Louis feels better. He decides he still takes a day off lectures, but convinces Harry he should go.

"I want to do something to thank him, Niall." Louis says over a cup of tea. "He has taken care of me for the past three days, went to the pharmacy, fixed me dinner, I can't just take that for granted. I don't want Harry to feel like I take him for granted."

"I don't think he feels like that, Lou. He enjoyed taking care of you, believe me." Niall has a sausage roll in his mouth, talking with his mouth full. First time Louis thought it was disgusting but he is used to it by now.

"I want to do something back though. He deserves it. It's his first time to be around people his age, having a normal life, and it's not going smoothly. The people in his politics class, the fire, I was being a dick, people keep making rude comments, teachers acting like their idol is in class, the dean party, ... I just want to make him happy, Ni." Louis sighs. "I want to and I really don't know how I can..."

"I think you do know. If someone knows how to make Haz happy Lou, is you. You just said it, he wants to be normal. Well make him feel that way then." Niall shrugs before ordering a burger as well. He is honestly a pig.

But then Louis gets an idea.

"That's it! You are a legend Niall!"

--

The next day is Saturday and it's early when Louis knocks on Harry's door.

"What the fuck! Whoever you are, go away." Niall snaps.

"It's me, Louis!" he shouts.

"Impossible. Louis is my friend and he doesn't wake up at this monstruous time!" Niall shouts back. A few seconds later though Harry opens the door wearing an oversized shirt from the university and pink bunny slippers. Louis has to do his best to not just comment cute, for sure with Harry's curls spread everywhere.

"What's up, Lou? It's Saturday. Why are you here so early? It's only eight o'clock. Not that I'm not happy to see you but..."

"It's okay curly." Louis smiles. "You just need to get ready. Dress comfy, love."

Harry blushes but nods anyway. He steps aside to let Louis in and the older lad falls down on the couch, playing games on his phone.

"Do I look okay?" Harry asks half an hour later. His curls are pulled back by a bandana, he is wearing an oversized red t-shirt and black skinny jeans and Louis can't keep his eyes off him, looking the boy up and down. How can someone be so gorgeous?

"You look absolutely gorgeous." He breathes out. "Yeah, yeah perfect. Let's go, yeah?"

"Where are we going Lou? Do I need to take something?"

"Just your perfect self." Louis bites his lip and blushes himself as the words leave his mouth. He is not used to this. Louis flirts a lot, likes flirting, and it usually only affects the people he is flirting with and not himself.

Not Harry though, Harry is special in so many ways and Louis is very aware of that. Things with Harry won't go as things go usually for Louis.

"Still no answer where we go." Harry sasses a little, making Louis fondly roll his eyes.

"I have everything planned out. Just trust me, H, I know you will like this, or at least if I know you like I think I do?" Louis suddenly isn't so sure of himself anymore and Harry can see it. He grabs Louis' hand and caresses it with his thumb.

"I'm sure I will like it, Lou. Spending time with you can't be a bad thing, I will have fun anyway."

A small smile plays on Louis' face and he carefully takes Harry's hand in his own, intertwining their fingers. He asks permission with his eyes and Harry gives him an assuring nod.

"And to make this moment even more special, l convinced your two bodyguards they could take a day off. It took a lot of effort but-"

Louis gets interrupted by Harry jumping in his arms.

"This day already can't be better. It's only you and me? All day?"

"All day, H."