Harry Styles Sickfics

🦷Wisdom Tooth 2🦷

Louis took Harry home and laid him on the sofa.

"How you doing?" He asked, perching himself on the edge next to Harry.

"Sore." His voice muffled through the handkerchief he now had stuffed in his mouth.

"I'll get you that paracetamol."

They had stopped off at the chemist on the way home and bought some liquid paracetamol, as Harry wouldn't be able to swallow tablets.

"Here you go. Take this." He handed Harry the meds and he took it.

Louis gently stroked his face. "Hope you feel better soon. Hate seeing you in pain."

Harry tried to smile, but his face was still numb. He took Louis' hand.

Louis smiled. "You look tired  why don't you have a nap?"

Harry nodded as a tear escaped his eye.

"Hey. Don't cry sweetheart. You'll be fine soon. When your mouth is better, we can have a bloody good snog, and then I'm going to make sure you feel so good, I'm gonna make you scream. You want that don't you?" He smirked.

Harry nodded again.

"Good. Can you open your mouth? I'll put a clean hankie in there then you sleep. OK?"

Harry opened his mouth and Louis removed the bloody hankie, replacing it with a clean one. He closed is mouth and Louis lightly pecked his cheek.

"That's better. Sleep now my love."

Louis stroked his cheek as Harry drifted off to sleep.

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"Louuuuuuu." Harry whined as he woke up. The numbness in his mouth was virtually gone, but now it ached, badly. He pulled out the dirty hankie, the bleeding seeming to have stopped now.

"Louuuuuu." He cried out again. Louis came rushing in from where he had been making some soup.

"Harry! What's wrong? Do you feel sick?" He worried, seeing the bloodstained hankie in his hand. Louis took it and put it in the nearby bin,  then he sat on the floor beside Harry.

"No. I need a cuddle."

Louis relaxed and smiled. "God you had me worried. Scooch over a bit."

Harry moved against the back of the sofa and Louis laid beside him, face to face.

"How are you?" He asked.

"Like I've been in a boxing match."

"My poor baby. You should take some more paracetamol." He went to get up back Harry grabbed him.

"Don't leave me." Harry said. "I missed you."

"You were asleep." Louis laughed.

"I still missed you. Don't go yet."

Louis moved closer and Harry rested his good cheek on Louis' chest.

"The only good thing about when you're poorly, is that you get very cuddly." Louis said, rubbing Harry's back.

"Sorry I'm such a baby."

"Hey. Don't say that. You had a nasty thing done today. I think you're coping better than I did."

Harry didn't reply, talking made his jaw hurt more.

His stomach rumbled. He hadn't eaten for hours.

"I made some soup. You could have it with some soft bread. I won't make it too hot. You fancy some?"

"Mmmm. Yes please."

"You have to let me go though. I can't make it if you're clinging to me like a koala."

Harry laughed and let him go. "Be quick. I'll miss you."

"Stop it." Louis lightly slapped Harry's thigh. "You soppy git." He manged to untangle himself from Harry's death grip and went into the kitchen.

He came back a few minutes later with two bowls of soup and a plate of bread, minus the crusts. He placed it on the coffee table. Harry sat up and Louis handed him a bowl.

"Thanks Lou." He said as he blew on the soup. It wasn't that hot, but he wanted to make sure.

He managed to eat it all with two slices of bread.

"Thank you. That was so good."

"Good lad." Louis said as he cleared the dishes.

"Cuddles?" Harry whined. He'd pout if it didn't hurt so much.

Louis took his place next to Harry and hugged him tight.

"Has it stopped bleeding now?"

"I can still taste it. Its not bad now, just wish it wasn't so sore."

"Here, take your meds and rest."

Harry did as he was told. He always did.

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It was 8 hours since the extraction and the boys were in bed.

"What a day." Louis sighed. They were both exhausted.

Harry was cuddled up to him, legs tangled.

"You're so soft and squidgy." Harry said.

"Oi. I'm not squidgy, cheeky devil."

"You are." He grabbed Louis' bum and squeezed it.

"Hmmm. Think someone needs a little bit of me eh?"

"I'd rather have a big bit. Fuck yes. Please Lou."

"I guess you're feeling better then?"

Harry grinned and their lips met. Despite his jaw still aching like he'd done 5 rounds with Muhammad Ali, they kissed, hot and passionately, ending up with slow and tender love making.

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