Larry Stylinson || Oneshots

Just a little pain - Harry

Hi there! Another one shot? Yes! Had this one ready for a while now, so decided to publish it too. Also, I just noticed how many reads I have and I'm so thankful for that! But I also noticed that a lot of you don't vote nor comment! I would really appreciate it if you'd do that so I know people like my stories. If gives me a little confidence and happiness that people appreciate the stories I write. So please, please, please leave some feedback and vote! ❤️
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"Five minutes left!" A crew member yelled at the backstage area where the boys were about to get ready and stand in their spots on to run up the stage.

They did their little pep-talk thing to encourage each other to do their best and have a fun night. Though, Harry wasn't so sure about having a fun night. Ever since he woke up next to his beloved boyfriend, he had a nauseous feeling in the pit of his stomach and he had a bad headache that worsened with every move he made. He looked up against all the hard music and bright lights. He almost hadn't said a word the whole day, scared he might be sick and vomit his whole stomach empty until he would literally puke his stomach out of his body.

But, as the stubborn boy he was, he hadn't said a word to anybody and acted like he was all okay. Though, little did he know, Louis saw right through his act and knew the younger boy wasn't feeling well. He also looked as if he could pass out any given moment.

With dull eyes, a pale skin and his body slumped down, hunched over, and his feet dragging him over to the spot he was directed too, Harry made sure he wasn't looking all too sick and grabbed his bottle of water to make sure he stayed hydrated on stage. He knew it was gonna be long, hard and painful, but he sticked to staying silent and keeping this sickness to himself to not ruin the show. For the fans.

It wasn't long before he heard a voice through the small device in his ear, he had to go up and sing the first line. He ran up the stage for as far as he could and started to sing the first line of the first song they had prepared to preform.

"Straight off the plane to a new hotel."

The screaming of fans was heard throughout the whole stadium and chants of 'we love you' and 'you're amazing' could he heard. Harry's headache only got worse and the nauseous feeling wasn't just a dull ache in the background, no, it felt as if he could literally puke any minute now. He stopped singing for a minute to swallow down what felt like had tried to come up. He was lucky they put a long wait between the first and second line of Midnight Memories to keep the fans waiting full wonder and amazement. When he was sure he wasn't going to puke for a while now, he waited a few more second before he got the signal to sing further.

"Just touched down, you could never tell."

He looked around to look where his fellow band mates were located on the stage and saw that Zayn was the closest to him. If anything does go wrong, if he does need to vomit—which he mostly likely will with the nauseous feeling he's carrying with him now—he can lean and depend on him, even though it will ruin his whole plan of keeping his sickness a secret.

Clench teeth and smile. Clench teeth and smile. He repeats to himself. He took a deep breath and started entertaining the fans, waving at some and blowing air kisses into the crowd. The fans kept screaming and screaming, he was scared he would be getting deaf after this show.

But he kept going.

He kept going until he really thought he was gonna die.

It started with a burning feeling in his chest and the disgusting taste of vomit in his mouth. He knew from that moment that he needed to get off the stage. Fast.

He started to look around for a security guard or some other crew member for help, but he he found none, he started to get panicked. The feeling was getting worse and soon he slapped a hand over his mouth when he started gagging. He looked around for the closest exit to him to get of the stage. He found one to his right and started running for him.

In the corner of his eyes, he saw Louis looking concerned for him. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were turned downwards.

When he reached backstage, he looked for a trashcan or any sort of bucket to leave vomit in. He didn't have to search long, because a crew member soon gave him the bucket he needed. He fell down to his knees and started to retch. Soon everything he ate that day lay in the blue bucket. He just noticed it was a bucket with his boyfriend's face on it. Smiling big and bright. He sighed, leaning his head agains the edge of the bucket.

It was crazy how their faces were everywhere. Socks, buckets, duvet covers, and even toilet seats. Seriously, where is this fandom going? (I love it, honestly)

He felt two hands starting rub his shoulders, he looked up and saw Julia, the girl who put their clothes together for shows and interviews. He smiled at her and she gave a sympathetic smile back.

"Are you okay?" She asked. Harry shrugged his shoulders so, questioning himself if he was okay? Was he? "My head hurts and my stomach is cramping so badly." He whimpered.

"Why didn't you tell anyone you were feeling sick? You could've sit this show out." She told him.

"I don't know." He croaked out. His voice was raw and strained. It hurt him to talk. "I guess I didn't want ti ruin the show and disappoint anyone." He answered her.

"C'mon, let's get you laying down on a couch and put you rest!" Julia said enthusiastically. He let her help him get up and to their dressing toom. It was a little walk, Harry leaning mostly on Julia as his legs felt like jelly, but they made it eventually. He smiled at her as a thank you. "Sleep now. I'll tell everyone you're too sick to continue. Which is true, as you could barely stand just now." Julia said and stood up. She gave Harry a kiss on his forehead and walked out of the quiet room. 

He guesses he fel asleep as the next thing he knew, he was being lifted into strong arms. He moaned at the pain in his head. "Hazza? Are you awake?" He heard the love of his life say. He smiled at the vibration coming from the chest his head was rested on, meaning Louis was the one carrying him. "Mhm." He softly hummed.

"I'll get you a proper bed and some painkillers. Heard you had a headache and vomited from Julia." Louis said.

"M'okay."

He felt how Louis walked, going up and down. He wanted to open his eyes to look where they were going. But his eyes felt way to heavy and he was sure the light would only worsen his blasting headache.

It wasn't long before he felt himself being lay down on a soft mattress, probably his bunk bed, which wasn't as comfortable as his bed at home—at Princess Park—but it was better than the couch. He heard Louis waking away, but before the boy could, Harry grabbed his wrist weakly. "Don't go, please." Harry pleaded.

"I'm only getting you some meds. Then I'll come lie with you, okay, babe?" Louis said. Harry nodded and as Louis promised, he came back with medicine. He helped Harry take them before he lay down next to the curly headed boy in the cramped bed space.

"Why didn't you tell me you were feeling unwell?" Louis asked him after a while. He knew Harry was still awake by the way he was breathing.

"I didn't want to ruin the show and all the other plans we head. I didn't want to  disappoint the fans, management and the boys either. I thought after I would take some medicine it would be gone, but I didn't have any time to take medicine because we were already late to that interview. And I kinda forgot to take meds with me. I hoped I could make it through the day without you or anyone noticing something was wrong, but I guess you know me too well. And I'm not the best at hiding or lying." Harry ended shyly. He looked up at Louis through his lashes and saw him smiling fondly at him.

"You're too good for this world, Harry." Louis said and gave him a soft kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you, too"
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