Larry Stylinson Sick/Hurt/Comfort Stories🌙☁️✨

🌼 no voice (harry)🌼

Finally getting to another request!

Louis was on the couch, on FaceTime with Lottie, when he heard the front door slam shut, and the sound of Harry's slow shuffling footsteps.

He frowned, finding it weird as Harry wasn't supposed to be home for several more hours. "Hey Lotts, sounds like Harry's home, I wasn't expecting him. I'm gonna see if everything's alright. Talk later?"

"Yeah, sure. Do what you've gotta" she rolled her eyes, hanging up.

"Harry honey?" Louis asked softly as Harry walked into the room, his eyes tired and sad. "What's the matter? Why's that pretty face so sad?" He cupped his face, rubbing his thumb back and forth across Harry's cheek.

"My... voice" Harry croaked, his voice raspy and painful sounding.

"Oh Haz," Louis sighed sympathetically. "You've been working so hard on this new album, you need to give your voice a rest. It's probably so worn out."

Harry just shrugged a little, wrapping his arms around Louis' waist and leaning his head down onto Louis' shoulder, letting it rest there.

Louis rubbed up and down Harry's back as they stood like that for a moment before finally speaking again. "Does your throat hurt too?" He asked, looking up at Harry's tired green eyes.

His poor baby was exhausted.

Harry nodded, opening his mouth to speak but Louis put his fingers up against Harry's plush pink lips. "Nope, no talking for you. Not until you rest that lovely voice of yours."

Harry looked at him with a sheepish little smile and Louis narrowed his eyes. "I'm serious."

Harry couldn't help but giggle though, the stern look on Louis' face was hard for him to take seriously.

"Oi!" Louis couldn't help but chuckle a little himself at his cute sunflower. "What's so funny about that?"

Harry shrugged, his eyes though tired, twinkled.

"Right cheeky you are," Louis tilted his head back playfully. "Now I'm going to make you some lemon tea with honey, and you're gonna lay down okay? I don't wanna hear a single peep from you."

Harry nodded, but he couldn't help himself. The second Louis turned around, he let out a quiet, "peep!"

Louis turned around on his heel, and Harry immediately put both hands over his mouth, shaking his head.

"Yeah that's what I thought." Louis winked, and then walked to the kitchen to fix Harry up some tea.

When he came back, Harry was going through some of the videos and audio clips he'd made recently, trying to figure out some new melodies and harmonies. He'd been working nonstop on his fourth album, and even after having to leave the studio because his voice had given out on him, he was finding ways to work on it.

Louis was carrying two warm mugs of tea, (a black one with a white L, and a bright yellow one with flowers and a big pink H) "I've got your tea love." He said, sinking down onto the couch beside him.

Harry smiled to thank him, and then gestured toward the coffee table in front of them. He was too focused on the task at hand that he didn't want to stop for even a sip of tea.

"Sunflower..." Louis set the mugs down and put a hand on Harry's thigh. "You've got to give it a rest, I know you're wanting to get the album out, but you're working yourself into the ground. You're tired, I can see it in your eyes."

Harry knew Louis was right, as much as he hated to admit it. He wanted the album to be perfect, and being half asleep from exhaustion and croaking with barely a voice, wouldn't allow him to achieve that goal.

Defeated, Harry put his phone down, deciding to just focus on getting better for now.

"Good choice love," Louis said, kissing his cheek. "Let's take care of you tonight, okay? Not your
music, YOU."

Harry nodded, his face heating up, a cherry colored blush appearing on his dimpled cheeks. Louis pressed a kiss to his lips, and took their mugs from the coffee table, handing one to Harry.

"A toast," Louis said before Harry could take a sip, "to the healing of Harry's throat!"

Harry rolled his eyes at that, Louis was so ridiculous sometimes. Nonetheless, he clinked his mug against Louis' and then took a sip of his tea. His face relaxed into the most pleased smile Louis had ever seen.

"Good?" He asked, taking a sip of his own.

Harry nodded quickly, taking another slow sip and savoring the flavor. It was perfect and felt so nice on his raw throat.

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"Alright petal, are you ready for bed?" Louis asked several hours later. Harry had his head resting in Louis' lap as they were on the couch, watching movies. "You look sleepy," he added, seeing the way Harry's eyes fluttered. His eyelids had been putting up a pretty good fight for the past half hour, but were slowly giving up.

Harry yawned, nodding. He wanted to stay up longer and finish the movie, Titanic, but after a gentle reminder from Louis that he'd 1- already seen the movie multiple times and 2- could finish if the next day, he decided that sleep needed to come first.

Sleepily, he followed Louis down the hall to their bedroom, rubbing his tired eyes. He couldn't stop yawning, and Louis found it quite cute, even if it made him yawn a time or two himself.

Once in bed, Harry immediately curled up, a sign that he wanted to be the little spoon that night. Most nights Louis was the little spoon, but Harry wasn't feeling good and just wanted that extra attention.

Louis smiled lovingly, he loved his Harry so much. "Sweet dreams," he whispered as he curled himself around him, kissing the back of his neck. "I love you, so much."

Heyyyy! Back at it again! Sorry this one felt a bit clunky but I did my best! Things should start to read smoother again soon I hope:)

Love,
Bells 🌼