One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

Louis is sick.

***Hannah's POV***

"Hannah, love? Wake up," I heard Louis whisper lightly to me while he shook my shoulders.

No. Not right now. I don't feel well-and I want to sleep. He should leave me alone.

"No," I stated rather bluntly, "go away."

I couldn't see Louis, because my eyes were closed, but I could tell from his voice that he was concerned.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?"

"No."

I don't want him to know I'm sick; he'll try to take care of me. I can do this; I'll be fine.

I was about to try to sit up when I felt a cold hand on forehead, causing me to only shiver instead.

Great. Just great. Now he knows I probably have a fever. I thought sarcastically.

***Louis' POV***

I could tell Hannah was probably sick by the way her voice sounded-not to mention that she was sweating profusely and that her face almost matched the color of paper. I felt her forehead to be sure, and it confirmed my suspicions; she was burning up.

Geez, she's warm. She'll have to rest. This is most likely what I had.

"Yes, you are sick," I informed her. "Stay here. I'll be back."

I pulled the covers back over her shoulder, and she closed her eyes. I left the room and got what would be needed-a cloth, tissues, a thermometer, ect.. I was reminded of what else I needed to grab when I heard a puking sound from her room.

Oh, my goodness. I need to get a bucket for her!

I quickly grabbed the bucket and dashed to her room.

***Hannah's POV***

I closed my eyes when Louis exited and did my best to forget the pain. I failed, however, when I found myself sitting up and puking all over the bed sheets.

No. I hate this. I don't feel well. Make it go away.

Louis soon entered with a bucket in his hands, but he ended up using it himself; he has a really weak stomach.

I shivered and started to cry as I clutched on to my pillow. Louis came over to me, and wrapped an arm around me once everyone was done emptying their stomachs.

"Shh... It's okay. I promise it's fine. Don't worry about the bed either; I'll clean it later," he comforted me.

I told him, "Y-You should go. You have a weak stomach; you can't handle changing the sheets."

I don't want him doing that; he'll only be sick again.

***Louis' POV***

I knew that Hannah was probably right with what she said, but I loved her and was not about to let her do anything-especially like this.

"No, babe. Come here. I'm going to change them whether you like it or not."

I picked her up and transported her over to the couch. I think she was too tired to fight back at that point, because she just snuggled to a pillow and closed her eyes again.

Poor thing. She should get better soon-I hope.

I went to her bed and started to pull the covers off. My stomach turned and I dashed to the bathroom before I could puke. I dropped to my knees and got sick. Eventually, I was done, but I had to take a bin with me while I redid the bed.

***Hannah's POV***

I tried to rest while Louis was doing the bed but ultimately failed as I had to throw up again.

Oh, no. Not again! I have to try to be quiet; I don't want to disturb Louis.

I leaned over and realized that we forgot to put a bucket by me. However, it was already too late as food came rushing up my mouth, and I began to ruin the floor with what was once food.

After a few minutes of silent sickness, I stopped and was able to finally go to bed.

***Louis' POV***

I entered the living room to the disturbing sight of vomit beside the couch and my love asleep in the covers.

I tried to keep my stomach intact, but it just didn't want to listen to me. I threw up all over the ground. I sighed at myself.

Could I just not see my lunch-at least this once!

Finally, I stop puking and Hannah's eyes started to flutter. I smiled and went over to her, pulling her into my lap and stoking her hair.

"You threw up again, didn't you?" she giggled lightly as she snuggled closer.

"Maybe."

She laughed more, and I was glad that at least she was laughing.

"I love you," she mentioned.

I beamed down at her, responding, "I love you, too."

"We have to work on your pathetic stomach though," she added.

I nodded, "Yeah, you're probably right."

I lied down with her and we both fell asleep that way-her in my arms.

I hope you like it. Thanks for reading and to @Connor_Jcfanpage for requesting. This will be my last update before I am gone for a few days, just to let you know. I am immensely grateful to my reads and commenters. Thanks. ~Rose