Prompts(l.s)

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temp tooth filling larrydentist 

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"Lou, you okay?" Harry mumbled into the dark, slowly waving his arms around to find Louis. He'd been mumbling and moving around in his sleep restlessly the whole night, waking Harry up every hour or so to groans and aggravated swearing. 

"Fine." Louis says while curling up into a ball under the covers, his actions clearly stating otherwise. "Go back to sleep Haz."

Harry knew better than to argue with him as he knew Louis can be stubborn especially when sleep deprived. He watched him twitch around in his sleep for a bit before pulling him back into his arms and spooning him. Louis immediately lay limp in his arms and the two slowly fell back to sleep.

It happens all throughout the next day. Harry watches on as Louis went about his day-to-day activities groaning as quietly as possible, face twitching and clearly in some sort of pain. He kept giving him pointed looks so that Louis would fess up already and tell him what's wrong. Unless Louis gave in and said something he's going to have to deal with the pain himself and knowing him, it'd probably take a while.

"You know I can see you staring at me right?" Louis grumbled over his cup of tea the next morning grumpy and half asleep.

"Really, you don't say." Harry scoffs preparing him own cup of black coffee in the kitchen. "Are you ready to talk about it then?"

"There's nothing to talk about, geez. I just have a little toothache 'ts all."

"A little toothache? So that's what kept you up all night for two days in a row?" 

"I wasn't up all night, you're just making up shit." Louis glares at him, pushing his mess of a bed head to stick straight. "It'll be gone in a few days and I'll be alright- wait what are you doing-?"

"Open your mouth." Harry says sternly, pulling up close to Louis who had his hands out in front of him as a form of defiance. "Show me if it's not that bad then."

"No? Why the fuck would I?" Louis shouts pushing Harry off and trying to make a run for it. Harry stopped him before he could get out of the room and swiftly got him in a headlock. 

"Why are you acting- like a child-!"

"Why the fuck are you treating me like one?!-" Louis exclaims back and all hell breaks loose. 

Half an hour later and Harry had Louis subdued and pinned by both arms on the living room couch, taking a clear look at the damaged tooth.

"Yup that's a cavity. Right there, the last tooth. " Harry mumbles patting his cheek and earning a miserable groan in return. "We need to see a dentist, stat."

"No." Louis mutters and Harry groans at the sheer childishness of it all. "I'm not letting some random old fat guy at Irvine's fuck up my mouth again. We've been through this!"

"He didn't fuck up your mouth, it was swollen for weeks because you refused to put an icepack on it and spent the day playing FIFA. "

"Are you saying it's my fault?"

"Yeah, Louis. I'm saying it's your fault. It's ALWAYS your fault. You never listen, like ever! I don't even know how I put up with you all this time! You're a man-child!" Harry shouts pushing him back on the couch. "And I'm only make an exception for this 'cause I know how much you hate the dentist."

"So..?"

"So, I'm gonna put a temporary filling in myself. " Harry stated watching the look on Louis' face slowly morph from anger to one of doubt. "It's either that or you're gonna have to get the tooth out."