People: Harry, Louis, Zayn, Liam, Niall
Ages: Harry (22), Louis (24)
Doctors: Louis (family medicine doctor)
Requested by: @Midnightmemxries55
- POV Harry -
"Harry, darling, I'm leaving for work", my boyfriend Louis whispered to me, planting a thousand kisses in my hair like he did every morning. I groaned and turned around in bed, not having the energy to respond or even open my eyes. The door to the bedroom clicked shut and as I slowly began to wake up, I became aware of how badly I was feeling. My head hurt, my nose was and my throat felt dry and scratchy. "Please, no", I whined, pulling myself up into a sitting position. I realised I needed to be at the studio soon and gradually made my way out of bed.
I changed into skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, a pink knitted vest keeping me warm. The 5-minute walk to the studio seemed to take way longer than usual, the autumn breeze making me shiver, even under my double layers of clothing. As soon as I pushed the door open, or tried to, as it seemed to be jammed, I heard a familiar laugh behind me. "Mate, how do you still not know. We've been coming to the same studio for months now", one of my bandmates, Zayn, said, pulling on the door handle. "It also says it on the door by the way", Niall, who was standing next to him, continued, pointing at the 'pull' sign. "Oops", I mumbled, taking a seat on my assigned spot in the conference room.
"You good mate? You don't seem well", Liam commented. "Yeah, fine", I lied, though my pale skin, trembling body and unusually raspy voice betrayed me. He looked like he was about to say something, when management entered the room and started their endless rant about our upcoming album. At a certain point, I zoned out, not being able to take my focus off of how much my throat hurt. A hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality and Niall told me it was time to go home. I nodded, slowly getting up from the chair and sluggishly walking home, stopping twice to take pictures with some fans.
The moment I step inside the house, I'm met with the strong smell of pizza. "Hey baby, I missed you", I feign happiness at the sight of my boyfriend. "Awww, I missed you too my love". I immediately fell into his embrace, relaxing in Louis's hold. "Let's go eat. I ordered pizza's", he said in a cheerful tone. I nodded and started nibbling on a piece of ham and onion pizza. "Do you not like the pizza Haz? You've barely eaten a thing", Louis asks me, looking down at the only half empty box. "I do like it, just not hungry", I tell him. "Are you ?". I nod my head, lying down on the couch.
" are you okay?". "Mhm, fine. Just tired". Suddenly, I feel soft hands supporting my back and armpits as Louis carries me to bed. He pulls my shirt and trousers off and after putting on some shorts himself, he climbs into bed with me, spooning me from behind. I hummed contently and melted into my boyfriend's chest, the slight movement anytime he breathes in and out, puts me at ease and within a couple of minutes, I fall into a peaceful slumber.
*timeskip to Saturday*
Finally, the weekend had and Louis and I had some time alone. On the downside, my illness had somehow only worsened over the course of the and I was now feeling even more miserable, Louis shooting me concerned glances every now and then. I stepped out of the shower cabin after a nice shower and started towel-drying my hair, but the moment I looked in the mirror, I stilled and my smile instantly faded. My whole body was covered in a rash, the bright red a huge contrast to my pale complexion. "Shit shit shit", I cursed, knowing I had to find a way to hide this from Louis. I could not have him know about this, as he is a doctor and I'm terrified of doctors. I knew that if he found out, he'd want to give me a check-up. Luckily, I soon came up with a plan.
"Lou, I'm going to run to the store for some eggs for pancakes, do you need anything?". "No thanks love, good luck", he yelled back. I pulled the hoodie of my sweatshirt over my face and went to the supermarket. After getting all the necessary ingredients for pancakes, I made my way over to the make-up isle and went to look for concealer. I stood in front of the millions of different shades and started panicking slightly, not knowing which one to pick. "Can I help you sir?", a friendly employee asked, to which I eagerly nodded. "Yes please. Do you know what shade of concealer I need?" I asked her and she gave me a once over, frowning at my rash, but she soon composed herself, picking out a random tube from the rack.
