Larry Stylinson sick fics

Louis - addiction pt.2

331 words

Harry POV

I heard something then heard a loud scream from Louis and then crying.

I woke up instantly, hoping it was just a dream. It wasn't.

Louis was sitting up in bed cradling his hand, screaming and crying with blood running down his bruised knuckles.

"Fuck" I worried. "Honey what happened?"

He started hyperventilating, then coughed and threw up.

"Shit, Lou. Baby what's going on?"

"M. Mum" He cried.

"What's wrong baby. What's happened to mum love?" I said, trying to calm him.

"She's g-gone." He wailed.

My face fell.

"I'm so sorry kitten." I whispered, starting to cry myself.

He sniffled.

"Let's get you cleaned up boo. Then we'll talk about it ok?" I bit my lip and took a deep, shaky breath.

"Want a bath my love?" I asked.

He nodded, tears still dribbling down his face.

I took him into the bathroom and I sat him on the toilet seat, he was pale and shaky and I was pretty sure that was from the cigarettes.

I ran him a warm bath and cleaned the blood from his knuckles with an antiseptic wipe.

He jumped a bit from the stinging and let a few stray tears run down his cheeks.

"Aw angel. Nearly done." I comforted.

He shook miserably in the bath. His eyes bleary and unfocused.

"Let's get you to bed baby boy." I suggested, helping him out of the bath and wrapping him in a white fluffy towel.

He shivered in my arms and I kissed his sweaty forehead while he took deep heavy breaths.

He stayed silent while I guided him back to bed.

"No." He whimpered.

"What do you mean no petal?"

"When I- I close my.. my eyes I see my.. mum I d-don't want to cry anymore." He said, biting his lip.

"Let's go watch a movie or something then Boo."

Sorry this is rly short I have absolutely no motivation and I'm still not feeling well not sure what's going on I have Covid but it's like rly bad and I feel tired and sick so I'm not posting a lot sorry x