Harry/Larry fanfics

Athsma Attack?

Harry and Louis were in the kitchen, Harry at the stove cooking the chicken and Louis trying to peel the carrots.

"Shit!" He exclaimed when he tugged the peeler a little too hard and it bounced off the carrot nearly peeling his finger.

"Careful love," Harry said, nervously chuckling, "you don't want to apply to much pressure."

"How the hell do you do it then?!" Louis shouted, putting the peeler down before he tried again and hurt himself.

Harry shook his head with a smile, "come 'ere" he said, nodding his head toward the counter.

Louis complied, walking over to the counter and setting the things down.

Harry took his hands like a cheesy romance film, helping him with the correct gestures to use the peeler.

"Ohhhh, okay okay, I see now." Louis said, trying on his own with one peeling.

"There you go! Jesus, how do you survive when I'm on tour?"

"Oh that's easy. Macca's."

Harry rolled his eyes before turning back around to put his attention on the stove.

Within another ten minutes they had a lovely chicken dinner (I'm not a chef so it's just gonna be called chicken dinner😂) and Harry served up Louis' plate first, sliding it in front of him.

"Well?" Harry asked, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.

"Perfect as always." Louis responds with a smile.

Harry returns the smile, but it quickly fades as his chest suddenly feels tight.

"You okay...?" Louis asked, a confused but sympathetic smirk crossing his face.

Harry hadn't even realized he had zoned out, shaking his head to fall out of his trance.

"Yeah. Yeah, fine." He says quietly, before inhalling again, "I'm just gonna grab my phone."

Harry quickly walks out of the room, although not too quickly because he doesn't want Louis to be suspicious, and Louis can only respond with a confused "O-okay..."

Louis stares confusingly down the hallway for a minute before shrugging it off and going back to his meal.

Harry meanwhile made it to their room, sitting on his side of the bed, digging through his drawer for his inhaler.

Once its in hand, he decides to give it a minute, trying to breath deeper than he was, but eventually it starts to hurt so he decides to take a puff.

It does nothing.

He takes two puffs, trying to breath it in and give it a minute to work.

It still does nothing.

He scrunches his shoulders up a bit, slightly leaning forward off the bed, shutting his eyes and just trying to get a full breath in.

Now he's getting slightly dizzy, kind of out of it, and his heart is racing.

Louis on the other hand is out in the kitchen when he looks over to table.

Where Harry's phone sits.

"Shit-" he whispers to himself, getting out of his seat and going down the hall to their bedroom.

The door isn't fully shut so he carefully pushes it open, giving himself a slight heart attack when he sees and hears a slightly gasping Harry.

"Harry? Hey, love," Louis says quietly, walking over to Harry so he can see his face.