Larry Stylinson sick fics

stomach bug and upset - Louis

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-Harry POV-

We decided to go out for drinks tonight to celebrate ending the European leg of tour, but that morning Louis woke up with a headache and a fever, he wasn't too happy and he said he didn't want to ruin it for everyone so we went anyways and I promised not to drink a lot, but i forgot about that promise soon after we arrived at the bar.

~7.54am~

"Haz?" I heard from my boyfriend beside me in bed, I was still half asleep but I replied with a sleepy "yea?"

"My head hurts really bad and I feel gross" he whined

"Come for a cuddle babe" I said, offering the source of comfort I knew worked best.

He lay closer to me and I could feel the heat radiating off him.

"Oh baby lets get into the bathroom a second I want to take your temperature" I was getting a bit worried.

He nodded and followed me down the hall. Once we were in the bathroom I slippped the cold piece of metal under his tongue and waited for the beep.

*beep beep*

"38.9" I read out

Louis groaned and buried his head into my chest.

"Lets get you back to bed babe, I'll get some paracetamol for you" I said kissing his forehead.

He took the paracetamol with some water and got back into bed while I got dressed.

I went downstairs after putting on skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, and tying a blue bandana in my hair in an attempt to tame my wild hair.

"Hey lads, Louis' not feeling himself" I told them.

"Maybe we call off going out tonight then?" Liam suggested

"Oh yeah. I forgot Bout that, I'll go ask Louis. He might be feeling better by tonight" I said

I hoped Louis would say we should just go out another time, but you know Louis, never wants to spoil the fun.

"I'll be fine Haz, just give me a few hours and I'll feel better." Was his response when I brought up changing some dates around.

He was not better.

~2.45pm~

We were watching a movie on the couch after getting Louis to eat half a slice of toast and a few sips of tea. I could tell his stomach wasn't taking it well, he was pale and kept groaning and cuddling closer to me.

There was about half an hour left of the movie when Louis scrambled up from the couch and ran to the downstairs bathroom.

He crashed to the floor in front of the toilet and started dry heaving.

I know he hates puking more than anything so I tried to relax him. I ran my fingers through his hair and rubbed his back until he eventually let up the entirety of his stomach contents into the bowl.

I could tell he was fighting off another round of vomit.

"Lou honey, just let it out. You'll feel better, sweetheart"

He must have sat there for at least 5 minutes before deciding he was done and shakily rinsing his mouth with the water I gave him.

"Done baby?" I asked

"Yeah"

I guided his back to the couch and he practically collapsed into me.

~7.23pm~

I figured we wouldn't go out since Louis was still passed out on the couch and still clearly unwell, but it was once again wistful thinking from me.

He awoke at around 8, and went up to our bedroom where I was and started to pull on a hoodie and some sweatpants.

"Babe what you doing? You can stay in your pyjamas sweet, you're sick" i explained

"We're going out, I'm getting ready"

"No honey, we'll go out another day love"

He shook his head whilst i tried to convince him to stay home and eventually I gave in.

"I promise I wont drink a lot Lou, I'll be by your side the whole time love" I comforted

~11pm~

Another shot went down my throat. Maybe the 6th or 7th one, I didn't care. I felt sooooo good.

~10.29am (next morning)~

-Louis POV-

I woke up to an empty space next to me.

Harry got completely black out drunk last night and now I had to take care of my drunk boy, even though I'm the sick one.

And he promised not to drink a lot. He promised.

I got up from bed, steadying myself a little so I wouldn't fall and going to find Harry, he was asleep sprawled out on the living room floor.

"Harry" i said shaking him a bit until he woke up.

"Ugh turn the light off. I feel awful" he moaned

"No shit Harry. You got so fucking drunk last night. And you promised not to" I felt myself start to cry. I think it was the fever cause there wasn't much to cry about but that got Harry.

"Oh Lou baby, I'm so sorry I really am I got too carried away I'm so sorry baby" he gently pulled me onto the floor next to him and kissed my nose.

"How can I make it up to you sweet?" He asked.

"Cuddles Hazza" I whined and he stood up before helping me to do the same.

"Lets go up to bed and you can have as many Cuddles as you'd like honey." He looked so cute I couldn't help but forgive him right then and there.

-Harry POV-

I felt so bad for my boy, he was poorly and I let him down. I was going to take great care of him all day and all week until he was all better to try make it up to him.

He ended up vomiting 3 more times that day but of course I stayed with him the whole time and although I got sick with the same virus a few days later, it was all worth it to see my baby boy smile again.

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