1d Sickfics

|10| Emetaphobia (Larry)

Requested by Ni_gel28

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Harry had been feeling sick and all he wanted was comfort from his boyfriend. They had a busy schedule and no time for him to be sick. Management was offering no breaks.

It was almost 5 AM and Harry was jolted awake by the sudden urge to vomit. His stomach cramped as he jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He heaved three times until everything came up. Louis appeared behind him, rubbing his back.

"Hazza? You done?" Louis asked sweetly.

"Yeah. M'sick." Harry stated plainly and sighed.

"Yes, I see that, what are you feeling?"

"My stomach hurts and my head is killing me." Louis nodded.

"Do you wanna go back to bed?" He continued rubbing the sick boys back.

"Yeah," Harry said before his stomach cramped again. He turned around and gripped the toilet. Louis's face twisted in disgust and fear as Harry lost his stomachs remaining contents. He still tried to be supportive but was failing.

"All done?" Harry nodded.

"Lou, I don't wanna go to the interview today..." Harry sighed sadly. They poor lad was visibly pale. He was shaking violently and and had a fever.

"I'll talk to management. I'm sorry, let's get you back in bed."

Louis had to practically carry the sick boy to his bed. He tucked him in and then walked back to his own room.

He lied in his bed and begged whoever was listening that he wouldn't get sick too.

His brain went over the moment over and over again. Replaying it in his head. He jumped out of his bed and ran to the bathroom, his knuckles turned white as he held the toilet seat. He tried to keep his stomach contents down, but was failing. He lurched over the toilet seat, heaving violently and sobbing.

He finished and clean up the mess. He rinsed out his mouth knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep again, he phoned management.

"Louis? Why are you calling so early?" Louis heard the voice say into the phone.

"Yeah, Harry is really sick. I don't think he'll be able to do the interview."

"He has to." The person on the other end said sternly.

"He can barely keep anything down. He's super pale, he's got a fever, and he can barely walk." Louis argued back.

"Fine. I'll clear the schedule but he has to do the concert tonight." Louis sighed and agreed.

"Fine, bye." He said and hung up the phone.

Louis sighed and collapsed against his bed. Today was going to be a long day.

***

It was 11 and most of the boys were awake. Everyone new about the schedule change except Harry, who's been asleep.

The boys were gathered in their living room when they heard a weird noise. It sounded harsh.

"Is that Harry?" Niall asked looking confused. Louis nodded and jumped to aid his boyfriend.

"Aww Hazza, let it up." Louis tried to sound comforting while the smell made him gag. He was enveloped in fear. Liam appeared in the doorway and switched with Louis. Louis went to get some medicine for the sick boy. He also grabbed a glass of water.