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6. Faint

Harry: "Babe, c'mon. If you're not feeling well then we can stay home." Harry sighed, placing his head on top of yours as the two of you stood in front of your bedroom mirror. You were carefully applying makeup, attempting to hide your sickly pale face with foundation and blush. Harry stares at your reflection, noticing your tired eyes. He wouldn't mind staying home, especially knowing that you were crook. "Harry, for the last time, I'm fine. I haven't seen the guys in ages. We're going." You shoot Harry a look through the mirror and he just stares at you for a moment before walking away, shaking his head in defeat. Truth was you felt utterly sick and physically drained of energy. The previous night you had spewed a few times and were running a slight fever. Of course you'd get sick the night before a big party, and even though your fever had come down slightly, you were beginning to get dizzy spells. "Alright, alright. If we're going, then you better hurry up so we're not late." Harry smirked from the doorway of your bathroom before sliding on his suit jacket and waiting patiently for you on the end of the bed. You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend before applying some lip gloss and sliding into your black heels. "You know, for being sick you look hot." Harry joked as you and him began to walk into the club where the boy's party was being held. As the two of you walked in, you stumbled a bit, catching your forehead with your free hand. Harry stares at you intently, his hands around you carefully. "You alright?" Harry asks, noticing your pale face even through your tinted make up. You nod, regaining your composure quickly. You and Harry greet the boys, and the girls as well and before it you're attempting to keep focused on whatever Eleanor was talking about. You nod and mumble an 'mhm' but Perrie smirks from across you, saying "(Y/N), are you even listening?" she asks, chuckling slightly as your eyes scanned the crowded room for Harry. The dizzy spells were growing worse and worse, and suddenly you could feel yourself swaying. "(Y/N)?" Eleanor asks, a hint of worry in her voice. You try desperately hard to focus on her, but you could feel your eyes drooping with every passing second. You place your hand on Eleanor's arm, trying anything to keep yourself balanced. Worried, you can here the girls calling out for Harry, just as your eyes flutter closed and your body slams to the floor. Harry is in the middle of a heated conversation of footy when he hears his name being called. His eyes dart towards where the shout was coming from, widening as he caught sight of you crashing to the ground. Harry is quick to move, sliding on his knee's as he nears your crumpled form. He carefully places a hand behind your neck as he pulls your body onto his own. "Babe, c'mon. Wake up." He pats you gently, expecting your eyes to flutter open, but when you don't respond his heart sinks. "Someone get me some water? And call an ambo." Harry called over his shoulder in the midst of patting your face, as by now everyone in the room had crowded around you two. Louis is quick to dial an ambulance, as he along with the rest of your friends looked down at your unconscious form with worry in their eyes. Harry looks down at you, his eyebrows furrowing. He knew he shouldn't of agreed to let you come out tonight, and if something were to happen to you he'd never forgive himself. "C'mon babe, wake up now. Wake up, (Y/N). Let me see those pretty eyes." He cries, patting and shifting your face from side to side. Harry- along with everyone else- let out a sigh of relief as your eyes flutter back open and you let out a muffled groan. "Jesus Christ." Harry sighs dramatically, pulling you further to his chest, he plants kisses on your damp forehead, thankful he hand't lost you.

Louis: "Babe, no offense but this is like the tenth time we've stopped since leaving Doncaster." Your boyfriend sighs as you point him to get off at the nearest rest stop. You had to pee, again. "Sorry, Lou. I'll just piss my pants next time, just so we can get home in time to see your boys. My bad." You rolled your eyes, being as sarcastic as possible. It was true, you had stopped to pee quiet a few times, but that wasn't something you could really control. When you had done your business, and you and Louis had finally made your way home, you rushed passed Louis and into your shared flat, going straight for the toilet. "Oi, how is it something so little can hold so much liquid?" He laughs, shaking his head and brushing it off. It was only when Louis started to notice something was off when you had gotten up for the fifth time during the movie you two were watching. "I'm just thirsty Lou, it's not a big deal." You sigh, taking a drink of water. It was the truth. You had been drinking a lot of water lately, which was probably why you had been using the toilet more often than usual as well. Louis shrugged, leaning over the countertop, nearly lost in thought. It was then that Louis took a good hard look at you, and it was then that he could notice how pale you had gone, and how sunken in your cheeks had looked. Your collar bones were more prominent than ever, and for the first time in weeks Louis noticed how thin you looked. Minutes pass and Louis has been staring you down, brows furrowed and a hint of worry in his eyes. Suddenly, an intense headache pounds throughout your temples. You rub your forehead, trying to ease the pain that's just come from out of nowhere. This catches Louis' attention, and he is immediately by your side. "You alright?" And you want to tell him no, but you've become so weak- so tired suddenly, that all you can do is close your eyes and give in to the tight force that is pulling you into a dark, deep sleep. Louis is quick to catch your collapsing body, his worried eyes staring down at you widely. "(Y/N)?" Lou asks as he lowers your body down onto the cold tiled floor. "Babe? C'mon now, wake up." He shakes your limp form in his arms, tears springing to his eyes when his words are unable to coax you out of your unconscious state. When realization hits him, Louis is quick to react. Putting the pieces together- the weight loss, the lack of color in your skin, he knows this is serious. "Crap." He curses, placing your head down gently, Louis grabs his phone from the bench and dials an ambulance. You're taken to the local hospital and rolled through the ER quickly, doctors having to restrain your boyfriend, as he didn't understand why he wasn't allowed to go with you. Louis tugs on his wispy hair, staring at the ground as his foot taps nervously. "Mr. Tomlinson?" Someone calls, and Louis shoots up in his seat to make his way over to a petite blonde woman in a white coat. She has her glasses low in her nose as she flips through paperwork collected on a clipboard. "How is she? C-can I see her?" His eyes light up as he peaks behind the woman, towards the doors where you had been wheeled off through. The blonde woman smiles sympathetically, taking notice of how caring Louis was. "(Y/N) awake, and being treated as we speak." Louis' eyebrows raise, and his mouth opens, but before he can say anything, the doctor cuts in. "Miss (Y/L/N) is a diabetic. Type 1 specifically, which explains the sudden weight loss, extreme thirst, and fatigue." As the doctor continued to explain your newly diagnosed condition, a nurse approached and notified Louis that you were awake and stabilized. The instant he saw you, Louis was wrapping you in his arms, careful of the wires and IV's attached to your body. He planted kiss upon kiss on your still pale forehead, mumbling how grateful he was that you were okay.