Only five minutes after their big disagreement, Harry walked into his and Louis' room silently, the lights hanging around the room were on which surprised Harry because usually after they argued, Louis would sleep in the dark.
Louis sleeps everything off.
Harry didn't say a word as he slipped into bed and wrapped his arms around Louis' waist. Louis grasped loudly as he flinched, Harry brought him closer and kissed his shoulder. "It's me, babe." He said softly. "It's me and I'm so sorry."
Louis nodded slowly, "You're gonna hurt me again, but it's okay." Louis said softly, turning towards Harry and resting his forehead against Harry's chest.
Harry bit his lips and closed his eyes, sighing heavily, "Goddamn it." He whimpered, hugging Louis tightly, "No no no.." he chanted softly against Louis' soft brown hair.
"Don't feel bad." Louis smiled softly, but it worried Harry when his smile dropped and he could hear him swallow thickly, he could feel his shoulders move up and down quickly,indicating he increased his breathing.
"Lou?" Harry called out, Louis covered his mouth and held his stomach, "Louis? Babe?"
Louis rolled off the bed, but sadly didn't make it to the bathroom as he vomit on the wooden floor, Harry knew how much Louis hated throwing up, it felt like he was going to puke up a limb.
"shit!" He gasped as he quickly ran to Louis' aid, rubbing his back slowly, "I'm gonna be right back. Louis nodded slowly.
" Please, stay.." Louis cried, holding back another gagging noise. "Don't go!"
"I'm gonna get something to clean this up, okay?" Harry mumbled out softly, "I swear I'll come back for you as soon as I get everything, okay?"
"O-okay.." Louis whimpered, holding his stomach and rubbing it in hopes to calm it down. Only a few seconds later until he threw up with nothing coming out.
Louis fell to his side and cried out, his stomach cramped up and it hurt him so much, he was stuck in s fetal position and all he really wanted right now was to stop feeling so damn nauseous.
"Harry!" Louis cried, clenching his stomach, "Ow!"
Harry finally came back with a wash cloth and a towel, carelessly throwing the towel over the vomit and kneeling next to his his fiance. Louis grimaced at the fact that Harry just tossed the towel over his vomit knowing damn well its a process, but he was too weak to protest.
"I got you.." Harry whispered, placing the warm cloth over his his head. "I have tea on the stove for you right now."
"Please don't leave me again, it hurts." Louis cried out.
"What hurts, baby?"
"My stomach.." Louis whimpered, "make it stop.."
Harry hugged Louis tightly and rubbed his side, "Go back to sleep. I'm sure it'll go away when you wake up." Harry calmly told him even though Harry wanted to drive to the hospital right now, but panicking isn't well with this situation.
"I'm hungry." Louis whispered, hugging up to Harry, with his shirt tightly clenched in his fist.
"What do you want, baby girl?" Harry asked softly, rubbing Louis' stomach slowly as he stared at him.
"French fries." Louis said, "From Wendy's."
Harry tilted his head to the side in confusion, Louis just threw up and he wants some greasy fries? "Babe. I think that'll upset your stomach with all that grease and salt. How about I heat up the pizza we didn't finish hmm?"
