rescue me / larry

three / it's easier when you're asleep

When Louis woke up he noticed that he wasn't lying in his bed; the ground he was lying on was way too hard to be a mattress which left him confused; he slowly opened his eyes and looked around, his eyes slowly adjusting to the light as he noticed that he had fallen asleep on the bathroom tiles.

Louis was confused, but as he slowly sat up the memories of the previous night snuck their way back into his mind, and Louis remembered everything; he remembered going to bed early after watching movies with the boys, and he also remembered waking up and then binging food before throwing it up. The last memory he had was him being bend over the toilet, after this everything was black as if he had fallen asleep instantly.

His whole body was aching; his head felt like it was going to explode any second, his throat was dry and sore and his stomach was growling and aching at the same time.

Louis pushed himself off the ground and the second he was standing up straight his head started to get dizzy; his stomach felt sick and his knees got weak. Black dots blurred his vision and Louis stumbled over into his bedroom before he collapsed onto the bed just as he felt like he was going to pass out.

Louis suddenly felt exhausted as if he ran a marathon; he felt like the air he was breathing in didn't reach his lungs. He slowly crawled upwards until he buried his face in his pillow. He grabbed his duvet and wrapped it around him, hoping it will stop him from shivering but he felt colder than he probably should.

His eyes slowly fell shut, but they flew open in the second Louis heard his door being opened.

"Louis?" Harry's voice came from the other side of the room and Louis slowly turned his head to Harry; his heart skipped a beat as his eyes met Harry's eyes staring over to him. Harry was smiling at Louis but the smile vanished from his face when Harry had taken in Louis' appearance.

"Louis? Are you okay?" Harry asked. He walked over to Louis and looked down at his best friend, his forehead crinkled in concern. Louis thought for a second, but he was too tired to lie or to say anything so he simply shook his head, sighing deeply.

"What's wrong?" Harry then asked, sitting down on the edge of Louis' bed. He ran a hand through Louis' chestnut-hair, oblivious to the fact that Louis' heart almost beat out of his chest just by having Harry this close to him, let alone having Harry run his hand through Louis' hair.

"I feel sick," Louis replied tiredly, not telling Harry more than he needed to know, but it was a fact that Harry already noticed.

"Do you want me to bring you a tea?" Harry questioned and Louis simply nodded, forcing his lips into a tired smile as Harry pushed himself off the bed, walking out of the room.

Louis listened to the faint sound of Harry's footsteps disappear until he closed his eyes once again, sighing deeply. He still felt exhausted, but a tiny bit of him felt better in this second.

He took a few, deep breaths before he pulled the covers up to his chin as he felt sleep coming over him, slowly pulling him into an unconscious darkness.

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As Louis woke up the second time this day he felt a bit better than he did the first time, but maybe it was because this time he woke up in a soft bed instead of a hard ground. He slowly sat up, running a hand through his now sweaty hair.

He listened closely, but the flat around him was silent which told him that Harry wasn't home; whenever Harry was home he turned either the TV or the music player so loud that Louis heard every word in his room, no matter where in the house Harry was.

Louis looked to his nightstand, looking at the clock; he noticed that he slept until 4 in the afternoon, and the second thing he noticed was the cup of tea standing right next to the clock. Harry must've left it here even though Louis wasn't awake anymore.