Larry One-Shots and Sickfics

Bad Cold-Louis (Part 1)

Here's another one-shot.  I thought I'd try a sickfic, because I like reading those.  This is my first time writing one, so please tell what you think of it!

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It was the middle of the night, and both Harry and Louis were exhausted. For the past week and a half, they had been working 16-hour days, staying constantly busy with interviews, photoshoots, and concerts. They were back at their flat and had the next few days off. They were finally getting some much needed rest, when Harry groaned, having been awakened by the sound of Louis's loud snores.

He sighed and turned over to face Louis. His mouth hung open as he breathed through it. Louis never snored, so this surprised Harry, but he shrugged it off and gently shook his shoulder, whispering his name to wake him.

"Lou. Louis, wake up," Harry said.

Louis slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Harry, who was hovering over him. "What?" he asked, his voice a bit raspy.

"You're snoring, love, and as much as I love you, I really need to sleep," he answered, turning to face away from Louis and snuggling back into the blankets.

"Sorry," Louis whispered, but received no response, except for Harry's even breaths, signaling that he was already asleep.

Louis sighed. He had been snoring because his nose was completely stuffed up; there was no way he could breathe through it, causing him to breathe through his mouth. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, doing his best to breathe quietly through his mouth this time.

Time ticked bay, and no matter how hard he tried or how exhausted he was, he couldn't go back to sleep. He was frustrated. He was really tired, but there was nothing he could do about it.

As more time passed, he noticed his throat was becoming sore and painful. He had hoped the stuffy nose would clear up by morning, but now he knew he was getting a cold. His colds never progressed this quickly, though, so he knew it would be bad.

Louis coughed, trying to be as quiet as possible, but it soon turned into a coughing fit. The bed shaked as his body was racked by cough after cough, barely giving him a chance to breathe.

Soon, Harry awoke again from Louis's coughs.

"Louis," he said, not even turning to face him.

Louis's coughs finally died down. He took a few breaths, then answered Harry, "Yeah?"

"Go get a drink of water or something. I'm trying to sleep."

Without another word, Louis got up and, instead of going all the way downstairs to the kitchen, he slowly made his way to their attached bathroom. He cupped his hands under the faucet and filled them with cool water. He bent to drink the water from his hands, wincing as he swallowed because it hurt his sore throat. He splashed some water on his face, then dried it on a towel before shuffling back to bed. He pulled the blankets over himself, trying not to disturb Harry.

"Better?" Harry's deep voice whispered, his eyes closed.

"Um, yeah," Louis lied, not wanting to bother Harry, who quickly drifted back to sleep.

For a couple more hours, Louis tried in vain to go back to sleep, but it was impossible. In addition to his stuffy nose and sore throat, he now had a headache and he was pretty sure he was getting a fever as well.

After a while, his head started pounding, and he figured it was turning into a migraine. He now knew for certain that he had fever; he was sweating copiously as he shivered violently under the thick blankets piled on top of him.

His head felt like it would explode and a groan escaped his lips. He couldn't take it anymore. He was in so much pain. He had been trying his best to not bother Harry anymore, but he didn't have a choice. He was sick and he needed Harry to take care of him.

He reached over and gently shook Harry, calling his name softly. Harry groaned and rubbed his eyes.

"What is it now, Louis? I want to sleep," he said, annoyed.

"I have a headache," he said quietly.

"Then go get some medicine. I'm tired."

"But—" Louis started.

"Go, Louis. I don't want to hear it," Harry grumbled.

"Fine," he said, so quietly that Harry barely heard it.

Louis slowly got into a sitting position, but his head spun and he felt really dizzy as a new wave of pain washed through his skull. He cried out and fell back down onto the bed, his hands clutching his head.

Harry sat up quickly and flicked on his bedside lamp, then turned to face Louis, concern etched into his face.

"What is it, Lou? What's wrong? Are you alright?" the questions spilled from his mouth as he took in his boyfriend's form, curled into a tight ball with a pillow pressed tightly over his face.

"Turn the light off!" Louis screamed, although it sounded muffled through the pillow.

Without hesitation, Harry turned off the lamp.

"Louis, what's wrong?" Harry questioned, gently rubbing Louis's back.

Louis removed the pillow from his face, but kept his eyes closed. "I have a headache that's turned into a migraine, a sore throat, a cough that's becoming congested, and a nose so stuffy, I can't breathe," Louis said quietly, his voice raspy. He opened his eyes and Harry saw pain and exhaustion in them. Louis continued, "My head is making me nauseous, my fever is making me dizzy, and I haven't been able to sleep since you woke me because I was snoring. . .because I couldn't breathe."

"Oh, boo, I'm so sorry! Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were sick?" Harry said, reaching out to cradle him in his arms.

"You were tired, and you seemed annoyed that I kept waking you."

"I'm sorry. If I'd known you didn't feel well, I wouldn't have been annoyed, baby. I want to take care of you. Promise to tell me next time?" Harry said, planting a kiss to Louis's forehead. He frowned, feeling its warmth.

Louis nodded in response, too tired to do anything else.

"I'm gonna get you some medicine. I'll be right back," Harry said, gently removing his arms from around Louis and getting up. Louis missed his warmth immediately.

"Hurry," Louis croaked out.

Harry went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed some decongestants, painkillers, and fever reducers. He then grabbed a tall glass of water. He was about to go back up when he stopped to grab some crackers for Louis's upset stomach. He took everything upstairs and handed it all to Louis, who took it all gratefully.

"Thanks, babe," Louis said, smiling even though he felt miserable.

"No problem, love," he responded, spooning Louis in his embrace.

This time, with the help of medicine, but most importantly, Harry's touch, Louis was able to fall asleep, finally getting some much needed rest.

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So far, this is my longest one-shot!  Please vote and leave me a comment!