Larry One-Shots and Sickfics

Concussion-Louis

This was a request by stckholmlilo

Prompt: "all the boys are playing dares and Louis' was hanging upside down - could faint and feel sick after hitting his head?"

It was actually really fun to write, so thanks for the idea! 

Be sure to read my note at the end!

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The boys were all gathered at Harry and Louis's flat, enjoying a nice evening together. They had just finished watching a movie and were about to polish off their third pizza as they all sat around on the floor amongst a pile of pillows and blankets strewn about. It was late, but the boys weren't ready to call it a night yet.

"I'm soo booooreeeed!" Niall whined, wiping his greasy pizza fingers on his jeans.

"Nialler!" Harry yelled, quickly tossing him a napkin. "Here, use this instead of dirtying your clothes. You know, grease stains are hard to get out of clothing," he said, giving Louis a look.

Louis rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Haz. You secretly like doing the laundry and learning all the secrets to take out stubborn stains. Don't pretend you don't like it," he smirked. "Besides," he added mischievously, "we can even do some laundry tonight, if you want," he said, lowering his voice seductively.

Harry's mouth gaped open in shock. "Lou! Stop!" he said, his cheeks turning bright red. He reached over and gave his shoulder a little shove, but Louis only laughed, liking to get his husband all worked up. Liam and Niall tried to ignore their bantering, finding their dirty plates rather interesting.

In an effort to change the subject, Liam cleared his throat to get Louis and Harry's attention before speaking. "Um, we could play a game of dares, if you guys want. We haven't done anything like that in a long time."

"Alright. I'm game," Louis said, rubbing his hands together in thought. His eyes brightened as a thought struck him. "I dare Niall to eat the last slice of pizza," he said, knowing that they were all stuffed and ready to burst at that point.

"You're on!" Niall said and he reached for the slice and downed it in six seconds flat.

"Wow, mate. I think that's a new record. That was quite impressive, even for you," Liam commented, handing Niall a bottled water to wash down the pizza, and Niall gladly accepted it and took a few swigs.

"Hey, my turn now," Niall said excitedly. "Okay, I dare Harry to race me to the park down the street," he said getting up to his feet.

"Really, Niall?" Harry sighed. "We just ate and you want to run, seriously? Besides, you know I'm the least athletic out of all of you lads, and I only own boots," he pouted.

Niall shrugged. "Why do you think I chose you? For anyone else, it wouldn't be much of a dare, now, would it?" he questioned.

"I guess not," Harry answered, and reluctantly stood as well.

All of the boys rose and made their way to the front yard.

"I'll go ahead so I can see who wins," Louis said, turning around and jogging off to the park.

"Alright, you two, on your mark, get set, GO!" Liam yelled, and the two boys took off down the street. Harry thought his long legs might give him an advantage over Niall's shorter stature, but he was wrong. As soon as Liam yelled to go, he was left in Niall's dust.

Liam chuckled. "Come on, Harry, put in some effort, will ya?"

Harry just glared at him and continued running as best he could, Liam casually trotting beside him to keep him company instead of running ahead with the others.