Larry One-Shots and Sickfics

Harry - Cold Part III

*Skip to car ride*

Harry's POV:

I rest my head up against the car window. The cool glass feels amazing on my fevered skin. My eyes are closed but I can practically feel Louis' eyes on me. I feel him reach out and squeeze my arm. He keeps it there, occasionally squeezing. Having Louis with me is the best feeling in the world, just knowing he's there makes everything better. He knows that. That's probably why he won't move his hand back to the steering wheel.

I groan as I feel a headache start to form behind my eyes.

"Harry, we'll be at the studio in a few minutes. Just hang in there, alright?" he says reassuringly.

I nod weakly, not sure if I moved at all but I guess Louis saw it because he doesn't say anything else until the car stops.

I feel the car slowly come to a halt and hear Louis unbuckle his seat belt. I can't seem to find the energy to do the same or even open my eyes for that matter. Louis opens his door and walks around the car to mine, opening it. He unbuckles my seat belt and I feel him put an arm around my waist, helping me out of the car. We walk like that until we get to the studio entrance.

"Harry, I really hate that you had to come here. You can barely walk. I'm so sorry" he says once we enter the studio.

"It's okay Lou, it's not your fault" I say.

I see Liam walking towards us.

"You two are late" he says almost annoyed. "Woah, Harry, are you alright?" he says just now noticing the state I'm in. I try to respond but I can't seem to summon the energy to speak.

"He's not really feeling that well" Louis says for me. "That's kind of why we're late, Liam, so lay off".

"Sorry mate. Why'd you come in if Harry was ill?" Liam asks.

"Management said we had to. Those shits just won't give us break. Harry can barely walk, how can they expect him to be here, for hours, and record?" Louis says.

Liam looks at me sympathetically. "Harry, do you need anything?" he asks.

"Would love to sit down" I say, finally finding a bit of energy.

"Right yeah, sorry. What are we doing just standing here?" Liam says.

Liam walks to the other side of me and puts an arm around my waist for support. Both Liam and Louis help me walk to the couch outside of the recording booth.

I lie down and instantly feel better.

I feel the pain in my ear come back. Its gone from a dull ache that was barely noticeable to sharp pains that feel like I'm being stabbed. I can't do this, I shouldn't be here.

"Ughh" I groan.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Louis says walking over and sitting beside me on the couch.

"My ear is killing me" I groan again.

"Aww, love I know. Let me go get you some more Advil" he says getting up from the couch and walking away.

I lie there with my eyes closed and before I can stop it, I fall asleep.

Louis' POV:

I get up from the couch and walk over to my bag, grabbing the bottle of Advil I brought with me, just in case.

Liam walks up to me and looks at the Advil in my hand.

"For the pills" he says handing me a bottle of water.

"Thanks Mate" I say, taking the bottle from his hand.

"How is he?" Liam asks.

"Terrible. I'm sure he has a really high fever and his ear is really bothering him"