Larry One-Shots and Sickfics

Sick on the Bus-Louis

I know it's been forever, but here's another one for you guys. 

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Liam woke up in the middle of the night, needing to use the bathroom. He quietly pulled back the curtain and climbed out of his bunk, swaying a little as he tried to find his balance on the moving bus. He made his way to the little bathroom and did his business, and then decided to get a drink before going back to bed.

He grabbed a bottled water from the fridge when he thought he heard a noise coming from the bunks. He stopped and listened, only to be greeted by silence. Shrugging, he unscrewed the cap and took a swig, once again hearing the noise. He put the bottle on the table and took a step closer to the bunkroom, when he heard it for a third time, but now he could distinctly tell that it was a moan.

Concerned, he crossed the kitchen with his bare feet, and heard it again as he reached the bunks. Unsure of where the noise had originated, he decided to check on each of the boys. He pulled back Harry's curtain, but he was deeply asleep. Next, he went to Niall's bunk. He pulled the curtain aside and saw the sleeping boy, quietly mumbling something about cheeseburgers.

Liam chuckled lightly to himself before turning to Louis's bunk. A groan emanated from behind the curtain just as he went to reach for it. He shoved it back and inhaled sharply at the sight before him. Louis lay there, scrunched up in a ball, tangled up in his blankets. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, a look of pain contorting his face. Liam reached out and put a hand on Louis's shoulder.

"Louis," Liam called softly.

Louis moaned in response, slowly opening his eyes and focusing on Liam's worried face hovering only inches away from his own.

"Louis, what's wrong?" Liam whispered, desperately wanting to help his poor friend.

"Don't feel good. Want—" Louis groaned, curling tighter into himself and closing his eyes tightly. "—want Harry," he eventually finished, the words barely a whisper and filled with pain.

"Okay. Hold on. I'll go get him," Liam said in a rush, hurrying to the younger lad's bunk.

Liam yanked back Harry's curtain and shook him roughly, calling his name. Harry was so deeply asleep that he simply rolled over onto his side facing the wall and continued sleeping.

Frustrated, Liam shook Harry a little rougher and called his name a little louder. This time, Harry turned to face Liam and slowly blinked his eyes open, letting them adjust to the low light.

"What, Liam?" Harry grumbled, his voice deep and gravelly from sleep.

"Louis is asking for you. He's sick," Liam said quickly, just as Louis let out another pained moan.

Harry, suddenly wide awake, shot up from the bed and rushed to Louis's bunk, shoving Liam aside in the process, although Liam didn't seem to mind.

"What's wrong, Lou?" Harry questioned, reaching out to stroke his boyfriend's cheek. "Oh, you're burning up, baby," Harry said, his face filled with worry. "What else bothers you? Your stomach?"

Louis nodded, close to tears from the pain.

"Are you nauseous?"

Louis shook his head.

"Alright, I'm going to get you some medicine, okay, boo? I'll be right back," Harry said, and Louis nodded.

A few minutes later, Harry returned with some painkillers.

"Here, babe. These will help with the pain and fever," he handed the pills to Louis, along with a bottle of water. Louis took it and downed the pills, then handed the bottle back to Harry.