The Perfect Match.

Chapter 38

Harry wakes the next morning when Louis' alarm clock sounds. He turns over on his stomach and sighs into the pillow before realizing the sheets are drenched; he slowly sits up, feeling of his pillow and the sheets beneath him.

Louis yawns and looks over at Harry before his face changes.

"Harry, you alright?" He asks concerned.

"Why?" Harry asks weakly.

"You're... you're really pale, love," Louis sits up quickly, brushing Harry's damp curls away from his forehead. "Jesus, you're burning up."

"That explains the wet sheets," Harry mumbles out.

Louis scoots over and feels of the sheets before he's looking up at Harry, "I'll go get the thermometer."

"Lou, I'm fine," Harry sighs out while Louis hurries out of bed. Harry slowly moves to Louis' side of the bed and lays down against his pillow.

"You're not fine," Louis snaps at him, "Harry, you have a fever... you're obviously sick or something."

Harry groans into the pillow but doesn't move; his body doesn't want to move. He wants to do nothing but sleep.

"Go look in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and bring me the pain meds," Harry manages to say.

Louis is becoming more concerned by the second. He goes to the bathroom quickly and opens the cabinet, looking through Harry's bottles; he still has morphine pills and Vicodin. Louis takes the bottle of Vicodin back to the bed before he's saying, "I'll run downstairs and get a bottle of water and the thermometer."

Harry nods from the pillow, his eyes still closed.

Louis rushes downstairs to the kitchen, pulling a bottled water from the fridge before he's getting the thermometer from one of the cabinets. He quickly gets back to their room and sits down on the bed by Harry.

Harry opens his eyes before he's slowly sitting up again, pushing his hair back.

"They took you off the antibiotics over a month ago, didn't they?" Louis asks quietly.

Harry nods while he's opening the bottle of pain medicine and putting 2 in his hand.

"Jeff said my immune system was strong enough to fight off infections now," Harry mumbles.

"Here... place this under your tongue before you take those," Louis suggests and hands Harry the thermometer.

"What... don't wanna stick it up the other end? It's more accurate," Harry tries to joke in a weak tone.

Louis gives him a look before he's saying, "Emma has to use that thermometer as well, you know."

"I was only kidding," Harry tries to smile before he's placing the thermometer under his tongue and lying back against Louis' pillow.

"I'm calling in," Louis gets up and grabs his phone while Harry tries to protest with his mouth closed, "stop... don't try and talk with that in your mouth. We're calling Jeff and going in, Harry. I'm taking you. You need to be seen as soon as possible."

Harry tries to mumble out something again and Louis finally smiles, "quit... wait till it beeps for fucks sake."

Harry groans and folds his arms as he leans his head back against the headboard. He closes his eyes and waits.

Louis dials Niall's number to tell him the situation and why he isn't coming into work while he's heading down the hall to see if Emma's alarm has gone off yet; it hasn't, so he returns to his and Harry's room as the thermometer beeps.