Larry One-Shots and Sickfics

Sick at an Award Show-Louis

I know it's been forever, guys...sorry!  I'm still spending a lot of time trying to finish up Bound.  Anyway, here you go!!

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The boys were sitting around in Liam and Niall's hotel room, halfway watching TV as they talked and laughed loudly with one another. They were in town for an award show. They had done the rehearsals the day before, and the show was to take place in a few hours.

"We are soo gonna win those awards tonight. I'm so pumped!" Niall exclaimed happily.

"Yeah, it'll be fun. I'm looking forward to performing tonight. We haven't done that song before," said Liam.

"It's always nice doing the new songs," concurred Harry.

Louis shrugged. "I'm not really looking forward to any of it, really. Actually, I'm not feeling that great," he said with a sigh. As the day had progressed, he had begun to feel sluggish and achy.

"No. Nope," said Harry, shaking his head. "You've been complaining about this award show for weeks now. I know what you're trying to pull, and it's not gonna work."

"But, I'm being serious. I—" Louis started.

"Louis, it's no secret. You're mad that we've had to do two concerts in a row, and then the award show, followed by another concert tomorrow. We all know that you think we should have the night off, but you need to face reality," Liam reprimanded. "We have to go to the show tonight and saying that you don't feel well won't get you out of it."

"Look, I know it looks bad since I've been complaining for a while, but I mean it. I'm tired and I feel like crap," Louis explained.

"That's enough, Lou," said Harry, giving him a stern look that meant that he should keep his mouth shut.

Louis ignored Harry and turned to Niall, his eyes pleading for him to believe him and take his side.

Niall put up his hands in defense and shook his head. "Don't look at me like that, Louis. You can't expect me to believe you when you've been complaining about the award show for practically the past month."

Louis sighed. "Whatever. I'm going back to our room," he said, more so to Harry than to anyone else. He received no response as the boys began talking amongst themselves and completely ignoring him as he slowly got up and made his way out the door.

Once he made it back to his room, he crawled into bed and fell asleep, hoping a nap would do him some good.

*

Louis awoke to a pillow being thrown at his face.

"Louis, get up and get ready. We leave in an hour," said Harry, toweling his hair dry, not bothering to look at Louis.

Louis groaned.

"Stop it and get up," Harry said, annoyed.

Louis huffed and slowly sat up, his head spinning as he did so. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, his head pounding.

"Haz, I mean it. I really don't—"

"Save it. Go shower," said Harry, going to the closet to grab his suit.

Louis pulled back the covers and slowly got to his feet. He grabbed his clothes and shuffled his way to the bathroom. He took his time showering, his stomach swirling painfully, making him stop every few minutes to rub it, trying to find relief.

Once finished, he toweled off and dressed, his stomach cramping. He rushed to the toilet and bent over it as his stomach began flipping. He coughed, and his stomach lurched, but even after several minutes, he was only able to dry heave. He almost wished he could've thrown up so that it could help relieve some pain in his stomach, but it didn't happen. After a while, the nausea passed, but his throat now felt scratchy and painful. Louis wiped the spittle from his mouth onto his sleeve as he heard banging on the door.