Louis Tomlinson Imagines

Sick Louis

Your Point of View
I was just finishing my shift at the cafe when the boss told me to lock up. I was supposed to be gone an hour ago. Poor Louis. I told him I'd be there early. Our boss wouldn't even let me text him. She's such a jerk. I think it's because she has a crush on my Lou. I don't know why she just doesn't fire me. I locked the doors and texted Louis. I had many texts from him.

LouBear: Did your shift end up going longer?
LouBear: Okay, Pumpkin you're starting to scare me.
LouBear: Where are you??
LouBear: Well I put dinner in the fridge. See you when you get home.
Me: I'm so sorry! She put my shift longer again and wouldn't let me contact you. Lou, I'm so sorry. I feel terrible!

I drove home and opened the door. I half expected him to be on the couch watching footie, but when I opened the door, Louis was nowhere to be found. I searched the kitchen and the living room but he wasn't there. I put my things down and went to our room. Still no Louis. I changed into one of his shirts and saw that the bathroom door was closed. I put my ear to the door and heard puking noise. My poor baby is sick. I opened the door and he was puking his guts out. "Oh Louis.." I rubbed his back. Once he was done, he started whimpering. Then, he started crying. "My tummy hurts!" he yelled. When Louis is sick, he gets very clingy and acts very childish. I don't blame him because he doesn't feel well. I find it cute. "I know Lou, I know. Come on, let's go to bed and get you some meds." He made grabby hands at me and I picked him up. Gosh was Louis heavy. I carried him to our bed and went to go get some meds. "No, Pumpkin! I want cuddles!" He whined. "LouBear.. I need to get you some medicine. It'll make your tummy feel loads better. Okay?" I said. He nodded and yawned, rubbing his eyes with his fists. I cooed and gushed on how adorable he looked. I hurried to the cabinet and got out cold and flu medicine. I grabbed a bottle of water and ran upstairs, almost falling in the process. I went in and he was sleeping in a ball, curled up in blankets. I shook him gently and said, "Lou, you need your meds to feel better. I'll give you cuddles if you take them!" He rubbed his eyes again and nodded. He took his medicine and pulled me into him. I giggled. He put his head in the crook of my neck and pulled me closer. He kissed my neck and then suddenly started whimpering. Oh no... he's gonna be sick! I pulled him out of bed and put him over the toilet. He immediately, puked up whatever else was in his stomach. "You done, lovely?" I asked. He nodded and got up. I helped him to our room and cuddled him. I started rubbing his stomach to try to make it feel better. Suddenly, I heard snores. I smiled and fell asleep.
Next Day
I woke up to Louis cuddling up to me. He looked pale. He must've caught a cold from one of his mates. His eyes were clenched shut and and he was sweating. My poor baby. I slowly got up, careful not to wake him, and went to the kitchen. I put the tea kettle on boil and started to make him his favorite tea. Tea always helps. After it was done, I poured milk, sugar, and honey in it, as well as the tea bag. I grabbed some of his cold meds and  went into our room. I saw him cuddling my pillow. He was whimpering too. "Lou? You awake?" I whispered. He opened his eyes as tears traveled down his cheeks. I sat on the edge of the bed and handed him the cup. "Here's some meds. Maybe you'll feel a bit better if you take them." Before he took the meds, he put the cup on the nightstand and ran to the bathroom. I ran after him and there he was puking again. I rubbed his back as he dry heaved. He sat back and held his stomach. "I feel like utter crap." He sniffled. I picked him up and carried him slowly to the room. I gave him the meds and he drank the tea slowly. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Cuddles?" I nodded. "You look exhausted. I'm sorr-" I kissed him. "Don't be sorry Lou. You can't help sickness. I'm happy I'm here to help. I don't like seeing me LouBear in pain." He smiled. "Thank you for taking care of me. I know I can be a handful sometimes." I chuckled. "But you're my handful, Louis." Usually, I'm the little spoon, but this time I was the big spoon. Compared to me his a big teddy bear. Compared to Harry he's a plush kitten. I layed my head above his head and instinctively he buried his head into my neck. I smiled and drifted off to sleep. A few hours later, I woke up to an empty bed a stomach ache. I heard singing and the shower going. Thank God we have two bathrooms in this house. I scurried downstairs and emptied my guts into the toilet. I kissed Louis last night to shut him up. "Ugh, that was such a great idea." I mumbled, sarcastically. I washed my mouth out and took my temperature. It read 100.9. Not too high but it's higher than usual. I walked up the stairs and flopped on the bed. I looked at my phone calender. Louis and I slept in the whole day. Now it's 7:00pm. I hope he's feeling better. I think the meds helped him. The door opened and Louis stepped in all chipper. I groaned. He raised his right eyebrow.
Louis' Point of View
Y/N looked very pale. "You caught my sick, didn't you? MY turn to take care of you!" She nodded. "That's right. I kissed you to shut you up. Now that I think about it, it wasn't such a good idea." She lightly smiled. I pouted. "You know I'm joking Louis. After you get dressed can you call my work and get me some meds. I got sick this morning and my stomach isn't feeling much better." I nodded. "Of course, Pumpkin. Here's the bin if you have to get sick again. I'll be right back." I changed into some boxers and opened the door. "Nice bum, Lou."
Y/N said all cheeky. I smirked. "For being sick, you're still very cheeky." She smiled and then groaned, clenching her eyes. "I'll bring the meds!" I scurried downstairs and picked up the phone as well as looking for the meds. "Hello? This is Grants Cafe, how can we help you?" Someone said. "Yes, Y/N won't be in. This is her boyfriend, Louis. She caught my sick last night, taking care of me." I said. "Okay. I'll let the boss know. Wait a sec." I waited a minute and they got back on. "Sorry, the boss says she has to come in today." My open hand clenched. "May I talk to the boss please?" The other person sighed and another voice came on. "Fiona speaking." "Yes, hi. I'm Louis Tomlinson, Y/N's boyfriend. Why can't she stay home. She's very ill. She caught my sick when she took care of me. She keeps puking." I said. She scoffed. "She looked fine yesterday." My anger boiled. "If this is about me dating her and not you, you need to get over it. I know you have a crush on me and I know you put her shifts longer because you hate her. You won't even let her contact me for her to tell me that she has longer shifts. I'm always worried sick about her. You're a pathetic exuse for a human being. So I'm keeping her home. When she gets back, you are going to respect her. Give her shifts that don't tire her out. I'll find out if you don't. I have eyes everywhere. Got it?" I snapped. "Yes." She said quietly. I heard the defeat in her voice. I hung up and brought the meds to her. Y/N was curled up in a ball, sniffling. "Oh, baby. Your tummy really hurts?" She nodded. I gave her the meds and a glass of water. I layed down next to her and said, "Your boss won't bother you anymore. I gave her a talk. At first she was going to make you go to work. I wasn't having it." She chuckled. "I love you Louis." I kissed her forehead and rubbed her stomach. She drifted off to sleep and I smiled. I fell asleep with her and knew that anytime I was sick, she'd be there for me and vise versa. I'll always be here for her.

There ya go! A sick fic kinda imagine. I've been trying to update as fast as I can. Comment and vote pretty please!~Abby