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Weekend are pretty busy in this mixed family. Louis had soccer practice for about 4 hours, although he wouldn't be attending today because of his injury. Although he wanted to be there, Liam would never allow it. Niall would spend his day out doing what? Harry and Liam had no clue, they assumed he was in good company. Liam was normally on call at the hospital, more time than not he was usually called in. Harry didn't work saturdays because the practice he was apart of didn't open. Although he occasionally did go in to do evaluations at the hospital because he had privileges there. So Harry normally spent the day cleaning and grocery shopping for what they would need during the week.
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Liam opens Louis's door quietly as to not startle him. Louis was face down in bed the blanket was to his hips. His entire back was exposed, much to Liam's dismay. It's been cold and he didn't want him getting sick.
He sat on the bed and started rubbing Louis's back. Louis started to stir, "M'orning Louis." Liam said softly.
Louis groaned and shifted a bit, burying his face in his pillow. He did not want to wake up. Even though all he'd been doing is resting, he wouldn't sleep more than 3 hours in a row.
"Come on Lou, get up." Liam continued to rub Louis's bare back.
Louis started to mumble incomprehensible words into his pillow. After he finished ranting into his pillow he turned to his head to look at Liam.
"Can't I sleep for a little bit more it's the weekend?" Louis whined, shoving his head back in the pillow.
"No you'll mess up your sleep schedule if I let you sleep till you decide to get up. Come on now, get up. Harry's already started breakfast." Liam had climbed on to the bed and was jumping up and down trying to get Louis up.
Louis was doing his best to ignore him and fall back asleep. But the continuos motion made him dizzy. Slowly he began to sit up "I'm up! Please stop jumping you're making me nauseous!" Louis exclaimed, holding his head in his hands to make the world stop spinning.
Liam stilled quickly. He became extremely worried since Louis was still recovering from his concussion. Liam grasped Louis face and started to check his pupils and pulse and started asking.
"Does your head hurt? Are you feeling nauseous? Maybe we should get an MRI?" Liam shoot out quickly. He was worried he'd missed something. But he was just worrying excessively, Louis had spent the day before resting and he was fine.
"M'fine. Just motion sickness. Or have you forgotten this major detail about me? Are you sure you don't have like a sympathetic concussion? You should get that checked out?" Louis teased, the dizzy feeling going away.
"Ha-ha-ha, please make it stop you're so funny." Liam said in a sarcastic monotoned voice.
They shared a look, before busting up laughing. Louis and Liam eyes crinkled at the side from how big they're smiles we're.
Liam stood up and Louis stood up and put a shirt on, "I'll meet you downstairs. I have to wake up Niall." Liam was pushing Louis out the door and gave him smack to the butt to speed him up. Louis glared at him before going downstairs.
Liam heads to Niall's room. He's always a joy to wake on the morning.
Liam opens Niall's door and see's him curled in a ball in nothing but his boxers. His blanket on the floor, probably kicked off at some point in the night. Niall had a tendency to have very vivid dreams.
