Change of Plans

Chapter 4-a

I decided to split this chapter into two parts cause I know people wanted an update, but I haven't quite finished this chapter yet...and I'm super sorry it's taking so long 

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(Harry's POV) 

Mid afternoon sun greeted me as I sleepily opened my eyes. But when I tried to sit up, something held me back. I looked down. Louis.

I couldn't help it. I wide smile spread across my face. Even though I still felt like crap and the close human contact was probably not good for my fever, Louis seemed to care a whole hell of a lot to fall asleep by my side. He'd been taking such good care of me. I'd definitely have to find a way to make it up.

I settled back and looked at Louis. He looked so peaceful. It made me confused, I couldn't exactly place what our relationship was. I didn't know if we were friends, I had to remind myself that it had only been about a month ago that we didn't even speak to eachother. So maybe not friends but acquaintances. Yes that's what it was. It made me a bit sad, but I was satisfied with the title.

Louis began to stir. He opened his eyes and stared up at me.

He then realized how tightly he'd been hugging me and let go. "Sorry," he said awkwardly. "How are you feeling?"

"A lot better thanks to you. Louis you don't need to do this. You're probably gonna get sick now too. I'm contagious you shouldn't be anywhere near me."

"I don't care! Besides, if I get sick then you can take care of me." He smiled cheekily and returned his arms to my middle.

I laughed. "Yes I suppose. But really Lou, I'm 19 years old, I can take care of myself. I don't want to burden you. You could've gone to record today. But instead you stayed here...with me. Why?"

He stared a me for a moment, as if contemplating how he was to answer.

"Oh I don't know Haz. I felt bad for you. And I don't know why, but I feel like it's my fault this happened to you."

'It is your fault, you little fucker. Why do you have to be so goddamn perfect,' I thought. 'You're the reason I'm not straight.'

But instead I lied. "It's not your fault Lou. It was mine. I was being irresponsible. In fact I deserve this. It's no big deal. I'll be over this flu in a day."

"I hope so."

Again I tried as best I could to get up, but Louis still held me back.

"Stay here."

"But Lou," I protested. I was beginning to get antsy.

"The boys won't be back from recording for a long while, so you are gonna stay here. With me."

His grip got tighter. He buried his face into my shirt.

"Louis, you're gonna catch my flu, and I don't want that."

"Harry. I already told you I don't care."

Just then we heard people downstairs.

"Ugh, probably the boys," Louis said finally letting me go and getting up.

The uneasy feeling didn't go away. Why did Louis always do that to me. Didn't he know how I felt about him?

I got up as well and followed Louis down the stairs.

"Harry! We were so worried!" Niall cried as he rushed over to me and latched onto my shirt and not letting go.

"Niall, sick." I tried to speak, but it came out all muffled. "Niall I'm gonna get you sick."

"Oi, sorry." he backed away, brushing my germs.

"We heard you had a bit of a long night, yeah?" Liam said.

"Yeah, I guess..." I responded awkwardly.

"Sorry 'bout that," Liam offered. "Hope you're feeling better, mate."

"I am. And it's all thanks to Louis."

They turned to him and he blushed brightly. I thought Louis was extremely adorable when he blushed but he didn't seem to think so.

"It was nothing, just forget it okay..." He rubbed his face violently then changed the subject. "So how was recording today boys?"

"S'okay. I really think everyone's gonna like the new songs," Niall beamed.

"Yeah! Can't wait for me and Louis' turn tomorrow," I smiled.

"Mate are you sure you're gonna be well enough? Louis said you were pretty sick," Zayn asked.

"Um...I think I'll be fine."

"Oh, Harry we should probably go take your temperature again, yeah?" Louis got up and gestured for me to follow.

"I can do it myself Lou, you can go back and talk to the boys if you want," I told Louis once we were out of the living room.

"Harry I wanted to talk to you alone, without the boys for a second."

"Yeah what is it?" I gulped. What if he was mad.

"Um..." He spoke slowly, careful of the words that came out, "could you not mention to them about what happened last night and this morning?"

I couldn't believe it. "W-why? A-re you embarrassed of me?"

He hesitated. "N-no, of course not Harry, we can talk more later, the boys are probably waiting."