Larry One-Shots and Sickfics

Harry - Kidnapping (flu)

Ok so I know I haven't posted anything in the longest time but with the hiatus and everything I kind of lost interest in writing. But recently I've been watching a lot of crime tv and I was kind of inspired I guess lol. So this is different and a bit darker than usual. It's still me though and my writing style and everything so if you like that then please read this! Vote if you like it and let me know in the comments so I can post the second part which is much more exciting than this one lol. Anyway enjoy! :)

Harry's POV:

It's dark. I'm pretty sure it's nighttime. I vaguely remember falling asleep or passing out or something, I just know I felt super out of it.

Earlier this week, Louis was called into some meeting to do with his record label. He's spending a lot of time working with a girl band. Since the break began, it's been his main focus. Suffice to say, he's been really busy lately and he hasn't been home all that often. I've been working a lot too, trying out acting and other things to keep myself busy during this hiatus. I haven't really been able to do anything productive this week though.

It started off as a stuffy nose then congestion, then a headache, then a really bad headache, and then just pure misery. I didn't tell Louis how I was feeling though. He was busy, he didn't need me to slow him down, so when a call came for Louis and he had to go to LA for a few days, I didn't protest. "Go, Lou" I said. "Don't worry, Lou, I'll be fine," I said. In no way, shape or form was I fine. But I could manage, or so I thought.

I wake up to the sound of rain hitting the window. I vaguely register my bed and the side table next to it, I reach for the lamp, groaning as the blinding light comes on.

I rub my eyes trying to make them adjust. My head is pounding right in between my eyes. It's okay, Harry, it's just a headache, I tell myself. My throat feels dry, I swallow hard, and it feels like sandpaper.

I stumble out of the bedroom, towards the kitchen, I seriously need a glass of water. As I walk past the living room, I notice used tissues scattered all around the couch. That's where I've been for the past day and half since Louis' been gone. I felt too sick to move to the bed so I just stayed on the couch, wallowing in my misery. I must've moved to the bed a few hours ago I guess, It's more comfortable there anyway.

Arriving at the kitchen, I grab a glass of water and look in the medicine cabinet for aspirin. This headache is turning into a migraine and I want it to go away before it gets that bad.

I search for a few minutes, emptying and looking through every cabinet in the house just in case. Nothing. We must be out. Groaning in frustration, I reach for my keys, wallet and coat. I need to go buy some more. I decide to walk since the walk-in pharmacy is only a few kilometers away. It's better for the environment and everything.

It's pouring rain and my headache is making it hard to focus on where I'm going. Maybe it was a bad idea to decide to walk. What was I thinking? I squint at every streetlight I pass. This is not helping. I feel miserable, my head hurts, I can barely breathe and I'm starting to feel a little dizzy. I might have a fever, all the more reason to get the aspirin.

I continue to trudge along, down the sidewalk, until finally I see the bright Pharmacy sign a few feet away from me. It's too bright, everything's too bright.  I feel myself begin to sway and lean against the wall for support. The sound of the rain is getting louder and louder, and it's becoming harder to focus.

Where am I again? Suddenly a loud thump catches my attention. I look up, facing the alleyway outside of the pharmacy. There's a figure, he's... there's a girl too, I think. He's grabbing her. She's pinned against the dumpster, that must be where the noise came from. I have to help her. "Hey!" I croak, trying to walk forward, bumping into the dumpster in front of me. I hadn't even noticed it until now.