Chapter 4: Something Isn't Right

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                                               Louis's P.O.V
I heard a loud thud, and somehow I woke up immidiatly. I look beside me and saw an empty bed. Where was Harry?
I grumbled as I rubbed my eyes, throwing my feet just over the bed, and soon I was walking out of the bedroom. I could see Harry in the kitchen, stumbling around, and looking for some kind of medicine. I wasn't sure what it was, but it concerned me.
                            "Harry?" I call as I walk into the kitchen. He looks up at me with red eyes, and puffy cheeks. It looks as if he has been crying. I was really worried now. "Haz... babe... you okay?"
He shook his head now, and stumbled over to me, shoving his face directly in my chest. "Haz...babe." I soothe. "What is it?
He doesn't say anything, he just allows tears to fall from his cheeks and towards the floor.
                                  "I-I feel very ill." He sobs. "I have a killer headache, I'm seeing black spots when I look around, and I threw up a few minutes ago."
I sigh sympathetically and rub his back in circles. I'm not entirely sure of how I can help him, but I would definitely try my best.
                                   "C'mon Hazzy." I soothe softly, holding him in my loving arms. "Let's get you over to the couch. He nods slowly,  and as soon as I'm about to walk him to the couch, he loses his balance, falling to the floor.
                                    "HAZZZ!" I run over to him and lift him in my arms, my heart pounding so hard, and I'm very terrified at this point.
As soon as I set him on the couch I see his eyes roll back in his head. This isn't normal.
                                     "Haz... Harry...stay with me alright?!"
I look at Harry who is now coming to, I don't know exactly what happened but I'm pretty sure he needs to see a doctor.
                                       "L-Lou?" He questions. His eyes look a bit hazy, like he isn't all the way here.
                                        "Yes Harry, it's me." I pick him up in my arms now, and hold him close, so that he knows that he is safe. I need him to know that he is safe, and that everything will be okay.
                                      "Lou... please... don't let me go."
I want to cry at his words, they are so loving and sincere.
                                      "I won't Haz, I'll be right here."
Something isn't right here, he is having multiple symptoms all at once, and to be honest it's all quite confusing. A few moments later I heard soft snoozing sounds coming from harry, he is sleeping. I smile softly and close my eyes. I feel a bit secure now , knowing that he is peacefully resting. I know worrying won't solve much, only making yourself stressed, so I relax and soon fall asleep myself.
                              

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