Larry One-Shots and Sickfics

Sick and Alone-Harry

This was a request for Mrs__Tomlinson1991.  I hope you like it!

Word Count: 3,093

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"And cut!" the director yelled from behind the monitor, hopping down from his perch on his director's chair. "That's a wrap, guys!" he shouted excitedly, coming around and congratulating the cast and crew on a job well done, finally being done with filming Dunkirk.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he dusted off his military uniform, shouldering his bag as he made his way to his trailer to change. He didn't get far when he was stopped by several friends he'd made while filming these past few months.

"Hey, Harry! Wanna go out and get some dinner? Maybe hit a few pubs?" one of them suggested, but Harry simply shook his head politely and smiled.

"No, thanks, guys. I'm actually pretty tired. I'm going to just head back to my hotel, if that's alright," Harry answered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Aw, Harry! Fine, suit yourself. Maybe some other time, yeah?"

"Sure. Of course!" Harry said, forcing a little more enthusiasm into his words than what he really felt. It wasn't that he didn't like his friends or wanted to avoid them, it was that he'd been feeling tired all day and he had absolutely no appetite. He'd honestly rather have a quiet night in than go clubbing.

Harry reached his trailer and went inside, quickly changing into some skinnies and a floral button up before pulling on his signature boots. He gathered up the rest of his possessions and threw it all into his duffel bag before hailing a taxi to his hotel.

He fumbled with his keycard and eventually got his door open, tossing his bag to the floor of the room, not really caring where it landed. He wasted no time in stripping out of his clothes and putting on a hoodie and sweats. He fell heavily onto the bed and curled into the sheets, wishing that Louis was there to cuddle with.

Just then, his phone pinged, signaling a new text. He uncurled himself and reached for the phone on his nightstand, smiling when he saw it was from Louis.

Louis: Hey, Love. How did your last day of filming go?

Harry: Fine. I'm absolutely exhausted.

Louis: You okay? Taking care of yourself? Eating properly and all that?

Harry smiled at that. He could practically see the small frown forming on Louis's lips, that little crease between his eyebrows that Harry liked to smooth out with his thumb, always earning a smile from him in return.

Harry: Haven't been hungry.

Louis: I hope you're not coming down with anything. I can come over there.

Harry: Lou, I'm fine. You're halfway around the world and I'll be flying over there soon, anyway.

Harry waited for Louis's response, knowing that Louis's pause was because he was letting out a frustrated sigh, fighting with himself. He wanted to help, but Harry was telling him not to.

Louis: Okay, Love. Get some sleep. It's late where you are.

Harry: K. Love you. 'Night.

Louis: 'Night. Love you forever...

Harry: ...and always

Harry grinned as he finished out their little phrase and got settled under the covers again. He grabbed the pillow beside him and cuddled it to his chest, pretending it was Louis.