Larry One-Shots and Sickfics

Migraine-Louis

Here you go, guys! I hope you like it!

Word count: 2,336

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It was still early when Louis woke, opening his eyes to see his room still dark. He wondered why he had woken up so early, when he noticed a headache pounding in his skull. It was painful, but not too horrible.

He reached across the bed for Harry, wanting to be held and comforted by his husband, but his fingertips only brushed against wrinkled sheets instead of the curly haired lad. Louis sighed, remembering that Harry had to go into the studio today, and wouldn't be back until the afternoon. Louis curled up in the blankets and closed his eyes, figuring that he'd just sleep for a bit longer and hope his headache was better when he awoke again.

Several hours later, Louis woke up, only to find that his head was now worse and the sunlight filtering in through the open blinds was doing nothing to help. He reached over to his bedside table to grab his phone to check the time, but the light was so bright, it caused a piercing pain to strike through his skull. He quickly put it back down and closed his eyes, trying to cope with the explosion of pain. He wanted to get up and get some medicine, but his head hurt too much to move. He figured it wouldn't be long before Harry got home, so he'd just have to wait it out. Turning over, he tried to fall back asleep.

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Harry opened up the doors to the studio, breathing in the fresh air and relishing the feeling of the warm sunlight beaming down on him. He'd been stuck in the studio for hours and was anxious to get home to Louis and enjoy what was left of the day.

Harry strode over to his Rover, hopping inside and starting the engine, quickly pulling out onto the road and making his way home to his love.

Unlocking the front door, he stepped inside to find the house unusually quiet. The lights were off, and if it weren't for the fact that Louis's car was parked in the garage, he'd have thought that his husband wasn't home.

Harry shut the door behind him and deposited his keys on the table by the door. He slipped off his boots and placed them neatly beside Louis's messy heap of sneakers before jogging up the stairs, his brows furrowed, wondering where his little man was.

He found the door to their master bedroom closed. He threw the door open and a smile spread over his face.

"Geez, Lou! I have to go to work early, so you decide to just laze around in bed all day! Come on, lazy bum! Get up. I want to do something, not just lay around. I've been cooped up indoors, so I say we go out to eat or summat? What do you say?" Harry said energetically, making his way over to the bed and throwing himself down on the mattress.

Louis mumbled something, but Harry didn't catch what it was.

"What was that, love?" Harry asked, but received no answer. "Come on, babe. Rise and shine!"

Harry propped himself up on his elbow to get a better view of Louis. He was about to shake him to get him to get up, when he finally noticed the pained look taking over Louis's face.

"Baby? What's wrong?" he asked tenderly, reaching out to tentatively stroke Louis's cheek.

The only response was Louis scrunching his eyes up even more, making Harry incredibly concerned as to what was wrong.

"Hey, are you okay, love? Are you sick?"

Louis mumbled something again, and this time, Harry thought he heard the word "loud." He was confused at first, but then realized that Louis must have a headache.