Sickness, Tour, & L.A. (Larry Stylinson)

Finally Home

[Harry's Point Of View]

I got off the plane and I was exhausted. I just wanted to get to the hotel I'm staying in with the boys and cuddle with Louis.

There's been so much stress in our lives lately and I think it's starting to affect us.

Niall hasn't been as talkative which as you probably know is a very scary thing.

Zayn has been awake more which counts as a good thing but he's usually asleep. Liam says he'll shave his beard but then he never gets around to it. Louis...well I'm not sure what's happening with him.

When I confront him about it he just changes the subject or goes on his phone. He's been losing a lot of weight and I don't think it's from football.

I haven't seen him work out since the game; and it doesn't look like muscle it looks like bone.

I'm just anxious to get into the hotel.

I entered once I got past the millions of fans surrounding me. I walked up to the hotel area we all shared.

They kept the doors unlocked since they knew I was going to be arriving and that I didn't have a key/card.

[Louis' Point Of View]

I wasn't throwing up anymore and I managed to brush my teeth without throwing up either. Granted I don't have a gag reflex and neither does Harry.

I heard a deep voice but my ears were clogged up due to me blowing my nose every five seconds. (Haha! Yes I said five seconds...)

"Hey Lou! I'm here." He shut the door behind himself and walked over to me. I just looked at him with a vacant expression. I mean I felt no emotions at that moment.

"Oh Louis, are you alright?" He quickly sat next to me and pulled me onto his lap. It's strange. I'm twenty-two- insert shudder here -and he's twenty. But yet he's four inches taller than me and I feel like a dwarf in a giants lap.

"No." He buried my face in his chest. I was in pain from blowing my nose. My nose starting getting crusted and red. God it hurt!

Harry stroked my hair slowly and kissed my forehead a few times; Zayn gave me one of Harry's headbands since I was throwing up so frequently and I had longer hair.

"I'm sorry." He rubbed my back in a soothing rhythm.

We somehow ended up getting into his bedroom and laying on his bed. We fell asleep rather quickly. Although he didn't sleep well on the plane- at least that's what I assume -and I've been too sick to sleep.

My braces were killing me when I laid down, when I wake up my mouth is naturally dry so it sticks to my gums. If I flipped my lips inside out you could see the indention of the brackets.

Harry's arms got stronger since we last cuddled. We were under the covers, my back was to his chest and our legs were intertwined. I don't know what he was dreaming but all I could dream of what him...well him and tour that is.

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