Our Possession

26

"I'm not sick," Edward sighed out as Louis tucked him in.

"You are sick, so now I have to take care of you," Louis said with a smile, sitting down next to Edward and grabbing his bag of cherry candy. "Thanks for bringing these by the way-" he paused only to put more candy into his mouth. "-the only candy Marcel has is altoids," Louis mumbled past a mouthful of candy, wiping his hands on the white sheets.

"You're welcome. Can I get out of this? It's all very unnecessary," Edward asked, sitting up and taking the ice pack off of his head.

"No! You're sick! I'm a nurse so keep being sick!" Louis groaned, shoving Edward back to lay down and putting the ice pack onto his head.

"Louis, I'm really not sick," Edward huffed, but laid back anyway. "Now this is all very cute but-" Edward interrupted himself with a sneeze, catching Louis attention and making him smirk.

"Well what was that?" Louis asked, crossing his arms, he was enjoying proving Edward wrong.

"Nothing, people sneeze all the time, I sneeze all the time, doesn't mean they're bedridden."

"Mhm, sure they do. You know how I first started getting sick? I was sneezing just like that," Louis pointed out. Edward rolled his eyes at that, ignoring Louis' smile when he sneezed again.

"You're definitely sick. I can tell, I'm talented."

Louis' attention was taken by the door opened, revealing a runny-nosed Marcel still in his pajamas, coughing into his arm.

"Sit with us, Marcel. We're healing," Louis grinned, patting Edward's bed with excitement.

Marcel nodded and made his way over to the bed, getting under the covers when Louis pulled them back for him. "I-I think I'm sick, Edward. Can you get someone to replace me?"

Harry poked his head into the room, mumbling in a congested voice, "me too."

After groaning in frustration, Edward held his hand out for Louis to hand over his phone (Louis stole it from Edward when he kept trying to call Zayn and ask if he needed him to come in). Louis pulled the iPhone out from under the elastic of his shorts and set it down onto Edward's open hand.

"I wonder who got everyone sick." Edward looked pointedly at Louis, amusement clear on his face as he dialed a number and held it up to his ear.

Louis rolled his eyes and tucked Marcel in. "I didn't get you sick, right Marcel?"

"Um-... No way, Sweetheart. I-It was... um Edward, definitely."

Harry fell onto the bed next to Marcel, kicking his shoes off. "I don't even know how I got sick, I wasn't home."

Edward chuckled and looked at Louis. "I wonder what could have caused that."

"I hate you, stop talking."

Edward opening his mouth to reply but instead starting talking into the phone in a deep tone.

Harry furrowed his brows at the vague statements, choosing not to ask about the secret Louis was obviously trying to keep him.

"So how are you guys feeling then," Louis asked Harry and Marcel, putting a hand on each boy's forehead.

"Sick."

"Don't be a smart ass, Harry. I'm trying to not be mad at you and save your life."

"Save my life?"

"You're clearly sick."

"I'm not dying though, Pet."

"A-Are we dying, Louis?"

"We're not fucking dying-"