I owe everyone, especially the lovely S28667 who requested this, a HUGE apology for not having this up when I said I would!
I ended up busting my iPad and then when I got it fixed it was finals week so I was a bit preoccupied.
But now the semester is over and I'll have a lot more free time to start updating regularly!
Thank you for your patience and I'm terribly sorry for taking such a ridiculously long time to post. Because I made you wait forever, I decided to made this especially long so I hope that makes up for it!
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Louis rubs his eyes and lets out a low groan as the blarring of his alarm yanks him unceremoniously into consciousness. It's going off much too early, as it was Louis' rule of thumb that the sun should have to rise before he does. Feeling thoroughly annoyed, he snatches his phone up off of the bedside table to shut it up. Once the room is returned to blissful silence, he rolls over onto his side and reaches for Harry. When his hands grab nothing but empty sheets, he realizes that Harry must already be up. That's usually how it goes on mornings like this. Harry will get up ridiculously early in order to have plenty of time to shower and tame his curls and pile the perfect combination of rings on his fingers, while Louis prefers to sleep in until the very last possible second, roll out of bed, and go.
Louis clearly isn't a morning person the way that Harry is. Harry jumps out of bed every morning singing while Louis crawls out cursing his existence. But he has a job to do, and part of that job is early mornings in the studio, so he takes a deep breath and throws back the covers.
Shivering as the cold air hits his bare skin, Louis pulls on a pair of sweats with his eyes half closed. He stumbles into the bathroom to brush his teeth and it's only when he's making his way down the stairs to join Harry in the kitchen that he notices the slightly unpleasant feeling in his stomach.
Harry glances up from his breakfast as Louis appears in the doorway. He looks half awake with his disheveled hair sticking straight up in the back and his hand up his shirt, absent mindedly rubbing his stomach. The full effect is rather endearing and Harry can't help but smile fondly at his boyfriend.
"Good morning love," Harry says. He stands up to give Louis a kiss and tastes the minty toothpaste that lingers on his lips.
"Morning," Louis mumbles, still rubbing his slightly upset stomach.
"Are you hungry?" Harry asks, misinterpreting the gesture. "I can make you something if you'd like, we have a little time."
Louis' eyes flick over to Harry's half eaten plate of eggs on the table and just the sight of them leaves him gagging. "Fuck," he hisses, clutching his stomach.
"Lou? What's wrong? Are you alright?" Harry asks, looking panicked at his boyfriend's sudden outcry.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," Louis says, batting away Harry's concerned hand. "I'm just not feeling that well."
Harry frowns. "What's wrong with you?" he asks with his arms crossed over his chest, studying Louis' face carefully.
Louis shrugs and takes a seat at the table, puting his head in his hands. "It's just my stomach... hurts," he mumbles.
Harry's frown deepens, eyebrows knitting together as he quickly snatches his plate off of the table and puts it in the sink, fearing that the smell will make Louis ill. Then he crouches down next to the smaller boy and lays a gentle hand on his back. "Hey," he murmurs softly, trying to coax Louis to look up at him by gently rubbing his back
Louis finally takes his face out of his hands and looks up at Harry tiredly. Now that he's getting a proper look at him, Harry decides that Louis looks at least two shades too pale for his liking. Sighing to himself, Harry reaches out and presses his palm to Louis' forehead.
