Larry Sick fics + H/C

Pneumonia (Harry)

The guys had just done an interview for a magazine. The next two days they had some time off.

"Thank you for your time and for being here guys. Thanks for the interview. Bye." The interviewer said.

"Bye." Louis answered.

All of them were happy this interview was over. Finally. It was only a few minutes, but it seemed like ages. This interview was by far the strangest they had. It was awkward and cringy. The woman who did the interview also wasn't the nicest person. Or maybe she was, but she didn't act like it. And if this all wasn't terrible enough, Harry was sick. It started with a sore throat at the beginning of the week and it only got worse. Right now his head was pounding, his throat was burning and his nose was stuffed. Luckily it was the last interview for that day and the next day they didn't have anything on their schedule.

"I'm so glad the interview is over. What the hell was that?" Louis said.

"You're right. I wanted to die over there. That was so annoying." Liam answered.

"It really was, I almost lost it over there as well." Niall said.

"Nice joke you made there though, when she asked about mess on the tourbus." Harry said.

"That wasn't a joke, I meant that one. You really are messy sometimes love." Louis said.

"That's not very nice, boo. Haha." Harry replied.

"I know. Sorry. Love you anyway." Louis said with a smile.

"Guys, we are going to our room. We're tired." Liam and Niall said.

"Come on, let's go to our room too." Louis said to Harry.

"Great idea, I feel like crap." Harry replied.

"I noticed, during the interview. You're getting worse, aren't you?" Louis asked.

"I fear so, I also haven't been able to get some rest really, our schedule was so busy this week."

"I know, but you're going to get some rest now, you have the whole afternoon and evening and even tomorrow to take a good rest."

"I'm so happy about that. On the other hand, we finally have a day off and I'm sick. Great."

"I feel sorry for you Haz. Come on, let's go."

When they arrived at their hotelroom, Harry directly went to lay down on the bed and crawled under the covers. He was so happy to be in bed, his head and throat were hurting like crazy.

"Hey Haz, are you hungry?" Louis asked.

"No, not at all." Harry replied.

"Did you eat something today already actually? Can't remember seeing you have some breakfast this morning."

"No, I didn't eat this morning. My throat hurts way too much to eat. I just drank some juice." Harry responded.

"You have to eat something, love. How about some soup? Even if you're only able to eat a few spoons, then at least you'll have something in your stomach." Louis said.

"Okay. I'll try some soup. But I don't feel like going downstairs to the restaurant again. I just want to lay in bed."

"That's okay, I'll just call the reception and ask them to prepare something and I'll go downstairs to pick it up."

"Okay."

Louis took his phone and called to the reception. He ordered some chicken soup for Harry and a ceasar salad for himself. He could pick it up in 30 minutes.