One Direction: Sick-Fics

(Lirry?) Harry, Fever

"Please could you do one where Harry is rooming with Liam and he has a fever but nobody knows that he doesn't feel good. Then he starts hallucinating and acting like a little kid. All cuddly and clingy. Liam thinks he is just tired so he gives him cuddles and kisses but he feels the fever and calls the other boys for help."

REQUESTED BY: -   toNandosandbeyond  

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Coming off stage Harry just didn't feel right. The concert had gone well - the crowd as energetic and loud as they usually were - but, his body felt tired and slow and he was sure that it had to be at least 100 degrees, because he felt like he was melting.

Heading backstage to grab a bottle of water and check in with the others, Liam noticed that Harry was nowhere to be seen. "Hey, Paul, have you seen where Harry went?" He asked.

"Yeah, he said that he was going to head back to the hotel, said something about being tired." Paul answered.

Liam nodded, "Thanks." He said sipping at his water. They were all tired and Harry had seemed a little spaced on stage so he didn't really think anything of him taking off before the rest of them.

The car ride back to the hotel was quiet, Niall was dozing against the window, Louis was playing on twitter and all Liam could do was think longingly of crawling into his own bed and sleeping until morning.

"Night, Lou, Ni." Liam said reflexively as he entered his and Harry's shared room. Seeing Harry already asleep snuggled into the covers he went to the shower before getting into bed himself.

Harry had no clue how long he had been asleep when he woke up. All he knew was that it was too hot, the Boogey man was hiding under his bed and he was 99% sure that the flowers on his bedside table were trying to tell him something. Whimpering he cautiously got out of his own bed and made his way across to Liam's.

"Mmm, Harry." Liam mumbled, waking up slightly as he felt the bed dip as Harry snuggled up to his back.

"Li, it's real, it's gonna get me." Harry whined, wanting Liam to protect him from the perceived danger.

"What? What exactly is going to get you?" Liam asked, sighing as he realised Harry must've had a bad dream, "It was just a dream, we're safe."

"No, Liam." Harry whined again drawing out his name. "It's real, it wants to eat me." He said as he started to cry. "I don't want to be eaten." He sobbed getting closer to the older man that he had entrusted with his protection.

Liam sighed again, sitting upright and pulling Harry onto his lap, "Babe, calm down, please." He said wrapping his arms around him and kissing the top of his head.

Harry hiccupped as his crying started to die down, "The flowers though, they told me."

"Told you what?" Liam frowned, he knew that Harry had a vivid imagination that sometimes ran rampant and it wasn't at all as uncommon as it seemed: A twenty two year old Harry crawling into bed with him and rambling about whatever nonsense his brain had cooked up while he slept. But, something about this instance seemed different and Liam couldn't seem to manage to pinpoint just what was off about it.

"Boogey man." Harry said, snuggling his face into Liam's chest in an attempt to hide. "He's under my bed, he's hungry, they told me."

"The flowers?" Liam laughed, "Harry, babe, they can't talk, and the Boogey man isn't real. You know that." He said rubbing at Harry's back, frowning again as he noticed the heat radiating off the man. If Harry was sick then his little foray into the land of the make believe was starting to make a lot more sense.