1D sickfics

Larry: Sick Louis

Larry where louis gets sick with a very high fever which makes him delusional and he thinks Harry's leaving him

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Louis' p.o.v.

I should've told somebody. I should have told Harry when we got up this morning, or Niall when we were in the car, or Zayn in the interview, or Liam at the photoshoot, or just somebody.

Ever since I woke up at 1 a.m. Last night, I've felt like shit. At first it was just a headache, but the day has taken its toll on me.

Now my head pounds at ever noise, the light burns my eyes, my throat hurts, my whole body aches, I'm freezing and sweating at the same time, and I'm shaking so bad I can barely stand up.

So now, here I am, standing alone in the bathroom, leaned over the sink, splashing water on my face.

I have roughly five minutes until we go on stage to perform a two and a half hour gig... And for the first time ever, I don't think I can handle it.

Knock knock.

"Lou, you've been in there for ages, are you alright?" the voice came through the door. I sighed.

"Lou it's Harry. Can I come in?" he called. Then I heard the door opening, although I didn't look up.

"Oh Louis," he said, then he put his arm around me.

"Harry I feel awful," I said, knowing I couldn't hide it at this point.

"I knew you'd seemed off all day. Damn Lou why didn't you tell me?" he sounded angry. I just shrugged.

"Sorry, Lou, I'm not mad, I just. Here, stand up love," he said, more gentle now.

"I can't," I whispered.

"What do you mean you - oh," he probably noticed how much my arms were shaking from holding me up.

He grabbed me around the waist and eased me to the floor. "in going to go see if they'll let you skip the gig," he said, and then he was gone.

He came back in, and shook his head. "I'm sorry Lou, but we gotta go on stage now,' he said apologetically. I tried to stand up, but fell back down, my head rolling back against the wall.

"God Lou!" Harry said, picking me up. I closed my eyes and leaned against him.

"Woah Louis?" someone, I think Zayn said.

"Is he okay?" that was Niall.

"Mate you look awful," definitely Liam.

"He's sick," Harry said, filling them in. A minute later, Harry set me down. The world was spinning.

"We have to go on stage now okay?" a high pitched voice said.

"Elmo?" I asked. "No, Mickey Mouse," I said.

"Uhh, I'm Harry," the voice was lower now.

"Harry he's hallucinating. Haz this is bad. That only happens with REALLY high fevers," that one sounded like the leprechaun from the lucky charms comercial.

"Louis, I gotcha okay? We're walking on now. You can sit down in a moment," the voice said.

Then I was sitting down on the stairs to heaven, with Mickey Mouse standing next to me. He had one hand on my shoulder.

"Hello Sacramento," a voice boomed. It sounded scary. I slunk away from the voice.

"Louis here is super sick guys. But he's still out here singing, so help him out okay?" that voice was less scary.

Some music started playing, and I heard people singing. It was really pretty, how the voices meshed together. Then they were all looking at me.

I shrugged. Then all of a sudden, my whole body got hot. There were fireworks in front of my eyes and water pouring down my face. I sagged against Mickey Mouse and shut my eyes, giving in to the blackness.

Harry's p.o.v.

"Shit," I cursed into the microphone. Niall ran over to me.

"He just passed out," I hissed in his ear.

"Get him off stage, now," Niall said.

I didn't hesitate to pick him up and carry him backstage, glaring at anyone who opened their mouth to stop me. I carried him to our dressing room and laid him on the couch.

I pulled his jeans off to cool him down and poured some water on a random t-shirt that was on the floor, placing it on his head. I leaned down to kiss his forehead, knowing I had to go on stage.

"Harry," came from behind me. I spun around. Louis was struggling to sit up.

"Hey, hey, lay down, you're okay," I said.

He burst into tears.

"Hey, Lou, it's gonna be alright. Talk to me love, whats wrong?" I was so worried.

"You were leaving me!" he sobbed.

"God, Lou I'd never leave you. I just have to go sing," I told him.

"You have to stay with me," god he looked so small and helpless. Fuck management, I can't leave him here.

"Okay," then he weakly pulled on my hand. I laid down behind him, and he automatically cuddled back into me, tangling his legs in mine. I sighed. He was too cute.