1D sickfics

Larry: Louis has the chicken pox

Larry where Louis has the chicken pox... Just for the record, I don't know much about chicken pox, so if I get some facts wrong I'm sorry.

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Harry's p.o.v.

"Harry," I heard a small voice say, causing me to look up from my laptop, where I was currently on twitter.

"What is it love?" I asked, seeing it was Louis. I could tell that something was wrong.

"I feel sick Harry," he said.

"Oh hun, c'mere," I said, patting the couch beside me.

He sat down close to me, laying his head on my shoulder. I slid my arm around him, keeping him as close as possible to me.

"God, you're burning up Lou," I said, testing my hand on his forehead.

"I'm really cold and dizzy," he said, burying his face in my shoulder. I pulled him just a little bit closer, to try and give him some of my body heat.

Louis scratched at his arm, which was all red, before letting both arms flop down in his lap.

"Woah, hang on a sec," I said, grabbing his arm. Just as I thought, red spots all over. I checked his other arm. The same.

"What?" Lou asked.

"Babe, you've got chicken pox," I said, rubbing his back gently.

"Oh," he sounded less than thrilled.

"I'm going to go get you some medicine okay? I'll put on a movie for you," I said, getting up and popping superman into the DVD player.

"Don't leave me," he whimpered, sounding close to tears.

I crouched down in front of him, and took both his hands in mine. "Hey, look at me. I'll be back before you even know okay?" Just don't scratch," I said gesturing to his arms.

Then I stood up, kissed his forehead gently, and headed out the door.

I drove to the nearest gas station ad quickly bought some chicken pox cream and fever reducer, before speeding back to our house.

Louis was exactly where I'd left him on the couch, watching superman.

"I'm back," I said softly, so as to not scare him.

"Let's get you upstairs first," I said, seeing his eyes droop. He nodded.

I grabbed his hands, pulling him up, and he swayed a little from the dizziness.

"You're okay," I said, sliding my arm around his waist. I walked him, slowly, up the stairs and into our room.

After helping him sit on our bed, I pulled of his shirt and sweats, to find that the pox had spread to his stomach and chest.

He reached his hand up to scratch, but I caught it in mine.

"Harry it itches," he whined as I began spreading the cream on his arms.

"I know baby, but it'll scar if you scratch," I said, moving onto his stomach.

He squirmed uncomfortably, trying hard not to scratch at it.

"I know it sucks, but you don't want scars do you?" I asked.

"Harry!" he exclaimed. "You can't touch me, you'll catch it,"

"You can't have it twice Lou," I told him, chuckling lightly.

"You've already had it?" he asked.

"When I was 13," I told him as I finished with the cream.

I handed him one of the fever pills, which he swallowed down with a gulp o water from the cup sitting beside our bed.

"Harry I'm really tired," he moaned as I pulled his sweats back on.

"I know hun, just a second," I told him, pulling his shirt over his head. Then I handed him a pair of mittens.

"Harry what-?" he asked, confused.

"It's so you don't scratch," I explained as he put them on.

"Hmph," he huffed.

"Want me to put another movie on?" I asked. He nodded sleepily. This time I put on batman begins.

As the movie began to play I crawled into bed with Louis, scooting close to him.

He curled his legs up to me, throwing one arm around my stomach. I slid me arm around his shoulders, pulling him close to me, so his head rested on my chest.

I ruffled his hair. He always liked when I did that. "Hopefully you'll feel better when you wake up love," I whispered as he fell asleep.