Sharing Germs - Larry Stylinson One Shot

[Harry's P.O.V]

I awoke to sunlight filtering in through the blinds of the window in Louis' room... or it was sort of my room as well. We basically shared both rooms in the flat. I quickly realized I couldn't breathe through my nose, and that my throat was quite sore. My mouth was dry and tasted kind of funny... probably because I'd been sleeping with it open in order to breath, and my chest felt extremely heavy. I tried to roll away from the bright light by cringing into where Louis usually slept. However, much to my disappointment, Louis' spot was empty. I frowned, trying to remember what day it was. Sunday... it was weird, because Louis and I usually cuddled on Sunday mornings.

I untangled myself from the blankets and sat up. The pressure on my chest intensified, and I coughed violently. It practically killed my sore throat and frighteningly caused me to be unable to get air into my lungs. After I recovered from my slight hacking fit, I groaned and slid off the bed and stumbled from the room, not bothering to put on anything on my boxer clad self even though I was freezing now that I wasn't covered. Shivering, I trudged into the living room of the flat and blinked at Louis, who sprawled out on the couch looking sleepily at the television. He was shirtless, only in pajamas bottoms. I sneezed, and Louis finally took notice of me.

"Oh... morning Haz!" he smiled at me.

"Morning," I nodded, and then squeaked at how absolutely horrid my voice sounded.

His eyes grew wide and amused, "Sounds like someone's a bit stuffy."

"Ugh... I can't breathe through my nose. Eh... and it hurts to talk!" I groaned.

"Then stop speaking!" Louis said, faking a nasally voice to mock me.

"You're so mean to me..." I whined, walking over to the recliner and slumping into it since Louis was hogging the couch.

"I love you..." he called to me in attempt to apologize.

"Yeah, yeah," I griped before sneezing again.

Louis made a kissy face at me before turning his gaze back to the television, "Harry Potter, marathon..." he told me. "You're a wizard, Harry."

"If I was a wizard it wouldn't feel like I've swallowed knives, and I'd probably be able to breathe through my nose," I sighed.

"I suppose colds could be easily fixed..." he said thoughtfully.

I nodded, and attempted to focus on the film. However, the lack of oxygen reaching my lungs because of my nose was really irritating. I squirmed in the chair, flip flopping around in attempt to get comfortable.

Louis had apparently been watching my struggles, and he laughed, "Hazza, love, you're going to break that chair."

"I just wanna be able to breathe properly," I moaned, sliding face first off of the chair and slumping onto the floor face down.

"I... something tells me that position isn't going to help," Louis said thoughtfully.

I pulled myself to my hands and knees and crawled towards the couch. I lifted myself to my feet and looked down at the feathery haired boy sprawled out across the couch, "This sofa looks comfy," I fell onto him, backwards. He let out an 'oof', and I wiggled in attempt to make myself comfortable. I was completely stretched out on my back on top of Louis, who was making pained noises as I squirmed about, but he didn't make a move to push me off.

"Watch your elbow, love, careful now... ow... that's my ribs."

"You aren't as comfy as you look," I whimpered. "But mmm... you're toasty warm."

"You're pretty toasty yourself... and maybe you should lie on your stomach if you're going to lie on top of me," he suggested. "Your shoulder blades are digging into my ribs."