1D sickfics

He has a cold: Harry

Here is another one in the series. By the way there is a shit ton of Larry in this.

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Louis' p.o.v.

"Louis?" I'm not going to lie. Of course I heard the voice.

"Lou?" I'm not proud to admit, however, that I simply rolled over, buried my head in my pillow and fell back asleep.

I know it's rude, and I normally wouldn't do it, but our schedule had been crazy lately and I was bloody exhausted to be honest.

Sniff, sniff, cough, cough, sigh. Ugh who is that? I'm trying to sleep.

Cough, cough, cough, cough. I winced. The coughing had turned rough and sounded very painful. I debated getting up to go check on them, but decided against it until...

"Boo?"

It's Harry. That was all the motivation I needed. I sat up, rubbing my eyes a few times before slipping out of my bunk and crawling over to kneel in front of Harry.

"Haz what's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm sick," he muttered.

My eyes had finally adjusted, and I could see Harry's tear-stained face. I drew back in surprise. For one, Harry never cries. And for two, he never tells people when he's sick.

"Aw Hazza. What's sick?" I asked, reaching a hand up to tousle his messy hair.

"Cold," he whimpered pitifully.

"You're cold?" I asked, bringing my hand to his forehead and brushing his hair out of the way. He definitely had a temperature.

"Was that you coughing babe?" I asked, standing up and sitting down on the edge of his bunk.

"Mmhm," he mumbled into his pillow.

"Poor thing, you look absolutely miserable. Lets go get some medicine yeah?" I asked, standing up and holding out my hands.

He took my hands, and I helped him stand. I slid my arm around his waist, leading him to the bathroom, where he sat down on the counter.

Let's see... Tums, Advil, Tylonol, Midol. Why the fuck do we have midol? Anyways, uh, Cold and Flu, there we go.

"Here Haz," I said, pouring the liquid medicine into the little cup and handing it to him.

He drank it with shaking hands, then handed it back to me.

"Okay let's check your temp," I stuck the thermometer in his mouth and waited until it beeped. 102.2.

"We need to cool you off Harry," I said softly, grabbing at the hem of his t-shirt and lifting it up over his head. Then I eased his sweatpants off of his hips, before tossing both items onto the floor.

Harry slid down from the counter, and once again I wrapped my arm around his waist, feeling how hot his skin was. He shivered, pressing in even closer to me.

Once we got back to his bunk, I helped him lay down, before heading to the kitchen to get him some water.

"If you need any water it's right here babe," I said setting it beside his bunk. "You need anything else?" I asked, looking down at his pale face.

"Lay with me," he croaked out, and my heart almost broke.

"Of course love," I smiled, sliding in beside him.

Almost immediately, he cuddled up to my side, laying his head on my chest and tangling his legs with mine. He laid his hands on my stomach as I wrapped my arms around the boy.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

"Anytime love, now you get some sleep yeah?" I asked, carding my fingers through his hair.

He shivered again, pressing himself, if possible, closer to my body. I smiled, realizing just how much I loved this boy.