Butterflies (Niam + Larry)

Chapter 6

                                                                             -Harry-

I lay on Louis' couch in his room, biting my thumbnail. Zayn, Louis and I are watching some game show, but I can't focus on it. I keep glancing over at Tommo's sweet face and thinking of asking him about how he knew he was bi. I know it would help me so much to talk to him. He's my best friend and I tell him everything! But, he might ask who it is that I think I'm crushing on. And he knows when I'm lying. So I can only hope he won't ask. I try to push those thoughts away, because they are stressing me out and sooner or later Lou will notice that I'm acting worried. Besides, I can't talk to him while Zayn is here.

The show goes to commercial and Louis shifts in his seat, moving closer to Zayn and resting a hand on his forehead. We've been chilling out and taking it easy because Zayn said his stomach was hurting. Now he's looking even worse. Zayn glances up at Louis and chuckles half-heartedly. 

"I don't think you have a fever." Lou says. 

"But you are looking a bit green around the edges!" I add. Zayn groans, 

"I'm alright, you don't have to play mum for me!" He teases. We all turn back to the TV as some food commercial comes on. Suddenly, Zayn is running for the bathroom. Louis meets my eyes with a concerned look on his face. 

"Zayn? You okay, mate?" I call, getting up and following him. Lou is close behind me. I push open the door to the bathroom, where Zayn is on his knees before the toilet, apparently puking up his guts. 

"Oh no! I'll go make him some tea!" Lou says and dashes to the kitchen. I squat down beside Zayn and rub his back. Poor guy, let's see, what does my mum do when I'm sick? Uh...wet cloth for my forehead? I'll try that. I grab one off the rack and run it under some cold water. Zayn is still hurling. I avert my eyes and rummage around for some Advil or something to help. I take both things out to the couch and put them on the table, waiting for Zayn to return and lay down. I chuckle to myself when I hear Louis muttering in the kitchen,

"Stupid American hotels don't even have a kettle. What's the point of having tea bags and mugs if you don't even have a kettle?!" He is so adorable. I hear the microwave start up. Clever lad! I would've heated it in a pot or something stupid. 

Zayn comes back in and lays down on the couch with a grimace. He's all pale and sweaty. Ew, I hate being sick. I lay the washcloth on his forehead and put a blanket over him. I feel like a mum! He moans and curls up a bit.

"Thanks, Harry." he says weakly. I nod and smile at him. 

"Do you think you ate something bad?" I ponder. He shrugs and closes his eyes. I decide to call Paul   and let Zayn rest. I slide my phone out of my pocket and tiptoe into the kitchen. 

"Paul? Zayn just threw up, can you come over and bring him some soup or something?" I ask when he picks up.

"He's sick?! Oh great, poor lad. Alright, soup and I'll call Melissa, she'll know what to do." I tell him thanks and hang up. Louis is just putting the tea bag in, and he grins at me cheekily. 

"You would be a great mum, Haz!" He teases and pinches my cheek. I roll my eyes at him and he chuckles. Once we put the tea down and make sure Zayn is comfortable, Paul has arrived with a lady who immediately hurried over to Zayn. She rests her hand on his head and says

"Oh, he has a fever, poor lad!" I glance at Lou and nod toward the door. Obviously, Zayn will be well taken care of. Once we're outside I tell Louis he can stay in my room with me, since Zayn took over his room. He nods gratefully and rests his head on my shoulder. Score! Sleeping beside Lou gives me very sweet dreams. He lifts his head up and reminds me that we should let Liam and Niall know.