1D sickfics

Larry: Louis sick

I got a special request to write a larry fic where Louis gets a stomach bug and is rubbing his stomach because it's gurgling for her birthday, so here it is.

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Louis p.o.v.

"H-harry," I whispered timidly into the dark room. Silence answered me. I shouldn't be surprised. Sometimes I have to jump on Harry to wake him up.

I sighed. I didn't want to talk louder in fear of more than just words coming out of my mouth. My stomach had been killing me ever since I went to bed last night..

Harry had already been asleep when I got home from recording, so I got myself a cup of tea, and by the time I had finished it, my stomach hurt. I went to bed, thinking that I could sleep it off, but that wasn't the case.

I woke up about 10 minutes ago to my stomach gurgling and sloshing upsetly. I felt so queasy I wanted to cry. This is more than just a stomachache.

"Hazza please," I practically begged, digging my shoulder into his side as an attempt to wake him up.

"Ugh, Lou what?" he asked hoarsely, sounding none too pleased.

"I don't feel good," I whimpered almost inaudibly, curling up on my stomach and pressing my hands into it.

I felt the bed shift but didn't open my eyes. I felt Harry brushing the hair out of my eyes.

"What's wrong baby?" he asked softly.

"My tummy really hurts," I groaned.

"God you're adorable," he said under his breath. "Here sit up a bit for me love," he said.

I whimpered at the thought of moving but sat up a tiny bit, my hands still rubbing my upset stomach.

Harry's hands grabbed mine, stilling them. Instantly, I started squirming in discomfort at the lack of pressure on my tummy.

"Let me help you," he said, moving my arms and dropping them by my sides. "Just relax," he said quietly, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it up to my chest. He placed his hands on my tummy gently.

I sighed at how warm they are. He started rubbing gentle circles. Then my stomach started gurgling again. I shifted uncomfortably.

"Oh boo," Harry pouted sympathetically. I'm pretty sure he could feel how hard my stomach was churning.

We laid there for a while. My head on his chest, his hands rubbing my stomach. Suddenly he stopped and sat up.

"Haz," I whined.

"Relax, I'm just going to get you some sprite," he said, sliding out of the bed and walking down the hall to the kitchen.

I draped one arm under my stomach, which I could now tell was bloated out more than usual. With the other hand I applied some pressure.

I felt a huge gurgle in my lower belly, so I lowered my hand and pressed down hard. Right as Harry walked in carrying a can of sprite, I let out a huge, nauseous burp. My hand flew to my mouth.

Harry acted quickly, grabbing a trash can and shoving it into my hands just in time for me to forcefully expel my guts.

Harry sat down next to me and rubbed my back comfortingly. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face.

"Let's take this shirt off," he said once I was finished, grabbing the hem and pulling it off. Then he wiped my face off with it and tossed it behind him.

"I just wanna sleep," I whispered, my voice hoarse from getting sick.

"Okay, lay down," he said soothingly.

I laid back down on his chest like how I was earlier. Harry's warm hand found its way to my gurgling tummy and started rubbing again. First just tracing patterns, then applying more pressure.

"Try and sleep Lou. Hopefully you'll feel better in the morning," I heard him say lovingly before I drifted off to sleep.

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I hope I got it done in time!!!