After Louis spoke to Professor Morgan, Harry drove him back home so he could rest up, and so Harry could properly look after him. The car ride was silent...well, except from the occasional cough, sneeze or sniffle from the sickly man.
When they arrived home, Harry guided a very dizzy Louis to the sofa where he could rest. Harry brought Louis' tea into the living room where Louis was lying sprawled across the sofa, sneezing almost incessantly.
"Choo! Hehchiew! Heh'ngt! Ngt! Ngt! Nxxt! Chew! Hichew! Hitchoo! Hah...eh? Hi'kxtch! T'choo! Tch! T'choo!..*snff* Ugh...whyyyyyyyy?" Louis groaned, rubbing at his watery eyes as he sniffled miserably.
Harry raised his eyebrows. “Bless you, holy crap.”
"Th...thanks..eh..heh..." Louis said, attempting to speak through hitching breaths. "Echoo! Choo! Hi'kxtch! Tch! Ha'chiew!"
Harry frowned in concern. "You sure you’re okay? I've never heard anyone sneeze this much before."
“I h...have. Y...you when you have h..hayfever-hehtsch! Heh’nggt! *Snff*”
"I'm fine...promise.” Louis said, sniffling desperately. He rubbed his nose, trying to relieve the tickle in his sinuses. “I-it’s always like th-heh...this when I’m s-heh...sick...ugh.”
"Okay...just making sure" Harry nodded.
"Hey, Haz?" Louis asked, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Hmm?"
"Could we watch a movie?" Louis asked, forcing his eyes open.
Harry shot him a flat look. "Do you even have to ask? Of course, Louis. Do you want another cup of tea?"
“Ye...heh...eh...ehehh...it's...Heh...st...stuck...heh...Choo! Ngt! Ksh! Heh'kishh! Nxxt! Choo! Hi'kxtch! Tch! T'choo! HET-CHOO!”
“The hell?” Harry spat, putting a hand over his racing heart. He’d never heard Louis sneeze that loud before.
“S...sorry...Heh...Are you k...kidding m...heh...me? Hehtsch! Nggt! Nggt! Nxxt...hehtsch!”
"It’s okay.” Harry chuckled. “Having problems?”
"Stupid doze. It wod’t let up.” Louis moaned, rubbing his aching head.
Harry shot him a sympathetic smile. “Sorry, dude...so is that a yes for the tea, or...?”
"Yes, please" Louis replied.
"I’ll be back in a few. Pick out a movie, yeah?" Harry said.
“Mmm.” Louis muttered, and then stood up.
Harry sniffled, and then coughed into the crook of his elbow. “Ugh.” He groaned quietly, rubbing his forehead.
Flippin’ headache.
"You really need to clean around here. God, Harry, there’s so much dust. No wonder my nose is being so screwy." Louis shouted to Harry in the kitchen.
"Whoops...heh...heh.” Harry laughed awkwardly. “Maybe we can clean up when you’re feeling better?"
"Mmkay.” Louis mumbled, grabbing a tissue from next to him, and blowing his nose.
Harry brought another cup of tea in for Louis, and they sat on the sofa for the rest of the night watching Grease. Less than half way through, Louis fell asleep. His face, which had been scrunched up in discomfort almost continuously the past day or so, was finally relaxed. Sweat was pooling on his forehead from his fever, and he was snoring slightly (As his nose was almost completely stuffed).
Harry turned off the television, stood up, and draped a blanket over Louis’ shivering body.
"Night Lou, feel better" Harry whispered, and then retreated to his own bedroom.
