When his phone rings on a slow Tuesday afternoon, Louis has absolutely no complaints—especially when a photo of a grinning Harry Styles pops up on his screen, a new shot he'd taken just last week when they'd gone out to the Fleetwood Mac concert in LA. Seeing Harry that happy does nothing but send a wave of affection through him every single time. Louis looks at it often."Hey, you," he answers, leaning back in his chair with an easy smile. He glances over at Amanda, ignoring the look of mock disgust on her face. She likes to tease him about Harry, about the dopey smile he gets on his face for over a year now every time his husband struts through the sudio doors or when he gets a call in the middle of the afternoon unrelated to a new song idea or basically anytime Harry's name comes up in any capacity, really.
Louis doesn't mind it. He knows she's happy for him, even if she likes to pretend she's put out by it all.
"Louis"
His smile fades into a frown almost immediately at the sound of Harry's ragged voice. It catches Amanda's attention, but he shakes his head, holding a finger up to signal for her to wait. "Haz, sweetheart, you don't sound so good. What's wrong?"
"It's bad news. Terrible. The worst."
"I don't understand, what's bad news? You're going to have to help me out here."
"I just want you to know that half of all my assets are going to you. Other half to my mom. You can split up my belongings the way you want."
Louis stands from his chair, one hand coming to rest on his hip. He can feel Amanda's eyes on him but he can't be bothered by anything else when Harry is talking like he's— well, Louis doesn't even want to entertain the thought. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I didn't think I'd go out like this."
"Hey, calm down!" Granted, Harry's not the one who sounds like he's in hysterics, but Louis' heart is pounding in his chest and he ducks around a corner where he paces two steps back and forth in the shadows. "Listen, you're scaring me! Can you just tell me what's going on? Please."
"It all came crashing down on me. I love you, Louis, so very, very much. I love your eyes. So blue. So pretty."
Hey, wait.
"And I love your hair. And all that, I love to kiss it. I love to kiss you all over, especially your—"
"Whoa, okay, Mr. Styles, I think the rest can wait." The new voice is distant but Louis hears it clearly. There's a scuffle on the other end of the line and it isn't until the voice speaks again that he recognizes who it is. "Louis, are you still there?"
"I'm here, Gemma. What's going on with him? He sounds drunk."
She sighs, one of those heavy, exasperated sighs Louis is very familiar with, particularly when directed Harry's way. "He passed out in the living room."
"I'm sorry, what? When?"
"About fifteen minutes ago. I was just bringing in some tea and the second he stood up from his chair, he just fell over. Hit his head, but it's not too bad, just a bump. Paramedics came by, turns out he's dehydrated and also has a fever."
Louis groans, dropping his chin to his chest. Harry had felt a little more like a furnace than usual this morning but he hadn't thought much of it because he'd already been running late for work. He chastises himself for that now, for not stopping to make Harry eat something or drink more than just four damn cups of coffee in a row. "How high's the fever?"
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Larry sick fics
Fiksi RemajaOne shots of sick/hurt Harry and Louis, stories also includes the boys of 1D and other friends. Requests are open!