Harry’s POV
“Harry! HARRYY!!!” I heard Louis yell from our room of the hotel suite we were staying in. I sighed and got off the couch I was sitting on, and turned down the TV. While walking towards his room, I saw Zayn in the bathroom doing up his hair slickly.
“Going somewhere?” I smirked, standing in the doorway.
He looked at me in the mirror, and then continued to do his hair.
“Yea, I heard there was a new restaurant opening,” Zayn said while looking at a sheet of paper on the counter. “It’s called…Zesties. It’s supposed to have a club theme. Want to tag along?”
He turned around and looked at me with hopeful eyes.
“I…I dunno…I’m kind of tired…” I said while yawning for effect.
“Oh come on, Harry! Please? I don’t wanna go alone…” he pleaded.
I sighed and gullibly nodded.
“Fine,” I said, and then was interrupted by Louis again.
“HAAZZZAAAA! Come. Here!”
I groaned.
“Jesus Louis, have some patience!” I yelled while walking over to his room. I opened the door to find him sprawled in his bed, the ceiling fan going, and a glass of water on the small bedside table. I sighed.
“What.”
He sighed shakily and moaned.
“I don’t feel too well Harry…” he close to whispered, which was weird, saying that he could of mustered up the energy to yell for me. I walked closer to him sitting on the bed.
“Well…what doesn’t feel right?”
He took a few deep breaths before answering.
“I…It’s my stomach…and…” he coughed, and after he did, his voice seemed to get hoarser. “And my throat…hurts.”
I sighed and leaned up to feel his forehead. When I placed my hand under his hair and on his head, I felt red hot. I took my hand away.
“Oh Boobear…you’re burning up…” I whispered to myself.
He groaned and rolled up into a ball.
“Well…I’m going to call Paul,” I said while standing up. “He’s a few rooms over; he’ll come over and take care of you.”
“W...why can’t you Hazza…?” he shivered.
“I wish I could,” I sighed. “But I’m going out with Zayn tonight.”
He nodded slowly and coughed, sounding very sickly.
“A…and we have a concert tomorrow….what am I going to do?”
I thought about that for a few seconds.
“I dunno Louis…I don’t know,” I said. “Paul will take care of you and get you better though, I just know it. You’ll be good as new by tomorrow.”
He nodded again. I decided to call Paul then. I paced around the room while dialing, and then as it started to ring, I settled by the window. After just one ring, he answered.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Harry…”
“Oh hi Harry, what’s going on?” he asked. I sighed, and started pacing around the room again.
“Lou is sick, as in his stomach hurts, his throat hurts, he’s coughing…and he has a very hot fever.”
Paul groaned and mumbled a shit.
