It was late one Saturday morning, the sun already sitting high in the sky, and Harry was laying awake starring up at the white ceiling of his and Louis' bedroom. It was the first opportunity they had in ages to sleep in, and while Louis was still curled up on the other side of the bed snoring lightly, Harry wasn't enjoying it quite as much. He had been awake for quite awhile already, his hands resting on his stomach as he listened to it grumble, as if it were audibly whining about how poorly it felt.
Harry had woken up just over an hour ago feeling very nauseated. He'd been lying there ever since, waiting for the unpleasant feeling to pass. But no matter how long he laid there, memorizing every crack and line in the ceiling, the awful feeling in his belly persisted. It felt as though an entire carnival of trapeze artists were flipping around, doing acrobatics inside of him.
But he wasn't going to wake Louis, no way. Not today. Since they were given a very rare day off from the studio, the boys had made plans to go visit Louis' family in Doncaster. Harry's mum, sister, and step-father had just come for a visit just a few weeks ago, but Louis hadn't seen his family in months. Harry knew how that felt, and there was no way he was going to take that away from him.
He searched for the alarm clock out of the corner of his eye, afraid that if he moved even a single body part it would send him hurtling toward the loo. Unable to make out the numbers clearly, he turned his head a fraction of an inch and sighed. Just past 10:30. He figured he might as well try to get up and start his day. Maybe a warm shower would make him feel better...
Very cautiously, with slow and deliberate movements, Harry climbed out of bed. He took a tentative step forward to see how it made his stomach feel. Deciding that his stomach would be okay for now, he made his way into the bathroom.
At first, the pressure of the warm water against his sore back muscles made him feel a bit better. Toward the end of his shower however, his stomach was in knots. Not only was the nausea escalating, but a deep ache was starting to form as well. He tried to rinse the shampoo from his hair as quickly as possible, knowing that his stomach wouldn't hold out for much longer.
Harry quickly turned off the water, practically slipping and falling as he grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist before scurrying over to the toilet. He crashed town hard on his knees and threw up the lid before the little he had in his stomach came pouring out. Harry coughed and sputtered as bile burned his throat. He flushed the toilet and groaned, falling back against the wall. He knew he had to get through the day, he just didn't know how he was going to do it.
Water dripped from his body as he rose off of the floor, being careful not to slip on the wet tile. He brushed his teeth thoroughly to get the taste out of his mouth and when he dragged himself back into his bedroom to get dressed, he found that Louis was no longer there. Sighing in relief that Louis wasn't around to hear him get sick, Harry threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a comfortable dark blue sweater. Tying a bandana around his wet mop of hair, he called it good.
As he walked downstairs, Harry found Louis in the kitchen making himself a cup of tea.
"Morning love!" Louis said brightly when he heard Harry come in.
"Morning," Harry grumbled back.
When Louis turned to face him, the smile dropped from his face. "Why do you look so pale, Haz?" He asked suspiciously, taking a sip of his tea.
Harry shrugged. "Was just sick in the bathroom."
Louis eyes widened and he set his cup down on the counter to rush over to Harry. "What?! Why? Are you alright?!"
"I'm fine," Harry chuckled insincerely, pushing away Louis' hand as it flew up to his forehead. "Just ate something bad, I s'pose."
"What did you eat?" Louis asked, resting his hands on his hips.
