1D sickfics

Larry: Harry faints

Here's the last one of this series. After this I'm doing a partial series and then two individual ones. After that I'm done. Sorry guys.

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Harry's p.o.v.

"Ow fuck!" I heard Louis yell.

"What's wrong babe?" I asked, walking to the living room, where he had just come in from a gym session.

He was bent over, clutching his right hand in his left and biting his lip in pain.

"I just shut my finger in the door, ahh," he hissed.

"Let me see," I demanded, holding my hand out.

I'm sure he's just over reacting. I mean yeah, he'll probably have a pretty nasty bruise tomorrow, but it's nothing serious I'm sure.

"You sure?" he asked, knowing how squeamish I am.

"Lou I'm sure it's fine," I assured him, waiting patiently for his hand.

"Alright," he muttered, releasing the hold he had on his hand and holding it out towards me.

I. Was. Wrong. There was a deep cut running almost the whole length of his middle finger. Nearly his whole hand was covered in blood.

I looked up at Louis in time to see his eyes go wide, before I felt myself falling, and everything went black.

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Several hours later...

"Hng," I woke up with a start and grunted at the pounding in my head.

I blinked a couple times then forced my eyes open. I found myself looking up at Louis. I was laying in his lap.

"Louis what-?" he cut me off.

"Shh," he whispered, putting a finger to my lips. "I'll explain," he said.

"You two make me sick," another voice said.

"Niall?" I asked, judging from the accent.

"Unfortunately," he joked, bursting into laughter while Louis and I just stared.

Finally, he calmed himself down enough for Louis to be able to tell me what happened.

"Well, I shut my finger in the door remember?" he began.

"Oh god, right are you okay?" I asked hurriedly.

"I'm fine love," he promised.

"Okay continue," I prompted him.

"Well, then you passed out, and I didn't know what to do, and I started getting light headed, so I called Niall. He came over and fixed me right up," he said, smiling, as he held up his hand for me to see.

His pointer finger was wrapped in several layers of bandages, and his hand was completely blood free, thank god.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, grabbed his hand gently and setting out hands down on my stomach.

"Not anymore," he said, looking me in the eyes, so I knew he wasn't lying.

"Sorry I couldn't help you," I said, tearing my eyes away from his.

"Hey it's not your fault. What about you, are you okay?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"My head kinda hurts but yeah I'm fine," I said.

"Good," he said, leaning down to kiss me on the lips and running his fingers through my hair.

"Well, I think my work here is done," Niall announced.

"Thanks Ni," Louis muttered as Niall slipped out the door.

"Now, where were we?" he asked, smirking, before leaning down to kiss me again.

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Series finished!!