Vlogging in Styles : The Original | Larry Stylinson ❀

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So this is sort of a continuation of the previous chapter. This is a request for sick Harry while Louis takes care of him and Silas. Per requested by @belen2805

I hope you enjoy (: I was able to gather up some more ideas to continue this story. Hahaha, but you guys know it does eventually have to end, right? (; Anyways, thanks for the massive love you bring to me. It makes me so happy and I love all you peoples.

Harry still wasn't feeling better. Which was lowkey a huge inconvenience for Louis considering he had just dropped a summer single, Strong, and he had planned for so many talk show interviews for this coming week.

He also had to rehearse his song live for these shows, and he didn't exactly want to leave Harry home alone puking his guts out. Plus, their baby Silas. Louis had to acquire the super dad role of taking complete care of Silas while Harry laid poorly in bed.

So, yeah. Harry getting sick right now really couldn't have come at the worst time.

"Baby, are you sure you're not pregnant?" Louis asked for the millionth time. He was sitting on the bed next to Harry's laid out body, holding the camera above Harry's face.

Harry opened his eyes with a groan as he looked up at Louis and then at the camera. He lazily put his hand above his face and tried his best to block the camera's view from seeing how peachy and clammy he looked.

"Don't hide from me, love. You know you look beautiful," Louis reminded.

"I look horrid," Harry complained. "I look fucking pale and disgusting."

"Which brings me back to my question. Are you positively sure you're not pregnant?"

"Louis," Harry warned, dropping his hand and exposing his face. Louis smiled briefly at that, zooming the camera in nonchalantly without Harry knowing his face was up close and personal on the screen.

"Come on, sunshine. Just take a few tests. You've been like this all week without getting better."

"I'm not pregnant."

"Please."

"No, I don't need to."

"Harry," Louis sighed, running his knuckles down the lining of Harry's jawline. "I know I'm the master at pulling out -" Harry groaned at the comment. "But sometimes I can't help myself and I just keep going. Maybe one of my soldiers made their way to your-"

"Please, shut up," Harry then begged, really trying not to smile but he felt his lips curving up.

Despite how poorly he felt and how annoying Louis was, Harry did appreciate Louis trying to make him smile. And potentially giving him hope that he actually could be pregnant instead of sick. That thought honestly was a more positive one.

"Don't you need to be leaving soon? You are on James Corden tonight."

"Not going," Louis shrugged.

"Why not?"

Louis gave Harry a smile and leaned down to press his lips to Harry's sweaty hair. He then moved a couple of stray curls that were sticking to Harry's forehead back behind his ear. "Because you're sick."

"You've already canceled a show this week. You can't just cancel everything because I'm sick."

"Yes, I can, Harry," Louis argued stubbornly.

"You're going."

"I can't just leave you by yourself, dear. You need to be watched."

"Take Silas with you, too."