larry fluff ~ one shots

sick

Summary: Louis is sick and Harry has to take care of him.

Enjoy!

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Louis' POV:

I woke up around 3 am sweating but shivering under the blankets. My stomach was in knots and my head was pounding. Harry's arm was wrapped around me as he slept peacefully.

All of a sudden my stomach twisted horribly as I jumped out of bed to rush into the bathroom. I made it just in time to the toilet to throw up everything that was in my stomach.

I suddenly feel Harry behind me rubbing my back. I instantly relax into his hand as I start sobbing slightly.

I hate throwing up. It's almost like a fear. I don't like the after taste or the sound or the look or thought of it. The fact that I actually just threw up is kinda scaring me.

"It's okay, baby." Harry whispers into my hair softly as he wraps his strong arms around me.

I turn back to the toilet when the urge to throw up comes again but all I do is dry heave because there is nothing left in my stomach.

Harry's large hands draw circles on my back soothingly as I finish up. I lean back into him as he flushes the toilet.

"C'mon, baby. Brush your teeth and let's head back to bed." Harry helps me stand up with him and leads me slowly to the counter. He puts the toothpaste on the brush for me and I tiredly brush my teeth.

After I finish, Harry leads me back to our bed. He picks up the comforter for me to slide under. He then slides in next to me and wraps his arms around my waist to bring me into his chest.

"How're you feeling, babe?" Harry whispers quietly, knowing I have a headache and trying not to make a lot of noise.

"N-not go-od." I stutter out because the pain in my stomach just isn't  going away.

"Aww, my poor baby." He says and squeezes me into his chest tighter. "Would you like some advil for your headache?"

"P-please." I whisper and he gets up and goes into the bathroom to retrieve the medecine.

He soon walks back into the bedroom with two pills in his hand a glass of water. He sits me up gently and puts a pillow behind my back. I pop the pills into my mouth and down them with water.

Harry slides in next to me on the bed and wraps his arms around my waist. I instinctively snuggle back into him.

"Hazza, I'm gonna get you sick." I say and try to move away a little. I'm in seek of his comfort right now but I don't wanna get him sick as well.

"Don't worry about me, Lou. C'mon, I know you wanna cuddle." I give in and bury my face into his chest and put one of my legs over his lap.

He chuckles lowly and wraps his arms around me again. Harry turns on the tv and we sit watching cartoons for a while because neither of us can fall asleep.

"I'm gonna call us both in for work, alright?" Harry asks after the last Spongebob episode ended.

"You don't have to skip work. I'll be fine." I don't want Harry to have to miss work because i'm to big of a baby and can't take care of myself. I need to learn to grow up and now is the perfect time.

"No, baby, you're sick." Harry brings his hand up to my chin and slowly lifts my face from where it was lying in his chest to look at him.

"I can take care of m'self." I say tiredly. All I wanna do is sleep for the rest of the day and cuddle with Harry. No. You have to do this on your own. Without Harry.

"Lou, let me take care of you. I know you can take care of yourself but your sick and tired and weak and I wanna help. I know you wanna cuddle the whole day on the couch with blankets and tea."

One thing I'll never get used to is Harry being able to know exactly what i'm thinking. It amazes me every time he does it.

"I'll be f—" My stomach twists into knots and i quickly bolt to the bathroom just in time to throw up in the toilet.

Tears spring in my eyes from the awful feeling in my throat and stomach. Harry's presence is suddenly behind me and his huge hands are rubbing comforting circles on my back.

"H-hurts, Haz." I whimper out quietly.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. I have to get ready for work though." Harry says and I instantly frown. I know that I said I wanted him to go but I didn't expect him to actually.

"Mmkay." I say emotionless and stand up on my own. I wobble a bit but shake it off and walk out of the bathroom.

I fall into the bed softly and crawl under the covers. I wrap another blanket around me because i'm freezing but sweating at the same time.

"Baby?" I can hear Harry say from the bathroom but I choose to ignore it. If he wants to leave, he can. I'll be fine.

"Lou? Are you okay? I was just kidding about going to work. I would never leave you alone while your sick. I wanna take care of you. I'm sorry." He says gently and crawls in next to me on the bed. His hands wrap around my waist as he spoons me from behind.

"Sorry I reacted that way. I guess I can't handle this on my own." I say with a slight frown. I'm always so dependent on Harry and i'm afraid he's gonna wake up one day and leave me because of it.

"No baby, I want to rake care of you. I wanna be the one to cuddle you to oblivion and rub your back when you get sick. I want to make you soup and rub your stomach. I want to be everything you need at anytime and I promise to do exactly that until you feel a hundred percent okay and for the rest of your life, okay?"

"Okay." I say and turn around to snuggle into his chest. His arms wrap around me and I fist his shirt gently.

"Go to sleep, baby. I'll be here when you wake up." Harry whispers in my ear softly.

"Night night, Hazza."

"G'night, boo."

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