Lirry Stayne One Shots

Sick One

So this one shot is basically about Liam taking care of a sick Harry. It is absolutely the cutest!! This is not the actual title!!

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Harry felt the harsh rays of morning sun hit his eyes, blink furiously, he began to come around. He groaned as he rolled over his head feeling like a million pounds. Harry sniffled a few times trying to unclog his nose so he could breath in some fresh air. He groaned again in frustration and reluctantly began panting through his mouth. As he swung his legs over the bed and reached out to grab his phone, he was hit with a spell of dizziness and fell to the ground with a muffled “oomf” falling from the young boy’s lips.

Harry Styles was not sick. No sir, at least not today. He hated being sick, having to be coddled over and taken care of. It made him sick, no pun intended, to think about. Plus, they had a lot of interviews and meet and greets and overall shit to do so, no; he was not sick.

He slowly lifted himself off the floor and trudged to the bathroom, quickly brushing his teeth and dressing before shuffling out the room. Harry was greeted with an overeager “HEYA HAZZA,” from Louis. Louis received a mumbled “hey” from the Cheshire boy. Louis looked at him skeptically before clamping his hand to Harry’s forehead. The younger boy whined throatily and instantly shied away from the could hand against his blazing forehead. He wriggled out of Lou’s grasp and headed to the door to grab his coat.

Oh-no you don’t buddy. You’re as sick as sick can be,” Louis cooed while pinching Harry cheeks and leading him back to the couch. “Better ring up ‘daddy’ he’ll want to have a look at you.”

“No please. I swear I’m fine.” Harry pleaded half-heartedly, sinking into the couch and pulling a blanket over his shivering frame.

Louis chuckled sympathetically at the ailing boy, “Aw Hazza, don’t be upset. You and Liam can play doctor. He’ll have you patched up in no time!” He explained as he wagged his eyebrows suggestively at Harry.

Harry shot daggers at Lou before letting out an indignant cough, sinking further into the plush couch. He seriously regretted telling the oldest boy about his crush on Liam. It might be all Larry all the time, but it was just because Harry was too afraid. Liam was possibly perfect and Harry was just the whiney younger boy Liam always had to look after. So imagine how annoying it would be if Liam had to look after sick little Harry all day; yeah infuriating. But, Harry was torn because he enjoyed Liam’s company a little too much.

Louis hung up on his phone call with Liam and plopped himself next to Harry. The younger boy picked fuzz balls of the blanket, adamantly avoiding Louis’s eyes.

“Just tell him Harry. You can’t keep it all bottled up, you’ll go mad!” Louis told him with genuine concern in his eyes. Harry only blinked bad a few tears before letting his head drop on Lou’s shoulder. He heard Lou chuckle lightly above him.

“Plus, you’re sick so he’ll have to take pity on you regardless of whether the feelings are mutual,” Louis teased with a grin. Harry opened his mouth to retort, but Liam came busting in the room looking worried.

“Lou, step back. Can’t have you being sick too,” Liam said sternly before turning his attention to Harry. “Harry, babes you look terrible. Do you want to lie in here or in your room? Definitely have to get you back in some pajamas because there is no way you are going anywhere. Lou, fetch the thermometer will you?” Liam rambled on and on, feeling Harry’s head tucking the blankets further around the boy. Harry’s cheek flamed red over the attention, but was secretly glad to be given attention by Liam.

Louis handed Liam the thermometer and shot a wink towards Harry. “Fix up my Hazza will you Lili?” He said with a smirk and a ruffle to Harry’s hair. Liam smiled fondly at Harry as he stuck his tongue out at Lou.