Larry Fluff ~One Shots~ (Boyxboy)

Sick Day-Louis

I heard keys hit the key bowl in the entry way of our hotel room and the door slam, indicating that Harry was home.
"I'm home Lou!" He yelled confirming my thoughts. I stay on my knees in front of the toilet. Running my hands through my hair and managing to get out a weak,
"In here, love!" I heard his boots scuff the ground as he walked towards me. It was clear that he was in a hurry to see me because he always took his boots off when he entered a room. I sat there alone in the dark of the loo waiting for Harry's arms to wrap around me.
"Babe, where are you?" Harry asked, wondering where I was.
"In the loo." I could hear that he was close but I had no desire to move. After the boys and I had gotten off the plane to France yesterday, I felt completely awful. It all started with a stuffy nose which I figured was just because of the pressure change on the plane. Then, once we got settled into our hotel, I started to feel weak and sick to my stomach. After the stomach sickness went away, my throat became very dry and I could barely talk. I wanted to perform for the French awards show we were scheduled to do the next night, but Harry and the other boys told me there was no way that I could perform being that sick. Reluctantly, I gave in and stayed in between our bed and loo the whole night and day long. It was now around midnight when Harry was getting home from the award show and I was exhausted.
I felt his presence in the door frame and looked up from the toilet to see his tall and long silhouette staring at me. He didn't stand there for long when he saw my position. He rushed over to me and wrapped his arms around me whispering in my ear if I was ok. I shook my head no and turned to put my face in his chest.
He had his legs crossed and put me in his lap. I wrapped my arms around his chest and curled up in his lap. The room was dark and we sat there listening to eachothers breaths on the floor. I whimpered and Harry immediately whispered,
"Hey. Hey. No need to cry babe. You know what?"
"What?" I asked back, too weak to cry.
"Even though you're sick, you still look like my sunshine. Can you smile for me?" I looked up to Harry with my eyebrows raised. He gave me a pleading look and I gave in. It was a weak smile but I knew that it made Harry happy. He brushed his thumb along my jaw line and said under his breath,
"My sunshine smile. My sunshine. My fragile little boy. You make me so happy." My heart warmed when he said that. He picked me up from his lap, wedding style with one of his arms under my knees and his other arm around my waist. I kept my arms wrapped around his neck and my head on his chest. He walked me out of the loo and into our bedroom. The hotel room is dark but Harry still manages to find our bedroom without running into anything. It's completely dark and yet neither of us have any desire to turn on any light source because of how peaceful the dark is when you're with someone. He laid me down on the freshly made bed and planted a kiss on my forehead then my cheek and eventually my neck. I moved around, bothered (in a good way) by his kiss.
"I can't. I don't have enough energy." I told Harry, biting my bottom lip. He looked down at me, the tips of his hair brushing my face. To get rid of the itch his hair had created on my nose, I wiggled my nose and that made Harry giggle.
"Should probably get a hair cut." Harry said to me. Instantly I shook my head. Running my fingers through his beautiful dark brown curls I whispered,
"No. They're beautiful." Even in the dark I could see him blush. He whispered a "thank you" and got off the bed. I groaned, wanting him to come back to me.
"Just wanna get changed is all babe." He assured me, winking. I watched him take off his already halfway off shirt, then his trousers. Once he was only in his black Calvin Klein briefs, he climbed back into bed next to me. He pulled the white fluffy comforter and thin white sheet over us then pulled me into his grasp. I could feel my bare back against his bare chest and soon enough fell asleep to the rhythm of his breath.