All Shook Up || Larry Stylinson || ✅

Chapter Two

Prepare for mega fluff ;)

Louis awoke to the sound of someone sniffling and he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a few times to get the bleariness out and turned towards the sniffling. He saw Harry laying next to him on his back with about twenty used tissues on his chest. His nose was red and scratchy and tears were leaking out of his eyes. Louis's heart broke a little looking at him, he hated it when Harry was sick.

"Baby? Are you okay?" Louis gently asked, reaching over to put his hand on Harry's forehead. Harry's eyes opened and showed the puffiness as he looked over at Louis without a word. Louis frowned when he felt the heat coming from his forehead and caressed Harry's cheek. Harry closed his eyes once again as more tears began to slip out indicating he was crying. 

Louis immediately pulled himself closer to Harry and started wiping at his face. He couldn't handle it when Harry was upset, it upset him too. 

"Shh, you're alright baby, i'll take care of you, shh it's okay Hazzy." He held Harry and gently rocked back and forth. Harry let out a whine, indicating how he felt. 

"I know bubby, I know. I will get you a cold washcloth and some water. We can stay in bed all day and watch movies. I'll call Zayn to get us some food for lunch, okay Haz?" Harry only nodded, but was still breathing wobbly. 

"It's just a cold, you're fine, I will get you some medicine too." Louis stood up to get everything set for Harry. The only thought running through his head was 'I have to take care of my baby, I will make him feel better.' Louis thought for a moment and shook his head. 'Best mate. Not baby.. Although he didn't dislike me calling him baby.' Louis just shook of the thoughts and came back to the room, cold towel and water in hand. 

"Harry? I'm back," Louis gently whispered as he made his way over to Harry. He took all the used tissues and threw them away in the garbage he pulled next to Harry's side of the bed. He took an extra box of tissues and put them on the night stand next to some water. He then gently placed the towel on Harry's forehead, wiping his face to cool him down. Harry gave him a weak smile and layed still. 

"Want me to stay or go?" Louis asks. Harry's eyes unnecessarily brim with tears. 

"Please stay Lou," he chokes out in a hoarse whisper. Louis nods and gets back into bed next to Harry pulling him close. 

For the next few hours Harry fades in and out of sleep while Louis stays with him only getting up to re soak the towel or refill his water. Louis called Zayn around lunchtime to ask to pick up Harry's medicine and to get some food. They decided on pizza just to make it easy.

Louis hated to wake the beautiful sleeping boy beside him, but he had to get him washed and fed. 

"Harry, Haz, H, boo," Louis tried but Harry's eyes remained closed. Louis could tell he was awake by the slight flutter of his eyelids. Louis contemplated on how to wake him up then came up with a great idea. 

"Baby," Louis whispered into Harry's ear, threading his fingers through Harry's hair.

"Darling wake up, foods almost here, you gotta eat baby." Harry's eyes immediately opened and stared at Louis for a few minutes before sighing heavily. 

Louis helped him to sit up but Harry tried shooing him off. 

"I'm not dying Louis, it's just a cold." Louis huffs at him clearly annoyed. Harry doesn't want to admit it but he is filled with love by the way Louis is treating him, he couldn't ask for a better best friend. As those words enter his mind he feels a soft twang of sadness and loneliness but decides to shake it off and let's Louis lead him to the couch.