Larry Oneshots

Feeling Nauseous

Summary: Louis gets sick with the stomach flu and Harry takes care of him.

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To say Louis had a bad morning was an understatement.

He woke up feeling his stomach churching and immediately had to run through the narrow halls of the tourbus to puke his guts out. Harry, waking up feeling Louis jump out of his arms, followed after Louis only to see him hunched over the toilet.

Louis felt Harry come up beside him and start rubbing his back comfortingly, and shushing him softly.

Now, Louis was just and silently crying against the toilet seat, feeling that terrible churning in his stomach before he emptied its contents into the bowl again. He started to sob slightly. He hated throwing up, or just being sick in general. But Harry taking care of him always made it a little bit more bearable. A little bit.

"You okay, baby?" Harry asked brushing the hair off of Louis' forehead.

Louis whimpered. "I don't think so."

"I know, I know Lou, let's get you back to bed." Harry gently lifted Louis' limp figure off the floor and brought him to the sink, getting him to brush his teeth before carrying him back to their shared bunk, which was way to small for the both of them, but who cared?

"Try to sleep for a little while longer, okay? I'm going to tell the boys you aren't feeling well, get you some meds, and see if we can stay here instead of going to the studio, alright?"

Louis nodded, starting to drift off. he felt Harry kiss his forehead, and the sling of the curtain closing before falling asleep.

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Harry walked to the living room, where Liam sat on the couch, on his phone.

"Hey Li, where's Zayn and Niall?"

Liam looked up from his screen. "Good morning Harry. They're finishing up getting ready, why? Where's Louis?"

"Louis' not feeling too good. I was gonna call management to see if we could get a day off."

Liam grimaced. "I don't think they would allow that, H, you know how they are."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Yeah I thought so. But could you call? I need to go get Louis some stuff."

"Sure thing. Tell Lou I hope he feels better, and get ready would you? We have to leave in 20 minutes."

Harry nodded and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a pain killer and a glass of water for Louis, knowing he would probably have a headache when he wakes up. He also grabbed a rag and ran it under cool water. Harry then made his way back to their shared bunk and pulled back the curtain.

He smiled softly at Louis sleeping form before placing a hand over Louis forehead, which was warm. He gently put the rag over Louis' forehead, which cause Louis to stir a little before he relaxed again.

Harry walked over to his suitcase, pulling out black skinny jeans, and a white shirt before pulling on his brown boots. He let his curls be, and went over to Louis' suitcase, pulling out adidas sweatpants, and one of his own hoodies that Louis had stolen. Not that Harry minded, they shared clothes all the time.

He walked back over to their bunk, placing the folded clothes on the bed, and peppering kisses on Louis face, no wanting to jostle his head by shaking him. A couple seconds later, Louis' eyes fluttered open and Harry was met with blue orbs.

"Hey Boobear, you feeling any better?" Harry asked, picking up the rag and patting it against Louis' temple.

Louis grumbled. "Does it look like I'm feeling better?"

Harry raised his eyebrows and sighed. Louis did not look better. He was a paler then usual, and breaking a sweat, but was still snuggling into the blanket. His hand was clutching his stomach as if that would make it better, and his eyebrows were scrunched in discomfort.

"I'm sorry, Lou. You definitely have a fever." Harry said, feeling Louis' forehead.

"No shit." Louis groaned, turning over on his back and kicking off his blanket, immediately feeling the uncomfortable churning, and whining, "Harry."

Harry quickly scooped Louis up, running to the bathroom, passing the boys' concerned faces, and set Louis down by the toilet just before Louis hunched over, clutching his stomach. Harry rubbed soothing circles on his back, and looked over to Liam, who stood in the doorway with sympathetic eyes, and shook his head. Harry sighed, he knew what that meant.

"Come on Lou, let's get you changed."

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The entire car ride to the studio, Louis slept in Harry's lap, none of the boys, or Paul, trying to interfere with Louis comfort. Even if they were driving.

Now, they were all on the couches, Louis still asleep, waiting to be called in one at a time. Niall also asleep, snoring loudly.

"Liam." A lady walked out from the booth. Liam walked in and shut the door behind him.

"Is he feeling any better, mate?" Zayn asked Harry, glancing at Louis.

Harry played with Louis' fringe and shook his head. "No he's still not feeling well. He's got a fever, and he's been getting sick. Management wouldn't let him stay at the bus."

Zayn frowned. "Of course they wouldn't. Stupid management. Let me know if we can do anything."

Harry smiled slightly. "Thanks Z."

Louis whimpered in his sleep. His eyes fluttered open and he sat up slowly, clutching his stomach. "I think I'm gonna be sick again."

Harry hurriedly motioned to the trash bin. Zayn shot up from the couch grabbing it, and rushing over to Louis shoving it under his chin right before he threw up.

He finished quickly and was now just dry-heaving, not having eaten anything that day. His eyes were stinging and his head was pounding.

Zayn grimaced. "You know what? Fuck management. Harry, take Lou back to the bus. Me and Niall will take of it." He stood up and looked over at Niall, who was started to drool. "I'll take of it. Feel better, Lou." He finished, walking into the recording room.

Louis nodded and Harry smiled at him in thanks. He helped Louis stand up from the couch, but barely walked a couple steps forward before Louis was clutching his stomach again.

He let out a strangled whine and Harry reached for the bin again, but Louis shook his head. "False alarm, sorry."

"You don't need to apologize, baby, let's just get you back to the bus. Well try to get you to keep some food down, and then we'll cuddle as much as you want, okay?"

"That sounds nice. Not the food part, that sounds gross, but the cuddle part." Louis nodded to himself and groaned, grabbing his head. "Can you carry me? I think I'm going to pass out."

Harry took notice of how Louis was looking paler by the second and scooped him into his arms, careful not to rattle his stomach too much. "I got you, Lou. Always."

Louis smiled slightly. "I know, Hazza." He mumbled out a 'love you' before burying his head in Harry's neck.

"Love you too, Lou." Harry whispered, pushing the door open with his back and letting it slam shut behind him.

Niall snorted awake at the loud noise and looked around. He frowned in confusion at not seeing any of his band mates. "Hello?" After getting no response he shrugged, letting his gaze slip to the coffee table, something catching his eye. He squealed in excitement and pulled out his phone, going to order Nando's after grabbing Zayn wallet.

"Hey!"

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