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carsick

Neither Louis or Harry really knew why they should go by car.

The train was faster, and more comfortable, but for some reason Louis just wouldn't step foot in a train.

The people there were too loud, there were too many screaming children and the smell made him feel disgusting.

Harry drove the car, and Louis sat next to him. They were just about ten minutes away from London.

"Harry, Don't drive so fast." Louis asked quietly, his small legs pulled to his chest and his arms rested over his waist.

"I'm only going eighty, Louis, thats the speed limit." Harry answered, rather confused as to why Louis wanted him to slow down.

"Please go slower." Louis groaned again, letting his head fall back. He hated it when Harry drove. He'd always slam on the brakes at odd times and accelerate only because he knew it scared the hell out of Louis.

"What, like this?" Harry teased, stepping on the gas and letting go on occasions. Louis held his breath and shut his eyes.

"Stop it, please, you're making me feel nauseated." Louis practically begged. Harry kept stepping on the gas and letting go and Louis was almost positive he was going to lose it.

"Harry! Are you serious, stop!" Louis cried and finally Harry felt bad. He leaned over to kiss Louis but the older lad batted his hand away.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop. I feel bad now." Harry giggled, looking from the road to Louis occasionally.

"Pull over." Louis gasped as he covered his mouth, burping softly into his hand.

Harry started to laugh.

"You can't be serious, Louis, now?" He snorted, knowing Louis wasn't kidding, but decided to poke fun at his boyfriend.

Louis began to cry and the good part of Harry's conscious guided the steering wheel to the left and turned on the emergency lights.

Almost immediately, Louis tumbled out and started to retch unsuccessfully, bringing up only coughs and saliva.

"Louis, come on, I didn't think you'd actually-"

"Actually what?" Louis snapped, still doubled over. "Actually start crying and puking? You know I hate it when you drive so fast!" He sniffled.

Harry scratched the back of his head before walking over to Louis and pulling back his hair. He rubbed his boyfriends back as he finally let out one last dry heave.

Harry winced as it splashed on Louis' shoes and onto the grass. It was an unpleasant sight and smell for that matter.

Louis was getting weak and he would have fallen in the disgusting puddle of breakfast if Harry hadn't of been holding him.

"You alright?"Harry asked when Louis spit again.

The smaller boy nodded feebly before kicking off his shoes and climbing back into the range rover.

"Lou, I'm sorry." Harry stressed, putting the keys back into the ignition. Louis' stomach was still turning like crazy but it was better now. All he wanted right now was a shower and a nap.

"Just take me home, asshole, I smell like vomit." He sassily replied. The gravel rolled underneath the tires as Harry pulled back onto the highway, making sure he went slow this time.

As soon as they were back inside their flat, Louis felt nauseous again so he hurried upstairs and into the bathroom- Harry following closely behind.

When he turned the corner her heard Louis crying and trotted into the unreasonably large bathroom.

"You're just stressing yourself out, LouLou, we aren't even in the car anymore."

Louis' only response was a cough.

"Your driving fucks me up, Harold."

Harold. He knew Louis must have really been angry.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to poke a little fun at you, not have you hate me!"

Louis rested his head on the toilet and let Harry brush back his hair.

"I feel awful.." He groaned, closing his eyes.

"And it's your fault."

Harry sighed and decided to brush Louis' teeth and start a shower for him, speaking that he did still smell awful.

After about thirty minuets of coaxing Louis off the floor and into the shower, Harry fixed the living room into a cinema, almost.

There were an abundance of blankets, movies and saltines for Louis to snack on if he was done being sick- and if not, there was a bin there as well.

"What's all of this?" Louis asked, coming downstairs in an oversized sweater and leggings.

"An apology? I guess." Harry snorted and Louis couldn't help but smile.

"Shall we?" Harry asked, kissing his lover's temple. Louis yawned and nodded, flopping into the couch, resting his head in Harry's lap.

And with that, and many apologies later, they were both watching a Harry Potter marathon and back together as one.

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that sucked so bad but idc i'm writing a ton tonight. I love you all 🔮⭐️🌱