Larry One Shots

Louis: Soccer Match (5)

Sorry if this is bad, I had terrible writer's block during this and just couldn't decide what I wanted to write which is why the previous chapter seemed to end short. Sorry if this story seems to end abruptly because I honestly don't know what to write. I'm really sorry!

I finished helping Louis to the bathroom and got him situated back in bed. Sam came back in and hooked him up to the IV and we were able to talk a little more before he drifted off to sleep again. I eventually fell asleep too.

We went home a few days later. Louis was still trying to get comfortable with his cast and his crutches, but he was getting there. I didn't need to constantly stand behind him or near him in case he fell. In fact he fell once, and I was determined to not let it happen again. The pain meds that he was given for home were only to be taken if needed and recommended that he take paracetamol or ibuprofen instead. But there was one day that he really needed them.

"Lou you want paracetamol or ibuprofen today?" I asked prepping his breakfast and tea along with his meds.

"Can I get the prescription stuff actually? It's really sore today." He asked, adjusting himself on the couch.

"You sure baby?" I asked, concerned for the side effects of the medication.

"Yes. I'll stay on the couch today. Promise I'll be fine." I sighed, but reluctantly got him what he asked. "I have to run to the store, are you sure you'll be okay by yourself for a few hours?"

"Yes Haz, I'll be fine." I kissed him on the forehead. "I'll be back soon. Call me if you need anything and I mean anything. Promise?"

"Promise. Now go so you can get back." He said, smiling.

"Love you." I said.

"Love you too!" He shouted as I walked out the front door.

Louis POV

It had been about 2 hours since Harry left and he should be home soon. The pain meds were working wonders and helping a lot. The only side effects from the prescription pain meds is that I get dizzy really easy and I have to use the bathroom a lot. Not the best combo, but I've been okay so far. I had to use the bathroom for like the 5th time that day, and it was getting annoying. I got up and started to head to the bathroom when I started to get really dizzy. I tried to steady myself on the frame of the bathroom door, but I couldn't hold myself up and fell. I hit my head slightly on the wall, but it wasn't too hard. When I finally gained my composure, I took my phone out, thank god, and called Harry, as I promised him that I would call him if I needed something and I really needed to wee. He answered quickly.

"Hi darling, I'm about 15 minutes away. What's up?" I stayed silent as I didn't want to ruin his mood. "Lou? You okay?"

"Umm- I-" I stuttered and decided I'll just wait til he gets home. "Nevermind. See you when you get home."

"Wait Lou you obviously called me for a reason. What's up? And don't lie." I bit my lip, nervous to tell Harry.

"Okay, but promise me not to freak out okay?"

"Okay, but you're scaring me Lou."

"I fell, but I'm okay, just can't get up. Just come home." It was silent, both of us unsure what to say after that.

"What? Lou why didn't you start with that. I'm pulling in now. I'll be there in a few minutes." He hung up and I was nervous that Harry was mad at me. I heard the car door, and then soon the front door. "Lou?" He called out.

"In here!" I yelled back. He came to the bathroom and saw the sight of me lying on the floor.

"Gosh Lou, are you okay?" He came and sat beside me, putting his hand on my throbbing head. "Did you hit your head?" I just nodded and he gave me a sad smile. "Come on let's get you back to the couch." But before he could do anything, I put my hand up.

"No can you help me use the bathroom first. I hadn't actually made it." I asked, slightly embarrassed.

"Of course darling. Come on." He lifted me up gently, handing me my crutches again, while I did my business. Then he carried me back to the living room and placed me gently on the couch. "Do you want some ice for your head?

"Yea and umm maybe some ibuprofen?" I asked, slightly embarrassed by what happened.

"Sure. I'll be right back." He left and returned with everything I had asked for.

Over the next few weeks, Louis slowly started to recover and he got used to his crutches. About 6 weeks later he got his cast off and started physical therapy right away, gaining all his strength and mobility back.

Again sorry if this ended short, but I still didn't have any motivation for this story, so I just wanted it to end. It took me days to write this chapter, when all the other chapters were written in about an hour. Sorry! Hopefully the next stories are better!