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"Haz? Come on, you gotta get up love. I made coffee." Louis sighed, brushing back Harry's locks before shaking him a bit.

Today was shopping day for the two newly weds in their flat, and though Harry usually loved decorating, he was tired and just sore all around.

"Louis, can't we do it tomorrow? I'm not feeling too great."

And no, Harry wasn't just trying to get out of shopping. He actually felt that if he moved, he would either vomit or cry. Both equally embarrsssing.

Louis folds his arms across his chest and huffs.

"Harry, you said that last time now let's go! The picture frames and bookshelves aren't going to buy themselves."

And with that, Louis has sassily walked out and slammed the door, making Harry wince. The younger lad sighed and sat up, feeling his stomach turn a little. He knew there was no way he could get out of this, so he got himself up and slipped into the shower, hoping the warm water would make him feel a little better.

He let the stream run down his back and soak his hair. Harry felt unbelievably dizzy already so he decided to just sit and wash his hair as quickly as he could.

"Ten minutes!" Louis shouted as soon as Harry stepped out. He was wrong about the shower because it only made him feel worse. He groaned and trudged to his closet, picking out a sweater and the most comfortable pair of sweats he could find before putting on a beanie and a pair of Vans.

"Your coffee got cold so I put it in the- What the hell are you wearing?" Louis asked, snickering at the taller boy.

"What do you mean?" He asked, absentmindedly smoothing out his sweater.

"I mean you look awful, but it's too late to change. IKEA is going to be crowded soon and I am not looking forward to that."

Harry was about to defend himself when Louis grabbed the keys and walked out the door without Harry.

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They both sat in the car; Harry resting his head on the cool window, closing his eyes. His stomach was churning by now and he was almost positive if Louis made another sharp turn, his uneaten breakfast would be on the dash.

"Louis, c-can you go a little easier on the turns? I'm not feeling really well.."

Harry groaned and winced, feeling Louis make another sharp turn and curse under his breath.

"Fucking idiots don't know how to drive apparently." Louis muttered and Harry squeaked, almost crying.

"Louis.." He tried to say again, swallowing harshly. His stomach was not cooperating with him and he didn't know how long he was going to last.

The older lad sighed and rolled his eyes, turning his attention to Harry.

"Harry, your voice has got to be the most annoying thing I have ever heard in a long time. Please, for my sake, stop talking."

Harry was utterly taken aback by what Louis just said to him and ended up having to push back the tears.

"Why would you say that to me? What did I even do?" Harry asked, his voice beginning to crack.

"If you're going to cry, just go ahead and tell me so I can turn up the radio."

Harry simply looked at him with tears in his eyes and decided not to say anything back because his head hurt like hell and he couldn't handle another argument. And soon, there were at IKEA and Louis wasted no time getting out and leaving Harry.

"What the hell is his problem?" Harry said to himself as he unbuckled and slowly followed.

His stomach hurt like hell and he could almost taste the coffee he didn't drink this morning, but he knew he had to suck it up and smile at ugly paintings and hideous bookshelves for the next hour because it's what Louis wanted.