1D | I'm Right Here

Harry Fever

Louis's POV
As I came to, I noticed that the cabin was brighter than it was yesterday. It was still toasty warm from having the fire on, and sun rays were beaming in through the windows. I adjusted my eyes and looked around. Snow was half way up the windows, and I wondered if we were snowed in.

I turned around, ready to see Harry peacefully asleep so that I could wake him up with kisses, but what actually greeted me made the warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach fall away. Harry looked sick, he was sweating and shaking. Small noises escaped from his mouth and I wrapped my arms gently around him.
"Harry? Baby? What's wrong?" I asked as I was still half asleep myself. Harry didn't reply, he just murmured quietly and I felt his hands grip my pyjama top. "Harry honey. What is it?" I asked as I kissed him on the cheek to try and get him to come to a bit more.
"Hmnmn, hmnmnurmn, Lou," He murmured as he gripped my top tighter.
"It's ok baby, I'm right here," I told him as I raised my hand to brush through his hair. "Harry? Oh," I said before I put the back of my hand onto his forehead. Harry was roasting. His forehead was boiling, and I knew that the blankets weren't helping him with this new fever, so I threw them off us and Harry moaned.
"No. No, Lou," Harry begged.
"I know Harry. I'm really sorry, but you've got a fever love," I told him as I kissed his forehead. Harry was shivering badly and I knew that he was feeling cold. It broke my heart as I knew that he just wanted to feel warm, but I was doing this to help him feel better.

I stood up and went over to the sink, grabbed a dishcloth, dampened it and came back over to Harry. He had curled himself into a ball and he was starting to cry. "Oh Harry. Baby, I'm so sorry," I told him as I rested the cloth against his forehead.
"Feel sick," Harry whispered.
"I know darling, just take some deep breaths for me," I told him as I gently rubbed my hand against his shoulder. It was now that Liam appeared from his and Niall's room, he was still half asleep as he wandered to the kitchen and got a glass of milk. "Morning Liam," I whispered, but it still made him jump and spill his milk.
"Argh! Don't do that to me Louis!"
"Sorry mate."
"How did you sleep? How's..." Liam said before he stopped talking as he saw Harry curled up in a ball on the floor without any blankets covering him. "What's happened?"
"He's got a fever, and he feels sick."
"Nurgh," Harry moaned as Liam came over.
"Oh Harry. It's not your day is it?" Liam said as he stroked his hand through Harry's hair.
"Can you help me get him upstairs Liam? I want to lie him on our bed."
"Of course," Liam replied before he gently lifted the shivering Harry into his arms. "Hold onto me Harry, it's ok." Liam said and Harry grabbed onto his shirt. I went and re-dampened the cloth before I joined Liam as he lay a single sheet over Harry.
"Cold," Harry said and I sat on the bed beside him as he tried to wrap himself in the sheet as much as he could. He was sweating quite badly now and I put the cloth gently onto his forehead.
"I know honey, but you've got a fever and you just feel like you're cold."
"I don't want to be cold again. I don't..."
"Hey, hey, hey, darling, it's ok. You're not cold, you're ok. I'm never going to let you be that cold again," I said and Harry snuggled into me.
"Once we've got to get your temperature down Harry, we'll get you tucked up nice and comfy ok?" Liam said and Harry nodded.
"Ah!" Came a yelp from downstairs as there was a loud thud.
"That'll be Niall trying to cuddle you Liam," I told him.
"Yeah, and he's fallen off the bed again," Liam said before he rushed down the stairs. I turned back and ran my hand through Harry's hair.

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Once Liam had got Niall up, they came to join us and Niall brought a bin, just in case Harry was sick.
"Morning Harry, I heard that you're not feeling very well," Niall said as he sat on the bed.
"No. I'm... freezing and Lou won't... give me any blankets," Harry said as he shivered.
"He's got a bad fever Niall. He probably got sick from being out in the cold for so long yesterday."
"Yeah. I think you're right."
"Paul's meant to pick us up at 4pm, but shall I call him and ask him to come by earlier?"
"I think that would be good Liam, thanks."
"Ok," Liam said before he brought out his phone and called Paul. Niall and I stayed with Harry as Liam explained the events of the last two days to Paul.