Always You (L.S.) (Completed)

Chapter 31: Sick

Enjoy my lazy readers!

(June 15th)

LOUIS

I woke up with a nauseous sensation in my stomach, and a burning in my throat. I jumped out of bed and just made it to the toilet before I was throwing up all the contents of my stomach.

"Ugh," I groaned, putting a hand to my head.

"Baby, are you okay?" Harry came to the doorway of the bathroom looking worried.

"I-I'm fine," I smiled weakly, but five seconds later I was throwing up in the toilet again.

Harry rushed over and rubbed my back soothingly. 

"Oh baby, you must be sick or something. I'll clean this up, go back in bed and I'll get you something."

I tried to stand up, but my legs felt weak. I shook my head at him and he immediately understood. He picked me up gently, and set me on the counter. I looked at him in confusion but he didn't look at me, picking up a toothbrush.

"Haz, you don't need to-"

"Baby, you're sick. I'm going to take complete care of you, okay?" He looked at me sternly, and I sighed.

"Okay."

He brushed my teeth quickly and brought me to bed, tucking me into the covers and kissing my forehead. 

"Do you want anything baby?" he asked.

"Can I have some tea please? My throat hurts."

He smiled. "Sure."

He left, and my face fell into a frown as I tried to ignore the cramping feeling in my stomach.

The door opened again and Anne entered. "Harry told me that you were sick. He's downstairs making you tea right now, but here's some medicine, it should make you feel better for a while."

I thanked her and she left.

A few minutes later, Harry came back with my tea. "Small sips, it's hot," he warned me.

I grinned at him. "I think I can take- Ow! Holy fuck that's hot!"

He grimaced. "Louis! I told you to be careful!"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine, promise."

He sighed and lay down next to me.

"Kiss," I demanded but he shook his head.

"Sorry, baby, no kisses till you feel better."

I pouted. "But-But I wanna kiss."

He cooed, and kissed my cheek. "Better?"

"No, lips!" I whined and he laughed.

"You're adorably grumpy in the mornings," he told me. "And clingy too. I love it."

I glared at him. "Shut up."

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By the time afternoon came around, I was a lot better, and could move around just fine.

"Hazza, can I have a kiss now?" I wrapped my arms around his waist, giving him to puppy-dog eyes.

He sighed, but complied, leaning down and kissing me softly. "If I get sick, I'm blaming you."

"Aw," I cooed, patting his cheek. "I'll take care of you don't worry."

He stuck his tongue out at me, and I touched my tongue to his. He leapt back, surprised.

"Louis, what the fuck?" he exclaimed, as I doubled over laughing. "That's so gross!"

I wiped a tear from my eye. "The look you just gave me. Hilarious."

He glared at me. "Yes very funny. Now, let's go. I wanna go on the swings."

He skipped out the door and I shook my head, amused. "I'm dating a man-child."

"You love me!" he yelled back.

"That I do, Styles, that I do."