Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Shivers

Harry's not too sure why he's woken up a shivering mess, but Louis' there to love him till he's warm

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Harry is shivering before he opens his eyes, which is strange considering it's the end of June and the temperatures are actually nearing the 20s. But that's besides the point as Harry is adamant he's half-freezing to death so he clutches the duvet tighter around his shoulders, seeming to bury his face into his pillow as his curls splay out beside him. Still in his sleepy state, he's sure Louis must have the air conditioning turned up to the max. Speaking of Louis, where even is he—

Harry blindly reaches out for his husband, only to be met by cold empty sheets, and he groans as another chill deep in his bones makes him pull his arm back into his nest of a duvet. He must have slept in late, or Louis just woke up extremely early for once. With a heavy sigh, he kicks off his only source of warmth, the duvet slipping onto the floor as Harry shivers violently. To say he's baffled is an understatement; it's way too bright to be 7am.

Yawning again, he shuffles over to the shared wardrobe, picking out whatever he can find first. He grabs a navy blue sweater, pulling it on as he shivers for the hundredth time since he's woken up. Harry can't tell whether it's the cold, or how irritatingly itchy the material is, but he puts up with it, smoothing the wrinkles out of his joggers before he heads downstairs.

When the curly-haired enters the open space area, he can't help but smile at the other brunette, watching him intently as he hums to himself, picking up one of the magazines off the coffee table. Harry had convinced him to buy that. 'Oh but please Louis look at her outfit!' and Louis just can't say no to how juvenile Harry looks, despite being over 6ft tall. Harry frowns as he wraps his arms across his chest, silently making his way to the kitchen counter to secure himself a cup of tea.

Louis turns his head to the sound of clattering, beaming a bright smile as he places the magazine back onto the table. "Morning Love, slept well?" He asks, turning his body around as he rests his elbows against the back of the sofa, staring at Harry fondly. It takes Harry a couple of seconds to realise Louis is talking to him, but he turns and offers a flash of a smile and a thumbs up, turning back round to pick up the kettle. Though the jug was far heavier than Harry remembered it to be, his arm quivering as he struggled to poor the boiling water into the mug. It was only then that Harry realised how shaky he really was, urging his hands to quit trembling. Finally, after burning himself a couple times, Harry had finished making the tea.

He swooped it up cautiously, bringing the hot beverage to his mouth. Harry blinked. Suddenly he felt rather outer-body. Was he dreaming? He placed the back of his free hand against his forehead, blinking again before he dropped the mug. Eyes widening, he squeaked and took a step back, only to see a smooth hand swerve in to catch it. "Woah that was close."

Harry doesn't know whether he should laugh or cry. He just blankly stares at Louis, lips smacking as he tries to apologise, only for no words to come out his mouth. "Harry?" Louis rests his hand against the scratchy fabric of Harry's sweater, head cocking to the side as he watches his husband intently, eyebrows knitting together in worry. "You're shaking."

All Harry can do is frantically nod, blinking back the tears threatening to spill. "Oh come here sweets." Louis envelopes the taller boy into a hug, reaching onto his tippy-toes to plant a kiss to Harry's forehead, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. Smoothing his thumb across the slight growing stubble on Harry's jawline, Louis pulls away grabbing the tea they had momentarily discarded and linking an arm with Harry's, bringing the pair of them to sit on the sofa.

"Are you cold at all? You're shivering quite a bit." Harry sighed, leaned further into the couch as his eyes grew drowsy. "A little, I guess." Louis let out a heavy sigh, slumping next to Harry and swinging an arm smoothly to wrap around his husband's shoulder. "Here, have some more of your tea." The curly boy nods, grasping onto the mug and bringing it to his lips, taking a few swigs of the lukewarm tea.

Harry struggles to contain his shivers, trembling against Louis as he leans his head on his shoulder, resting the empty mug in his lap as his hands wrap around it for warmth. With a tut and shake of the head, Louis stands up and squats in front of Harry, grabbing the other's hands in his own. "We should go to bed before you pass out on here." Louis holds back a snort, helping his husband up onto his feet and leading him back to their bedroom (after cranking up the heating more for Harry's benefit than his own).

Louis manages to settle Harry down on the mattress, before urging to 'swaddle his husband like a burrito' as Harry softly declines but Louis insists, wrapping him in as many throws and blankets he can find. He soon joins an increasingly needy Harry in bed, wrapping him up in his arms and planting kisses to his strawberry scented curls, earning nothing more than soft purring and hums.

But Louis still frowns after a short silence, he's still shivering. "Lou-" Louis peers down at Harry, tilting his head to the side. "Why am I even shaking?" To be completely honest neither of the pair have the slightest clue, but Louis has a faint idea. He'd remembered his mum saying something about fevers and colds and stuff like that when Harry had fallen ill at his parent's last Christmas, but Harry hadn't been shivering this violently, not without having a fever or any sign of being sick.

With a short hum, Louis rests his hand against Harry's forehead, then his cheeks. No fever. "Maybe your body is just trying to fight off an infection, Love?" He settles, feeling rather proud at how factual and knowledgable that sounded. Harry just looks up at Louis with those glassy eyes that make Louis' heart shatter into a million different pieces. "It's nothing to be worried about. You should take a nap and we'll see how you feel afterwards, hmm? Then we can book you a doctors appointment if that makes you feel better." Louis offers Harry a smile, which is enough for the curly-haired to sigh in relief and nod, burying himself further into Louis' chest.

And Louis toys at Harry's curls, twirling the strands around his fingers and pulling on them lightly, watching them spring back to their normal shape as Harry's eyes slowly close, blinking becoming less frequent until a heavy exhale leaves his parted lips. Louis scrunches his nose, lips going pointy as he hides a grin, peppering his husband's forehead in sloppy kisses before pulling away to admire him.

No longer shivering, no longer tense, completely mush in Louis' arms and Louis takes that as a compliment, sighing softly and resuming to playing with Harry's curls.

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Just a short one to kick start this book (:

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