Love Me Until I Love Myself

"Can't smell anything." he sighed, defeated. His lips were in a pout. He's been pouting a lot Harry noticed.

Chuckling, he gently brushed away Louis' swoopy fringe that couldn't seem to quit falling into his eyes. "You know why? Cause you're sick."

Louis only rolled his eyes. "Yeah, no shit H."

Or the one where an anticipated date night takes an unexpected turn for the better when Harry discovers his boyfriend under the weather and incredibly clingy.

But he wouldn't have it any other way of course.