Wanted Most - Larry Stylinson AU

Part Twenty-Three

[A/N]: I'm so sleepy right now xD there might be a lot of errors. I hope there wasn't fanart that I forgot about? If there is just slap me or something...

The nurses were literally always in Louis' room, preventing him from being able to text Harry. His mother even had to exit the room if she wanted to call Lottie, who was on her way home from UNI to see Louis. But apparently the nurses were needed, and Louis had to get the oxygen tubes back in his nose, as a few hours after his mother arrived his chest felt so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

They elevated him after x-raying his chest again, they found that he was developing pneumonia, which led to him having a slight fever and an extremely difficult time breathing. They gave him drugs that, unlike the other drugs, made him nauseous rather than happy or tired. He sat pouting and shivering in the hospital bed as painful coughs shook him and asked his mother to cover him with Harry's coats. His head was pounding and he wanted to read, but he knew it would worsen his headache. He was too embarrassed to ask his mother to read to him, wanting more than ever for Harry to be there with him. His mother was great, she'd taken care of him for as long as he could remember, but Harry was just... Harry. His boyfriend. Louis really liked that. There was something about him that made Louis feel great even when he felt horrible.

His mum turned on the television the room had, but the only decent thing on was the news, and once Jay realized that Louis was the lead story, the television was instantly off again.

"Well on the bright side, no one knows that you're in this hospital besides the nurses and guards," Jay sighed, walking over to Louis to frown and fix his hair in a motherly fashion.

"And Harry," Louis croaked out through slightly chattering teeth.

Jay bit her lip, pulling Harry's coats a little further up Louis' body, "You're still cold?"

"It hurts so bad to shiver," Louis nodded.

"You already have so many blankets, though, love," Jay said softly.

"I need my space heater," Louis requested. "When will he get here, what time is it?"

"Well Lottie and Fliss are going to be here later on as well, remember?" his mother reminded. "Still only two people allowed in the room. Your space heater, which I assume is Harry, will have to wait."

Louis smiled slightly, "I am excited to see them..."

"They're going to cry all over you," she chuckled.

"Well for the record I'll probably cry all over them, too, and then my nose will get all stuffy and I won't be able to use these oxygen tubes and I'll cough a lot-" Louis rambled until Jay pressed a finger to her lips.

"Louis. Save your energy."

"Can I text Egghead?" Louis requested.

Jay looked to the door, almost as if waiting for a nurse to come through it, but then handed her phone over with a sigh, "I'm surprised he doesn't get offended at that name."

"He knows I don't think his head is shaped like an egg," Louis explained. "He's just... he's my Egghead. But now you've made me self-conscious!"

Louis: Babe, is it okay that I call you Egghead?!

His mother chuckled, "I'm sure it's fine. What does he call you again?"

"Shakira," Louis smiled fondly. "I like when he calls me that."

"Well then he probably doesn't mind when you call him Egghead," his mother assured. "Now just... as much as I love listening to what you have to say, stop talking so much. You can barely breathe correctly as it is."