One Direction Sickfics

Liam sick- for 1Dsickfics*extended

. The request for this was the broadest thing ever so I'm gonna take the opportunity to make this a little different than usual. Let's see how it goes. . .

Louis stared at the ceiling, still beneath his covers. If he shifted even slightly the crinkling of the sheets would stop him being able to listen to the sounds coming from the floor above him. He couldn't sleep, and it wasn't just because the boy in the apartment above him had footfalls louder and heavier than if an elephant was stomping around up there. He had a nagging feeling, and every time he tried to fall asleep he imagined a different scenario of what would happen if he appeared in the gorgeous doe eyed lad's doorway at two am that was was so detailed and vibrant his eyes would pop open and he'd have to resist the urge to get out of bed and head for the stairs.

The stomping started again. It went for fifteen seconds, tops, just like it had all the other times, and then it would stop for the next half hour or so. Louis had no idea what was going on up there. A HIIT workout? The boy definitely fit enough to be the type. Maybe he had people over.
He didn't know what it was, but something was beginning to just feel off. He wanted to go see what his nameless crush was up to at this time in the morning.
In the end he became unable to talk himself out of it any longer. He clambered out of bed and got quickly got changed before checking himself in the bathroom mirror. He'd been so still listening for sounds that his hair wasn't even half the usual mess it was when he slept, and despite not getting a wink so far that night he looked surprisingly perky. He nodded at his reflection, not bad for before dawn.

He got halfway up the stairs before realising that he'd forgotten shoes. The thick Christmas socks on his feet were warm enough to keep him from noticing up until he started skipping steps and his legs stretched high enough for them to land in his vision. He wasn't going to go back now, he hated the stairs, but it wasn't even Christmas and he was embarrassed about the stupid socks already. They were the warmest pair he had and the heating had blown out in his apartment. Desperate times, desperate measures.

Louis didn't allow himself any time to pause and think before he rapped his knuckles against the door.

At first he didn't think his knock was going to be answered and rather than try again he contemplated just going back to his place. It was an idiotic idea, he never should have come, why did he even-
The door swung open and Louis startled before collecting himself. He knew how to do this, he could make conversation. He could be flirty. He was confident usually but there was something about his neighbour that shook him up.

"Oh, um, next floor down, right? What are you doing here?"
Louis smiled brightly, trying his best not to appear awkward.
"I couldn't help but hear you running around up here, I think my place is right below yours and-"
"I'm keeping you up, aren't I? I'm so sorry."
Louis frowned as the boy in front of him hid his pink face in his hands.
"I didn't mean to make you feel bad about it, I was just curious as to what you're doing," Louis said.

"It's really just- everything's fine. I'll try be quieter. You should go."
Louis looked down at his socks. Maybe they were the reason he was being sent away so quickly, ugly things. Or maybe he'd said something wrong. He really wished that this had gone the way it happened in his head.
"Okay, well, sorry to disturb you. I'll get go-"
His voice trailed off as his night time curiosity suddenly rushed off, leaving him alone in the doorway. Louis wasn't sure what to think. Was he supposed to follow?
He peered inside and scanned around the spotlessly clean entrance before hearing the familiar sound of someone being ill.
All the pieces fell into place. The abruptness, the running around, poor guy had been in and out of the bathroom since Louis had hit the hay at ten a clock.