Larry One Shots

Harry: Stomach Flu (3)

Harry POV

I came home the next morning, well rested and rehydrated. I went back to bed as we woke up quite early, but Louis had some places to go and went out with a couple of his friends, so I was by myself for the morning. I woke up again around 11am and went downstairs to the kitchen. I actually felt like eating something for the first time in a few days, so I just made myself some simple toast.

I headed into the living room and turned the tv on, finding a random show to watch for the afternoon. I heard Louis' car pull into the garage and him get out. I put my plate in the kitchen sink and went to greet him at the door. However, when he came in, he looked very pale and practically dragged himself to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. Familiar site, I thought to myself. I waited about 10 minutes before I decided to check in on him.

"Lou? Are you okay? You didn't look too good?" I tugged on the door knob, trying to open it, but it was still locked.

Soon enough he opened the door, but he made his way back in front of the toilet, throwing up, just like I did a few days prior. I went over to him and tried to comfort him and I could tell he had a fever. I grabbed the thermometer and placed it in his ear and sure enough it was quite high. 103.4.

"Aw babe your fever is quite high. Are you done?" He nodded yes, so I helped him up and to the couch. I laid him down and got him a blanket, a glass of water, and some paracetamol. He took it down with ease and no fuse, unlike me, and I sat next to him. He was definitely crying and tried to hide it by burying his face in the blanket. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry." I pulled him close to me and we snuggled for a few minutes before I decided to ask what he was apologizing for.

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything." He shook his head no before looking me in the eyes.

"No, I woke up really early this morning and felt awful. After we got home, I took my temp because I was cold and it was 101. I should have told you but I didn't want to have you, who is just recovering, to have to take care of me, so I forced myself to go. My friends knew I looked off, so we took it easy, but I just felt so sick. I was holding it in all day and I haven't eaten or drinken anything, so now I have a headache. I should have just told you." He said drinking some more water.

"Woah easy Lou. I know you don't want to get dehydrated like I did, but you have to take it slow to make sure you don't upset your stomach. And it's okay, but yeah you should have told me. I honestly feel a lot better and actually ate something for the first time in like 3 days, so I would have been fine."

"Okay" He said quietly and that made me smile, which made him smile. He closed his eyes and I knew he was tired, so I let him sleep while I did some work.

A few days later, Louis was feeling a whole lot better and recovered at about the same speed I did. We only had a few days after this whole ordeal to ourselves before we had to go back to work, so we spent that time together, alone, and together, with Niall and Liam. Mostly going out to lunch or staying in and playing video games together. It was great to be feeling better and to have an amazing boyfriend and friends.