Larry One Shots

Harry: Sick after a Fight (2)

 I knocked gently on the front door and Liam greeted me. I walked to the couch, practically collapsing cause I was so tired and dizzy. He placed a head on my forehead and took it back quickly realizing how hot I felt.

"Damn Haz, you are really warm. Did you check your temp?" I just shook my head no and he went to get a thermometer. He put the thermometer in my ear, waited for the beep and then took it out. "Yup your fever is 102.1. Did you take any medicine?"

"Yea I took some paracetamol cause I knew I had a fever, just didn't actually take it."

"What happened with you and Louis?" Liam asked, sitting beside me and handing me a glass of water. I swatted it away so he just placed it on the coffee table.

"He went out with his friends like he always does on the weekends, leaving me alone and asking me to clean up the house a little bit. Well I felt sick and couldn't stand without getting really dizzy, so I laid on the couch and fell asleep. He didn't like that, scolded for not cleaning, then slammed the bedroom door. He was drunk and I know he gets angry when he's drunk, but it really hurt. And now I just feel guilty and sick." I sneezed a few times and then my stomach started to hurt.

"Harry just because he is drunk and was out with his friends doesn't give him the right to talk to you like that. Let me call him and-"

"No please he's probably passed out in the bed and sleeping. Let him. I'll talk to him in the morning." Liam smiled and I went to stand up as I needed the bathroom as my stomach was churning and making noises. I did get dizzy and Liam kind of caught me, helping me stand up straight.

"Where are you going?" He asked, trying to pull me back down to sit.

"I need the toilet." I said.

"Okay let me help you so you don't fall on your face." He chuckled and walked me to the bathroom. As we walked, I asked,

"Is Niall here?" Liam nodded and helped me pull my pants down. I stopped him from going any further.

"Yes Niall is here, but he's probably sleeping, but I'll let him know you are here. Are you good here?" I nodded and he smiled, leaving me alone.

Liam's POV

As I waited for Harry to finish in the bathroom, I went to the bedroom to find Niall curled up and asleep. I made my way over to him and kissed him on the cheek before gently stirring him awake.

"Niall," I said, shaking his shoulder. "Get up."

"Liam what the hell?" He said sitting up and pushing me off of him. "It's just before 10 pm. I told you I was going to bed. Why are you waking me up?"

"Harry's here. And he's sick. And Louis' drunk and angry at him. It's a long story, but can you help me help him? He asked about you." Niall rolled his eyes, but reluctantly got up.

"Fine, but only for Harry. I'll be down in a minute." I nodded and left him to put his clothes on while I checked on Harry. I heard a bang come from the bathroom and sped up my pace to make sure that he was okay.

"Harry?" I knocked on the door and he didn't answer at first, but then he opened the door. "You alright? Did you fall?"

"No." I took him by the waist and guided him to the couch. "I hit the wall when I stood up. I think I'm just really tired and my stomach hurts."

"Okay let's lie you down. Do you want a heating pad or something?" I asked, handing him the blanket.

"Yea that would be nice. Do you have soup?" Harry asked.

"We might. I'll be right back." I got up and saw Niall coming down the stairs. I motioned him over while I went to get the stuff Harry asked for. When I came back a few minutes later Niall was hugging Harry, which I thought was really sweet. I gave him the soup and the heating pad. He got comfortable and I gave him the tv remote in case he got bored and couldn't sleep. I told Niall to come into the kitchen for a minute.

"Should we call Louis? Harry asked me not to, but I think he should know that Harry is actually sick." I asked Niall and he just shrugged.

"Maybe we should talk to Harry and ask him what he wants to do. He probably doesn't want to see Louis right now, so we should just wait til morning."

"Okay, fine. Want to go to bed?" Niall nodded and we passed the living room to see Harry already asleep. I went over and put the blanket over him and turned the tv off before following Niall up the stairs and into bed.

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I had woken around 2 in the morning to some noises downstairs. I was a pretty light sleeper, so any noise woke me up. I decided to go and check on Harry. I freed myself from Niall's grasp and he just groaned and turned over. I put my t-shirt and shorts on before heading downstairs. I noticed that Harry wasn't on the couch and saw the bathroom light was on. I went over to see Harry leaning against the wall, knees to his chest and definitely crying.

"Harry." I said sympathetically, kneeling beside him. "What happened?"

"I just threw up and I think I might have passed out afterward cause I'm not exactly sure how I got here. I might have crawled because I was too dizzy. Now I have a headache and probably still have a fever." I nodded and grabbed the thermometer off the counter, putting it in his ear. He was right.

"Yea your fever is 101.5. Better than earlier but still high. You can take some more medicine now. Do you want something for your nausea too?" He nodded and I left to grab the medicine. I came back quick and handed him the pills and a glass of water. "Want to go back to sleep?"

"Yea, but I don't know if I can stand without falling." He said.

"It's fine I'll help ya. Come on." I took him under the armpits and lifted him up. I practically carried him back to the couch and he was out when I laid him down. I cleaned up the bathroom a little then went back upstairs and back to bed.