One Direction sickfics

#6 Louis hides his sickness from Harry

Hey guys! Sorry for such a long wait :(

Anyways here is the next part, Louis hides being sick from Harry. There will be a part two that has Harry hiding being sick from Louis. Enjoy x.

Louis POV

After such a long day, I was just glad to go home from work. My stomach hurt, my head ached, and every inch of my body was shaking with chills. I couldn't wait just to get home from it all and be with my loving boyfriend.

I walked into the house after a day with management. Harry was able to go home earlier, because he finished recording and met with management in the morning.

It smelled like he was cooking food, which made my stomach churn. He probably worked so hard to be prepared for when I returned home, being the wonderful husband he is.

I felt bad that my stomach would probably reject the food, but I didn't have the heart to let him down.

"Hey babe," I called out, placing my shoes and keys in the mudroom, "Smells good in here." I lied, hoping it would throw him off.

I continued to walk into the kitchen to see Harry placing food on the table, two lit candles, and two glasses of our favorite red wine. The lights were low, and soft music was playing. What a romantic!

"Hey sweetheart," He said putting his arm around my waist, kissing me lightly on the cheek, "I made us some dinner." He beamed at his masterpiece.

"Looks lovely!" I started to pull away, only to be brought back into Harry. I looked at him quizzically.

 "Are you alright?" he said, his body up against mine, "You feel very warm Louis." He said reaching up to feel my forehead.

"I'm fine Harry, thanks though," I said pulling away successfully this time, hoping he wouldn't catch onto my ill feeling.

We both sat down at the table and began our meal, which I hoped I would be able to keep down long enough to convince Harry I was okay.

"So, How was the day after I left?" Harry asked, putting a forkful of spaghetti in his mouth, "Was Liam able to finish with Julian?"

I finished chewing, nodding my head, "It was good, kind of low key. I finished recording and hung out till I met with management. We just talked about the next charity match, and a fan football games while we are on tour."

"That's nice, when are you scheduled to play?" He asked, wiping the sauce from his lips with a napkin.

"Not sure yet, we still have to get a set date before the tour starts," I couldn't handle another bite, I slowly pushed my half full plate away, "Thanks for dinner babe, I'm going to go get showered off." I said with a fraud smile, taking my plate to the sink.

"You hardly ate, is your stomach bothering you?" He asked, getting up and bring his plate to the sink as well. I shook my head as I casually fled to our bathroom.

Once I got in the master en suite and locked the doors, i knelt in front of the toilet and let go of dinner. I felt so ashamed that he had worked so hard and I couldn't even enjoy what he had made for me.

I continued into the shower, using the best smelling soaps to try and drown out the smell of stomach bile and spaghetti. I dropped one bottle, and upon standing after retrieving it, I saw black spots that blurred my vission.

I felt so ill and light headed, but I didn't want to faint in the shower. I sat down and tried to collect my self, so I sat for about ten minutes just breathing until the water turned cold.