Take Care Of You {Larry Sickfic}

Ch.3

Harrys POV

I was currently in the washroom cleaning up Louis vomit. My poor boyfriend was feeling sick and I was too mad at him for eating my cake so I didn’t notice his condition yesterday. I felt so bad for him. Even though I was still pretty pissed, I couldn’t be pissed right now because my boyfriend needed me and I was determined to make him comfortable no matter what.

Louis was currently sleeping in bed, with his arm wrapped around his head. I was guessing he had a headache so I shut the lights off and put the heating up to help him relax some more. I peeked my head out of the bathroom for a second to see if Louis had awoken yet from the smell of cleaning supplies, but he was still asleep with his arm put lightly on his forehead. I could see however that Louis was looking deathly pale.

For a second he kinda looked like the bed sheets, but I told myself not to worry. This was normal for Louis when he was sick. I just needed to make sure he was the most comfortable at all times. Though he may have ruined Nialls cake for his friends party, it was never this necessary to stay mad at someone for so long just for a little thing.

Louis needed me anyways right now. 20 minutes later while I was still cleaning the bathroom, I heard a little whimper come from the bedroom, and I instantly knew it was Louis. I peeked my head out and saw him sat up on the bed clutching his stomach.

"Hey Babe. You're up?" I asked.

He nodded not saying anything while slowly lying back down again. As he lied down, I saw a little peek of his pained expression that he was trying to hide from me. It hurt seeing him like this. He wasn't even lying down straight, half his body was against his beadboard and his little pink soft lips were being bitten by his teeth.

"Babe, it's alright. Do you feel sick?" I asked rubbing his scalp lightly.

“Yeah. Can you reheat my tummy pad please?” Louis asked removing his covers lightly.

“Of course. Anything else?” I asked helping to get the hot water bag.

“Some tea too?”

“Sure. You’ll be okay while I get it?”

“Think so.”

I quickly went off to reheat the pad and got him his tea and by the time I came back upstairs, I was hearing loud retching noises coming from the bathroom and I knew what was happening. I walked into the room quickly putting the tea on his bedside table and threw the hot water on the bag and I ran into our washroom to help him.

I kneeled down beside him and put my hand on his back while he kept on vomiting. I was surprised by the amount he brought up, it was a lot. I felt so bad for him every time he vomited again over the toilet because he would grip his stomach and shake every time. He looked so weak and I could feel the heat coming off of him as I put my hand on his back. It seemed that his fever was getting worse.

“Done?”

“Mhm.” he said leaning his head into my chest.

“We can stay here if you’re too weak to get up.” I said noticing he looked quite exhausted.

“I’d like the bed.” he said quietly.

“Ok let’s go. I got your tea and stomach pad.” I said laying him down in bed.

As I layed him down, I noticed his fever was rising higher because from the last time I touched him, he was less warm. He was also shivering ever so often and he soon looked like he was gonna pass out.

“I gotta take your temperature babe.” I said getting the thermometer.

He sat up with his weak shaking body, and I could see the little dots of sweat that had formed on his head. His eyes were also a bit watery, i’m guessing from the amount of pain his stomach was in. I just wanted to comfort him in any way possible because Louis was so drained when he was sick.