Harry woke up with a runny nose and a deep barking cough. Upon waking up he immediately began coughing. The fit continued for about a minute before he gathered himself enough to get out of bed. He could feel an ache in his phlegm coated throat. It was safe to say he felt awful.
After a few more painful coughs and two stops to blow his nose Harry entered the shared living area in the boys hotel room. The rest of the boys had already eaten breakfast and were now scattered throughout the room occupying themselves. Liam was the first to notice Harry's appearance.
"Harry, nice to finally see you." He joked.
"G'mornin" Harry croaked. He was clearly still groggy.
"Um, you mean good afternoon Harry, you realize it's a quarter past twelve." Niall laughed.
"Oh, sorry," Harry said, then cleared his throat.
Liam took immediate note of this strange behavior. The raspy voice, the horrible cough, the stuffy nose, all the evidence pointed to Harry being sick.
"Harry, are you feeling ok, Buddy?" Liam asked with an apparent tinge of concern.
"Throat hurts and I feel achy." Harry sighed.
"Aw, poor Hazzy. Wanna join me on the sofa?" Louis asked.
Harry nodded and sat next to Louis. Something about being with Louis always made him feel better.
"Want some soup Harry? It might help you feel better." Zayn offered.
"Not really hungry." Harry started yawning.
"C'mon Harry, you haven't eaten all day and it's the afternoon." Louis said, squeezing Harry a little tighter in persuasion.
"Maybe a bit later Lou." Harry said barely audibly.
"Ok then" Louis agreed.
After that the group turned on a show. Louis felt Harry snuggle into him right away. It was adorable. Halfway through the second episode Louis felt Harry's head fall softly on his shoulder. Looking over he saw Harry fast asleep. Harry was nineteen but when he was sleeping he looked under sixteen. It was the cutest thing. Zayn noticed his sleeping friend and took a picture while Niall tried not to giggle.
Once the episode ended. Harry began waking up.
"Hey Haz, you fancy some soup now?"
"Umm, sure." Harry decided.
His throat was throbbing and food sounded far from appetizing. But he knew Louis would make him eat so he didn't bother arguing back.
"Here you are." Zayn said happily while he set a bowl of soup on the counter.
Harry inhaled as best he could through the congestion. Walking over to the table and sitting down with the soup. Louis and Zayn watched closely at Harry who was stirring the soup with his spoon. He was clearly stalling.
"Have some soup Harry. You promised." Louis recalled.
Harry gave Louis pleading eyes which encouraged Liam to speak up from the sofa.
"Harold, eat your soup." Liam stated.
The boy obliged out of fear for Daddy Direction coming for his head. Taking a spoonful Harry's eyes watered in protest. He ignored the feeling. As the hot liquid slid down Harry's raw throat he made a face and pushed the bowl away.
"Seriously Harry. You haven't eaten anything all day." Louis said sassily.
He even had a hand on his hip. It made Zayn and Harry laugh.
