Harry felt a light pressure on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and scanned the room to remember where he was.
Louis could tell that Harry was disoriented.
"It's okay, you're at the library. But class is gonna start soon so we got to get up." Louis said and scruffed Harry's hair until he started scooting away and stood up.
"Good nap, Hazza? You feelin any better?" Niall asked.
Harry rubbed his eyes which had pain behind them. He shook his head.
"Harry, I really think you need to go home." Liam tried.
"No." Harry barely rasped.
"It's okay guys. I'll be with him this period and I can take him home if things get worse." Niall said as he slung his backpack on to his back.
Louis handed Harry his backpack and they all were off to their last classes.
English today was a blur for Harry. There was a book discussion which he obviously didn't participate in. Then they got time to work on their essays. Harry basically stared at his screen trying to read the words but his brain felt so foggy it nearly forgot how to read.
Let's just say by the end of this horrid day Harry was ready to keel over.
Niall was aware of this as he watched Harry go from trying to act well in front of Louis, to falling asleep reading, to now just completely shutting down.
He was genuinely worried Harry might pass out while walking so he made sure to walk slightly behind him.
Niall had been texting Louis (Harry's carpool) to update him on Harry's condition. They agreed to drop Harry off with Louis rather than leave him to navigate his way out of the school alone. (Yes, he was that bad off).
Finally they got to the sidewalk where Louis had been waiting to take Harry back to his house.
"See you guys!" Niall waved on his way to his own car.
Louis took Harry's waist and walked him to the car. They got in and Harry fiddled a bit with his seatbelt until he finally got it in. Louis waited for the click.
Louis started the car and drove.
Harry looked straight forward. Dead silence.
Louis turned the air on in his car. (72 f/22.2 c) To break the silence that would typically be filled with jokes and stories about the day.
The not so cold air sent a visible chill up Harry. He shivered a second. Louis noticed this too.
"Do you want it warmer?" Louis asked.
"Yes," He croaked quietly. "If it's okay with you."
"Of course, love." Louis said, cranking up the heat and feeling the air to make sure it was pointing at Harry.
Harry liked when Louis called him love. He said it to everyone but it felt genuine when he said it to him.
"I want to check your fever when we get home. I can get you some medicine, too." Louis said.
After that they went back to quietness. Louis saw Harry lean his head on the window of the passenger seat. Louis hummed softly, a song he had once written for Harry.
He wouldn't know it was for him as he didn't say any of the lyrics which would have definitely given it away. (The song is 18.)
A couple minutes later Louis could hear Harry's breathing even out.
