"Come here," Harry pulled Louis towards him by his waist.
Louis smiled weakly.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked, noticing Louis had seemed distant and sad.
Louis shook his head.
"Lou..." Harry sighed, stroking his cheek, "You seem off. What's wrong?"
Louis took a small step and wrapped his arms around Harry's back.
He lost his strength and slumped into Harry heavily.
"Woah, are you okay?"
"Harry," Louis whispered.
Harry looked at Louis in his arms, "what is it?"
"I don't feel good..."
"Are you gonna throw up?"
"I-I don't—" Louis was cut off by a gag.
He slapped a hand over his mouth and ran away to the bathroom.
Harry heard vomit splashing in the toilet, his question was answered.
Harry went to the bathroom and kneeled down next to Louis.
"Think you're done, sweetie?" Harry asked.
Louis shook his head frantically.
"Okay, that's alright."
Louis breathed heavily over the toilet, waiting for himself the throw up.
Harry frowned and rubbed his back and shoulders, watching him struggle.
Louis began to whimper lightly before he retched hard and vomited into the toilet.
"You good now?" Harry asked.
"No," Louis groaned.
This was gonna be a long day.
***
An hour later, they're both in the same spot except Harry had moved behind Louis so he could hold him up so he wouldn't fall over and vomit on the floor.
Harry swept the stray hairs away from Louis's eyes and held his hand.
"I feel so bad, Harry," Louis mumbled.
"I know, I know you do sweetheart. I'm so sorry. You know I would switch places with you if I could."
Louis groaned out and threw up stomach acid.
"Oh baby," Harry held Louis tighter.
Louis threw his head back into Harry's shoulder and let a couple tears fall from his eyes.
"No, no, no. Don't cry. It's okay. It's okay."
Louis's breathing picked up he started to cry harder.
Harry adjusted his hold on Louis so one of his arms was wrapped around his chest and on his other arm his hand was caressing Louis'.
"Louis. Louis. Sweetheart, I need you to calm down a little, okay?"
Louis squeezed his eyes shut as he felt a wave of nausea pass through him, which only made him cry harder.
"Louis, love, please. You're gonna make yourself even sicker."
And to prove his point, Louis threw up again.
"H-Harry?" Louis whimpered.
"Yeah?"
"Please make it stop. I can't take this. Please."
"Oh baby. I wish I could. I'm sorry sweetheart," Harry kissed his cheek softly.
Louis sniffled.
"It'll go away. I promise, but baby, if you're not throwing up, then I want you to try to rest alright?"
"Alright?" Harry said again.
"Okay?" Louis closed his eyes.
A/N- I didn't know what else to do so it doesn't really have a proper ending. Well I guess that's obvious. But yeah here it is.
