"Lou?" I mumbled, waking up from loud noises.
"Louis?" I opened my eyes to see Louis sitting on the edge of the bed breathing heavily.
I sat up and crawled to where Louis was sitting, "Why're you awake right now?"
Louis didn't respond, just continued to breathe shakily.
I shifted to look at Louis's face. When I saw him staring blankly at the wall, I asked, "what's wrong?"
Louis didn't answer, but he did let out a loud, wet cough.
"Are you sick?" I questioned.
Louis eyes remained in the wall.
"Louis, answer me. What's wrong?" I stared at him, waiting for a response.
"Turn off the light," he mumbled, but it was already pretty dark in here minus the glow of the stove light from the kitchen.
Ignoring him, I got up to turn on the bedroom light so I could see him better.
When I turned back around to get back in bed with him, I saw a small puddle of vomit on the floor.
I kneeled down so I was eye level with him, "Louis, talk to me. What's wrong? How long have you felt sick?"
Louis finally looked at me, "Harry..."
"Yeah?" I furrowed my eyebrows deeply. What was wrong with him?
"Harry," He whined. I had to double check to see what I think I saw. Yeah, those were tears in his eyes.
"Sweetheart, please tell me what's wrong," I pleaded.
Tears fell from his eyes and he coughed again before he leaned over and threw up onto the carpet.
"Harry..." He started crying harder.
I moved to get onto the bed and brought him into my arms, "It's alright. It's alright sweetie."
He continued to cry and all I could do was hold him. That is until he threw up again.
"Oh baby. Shh. You're okay. It's okay," I rubbed his back slowly. I decided I'd clean the floor later. Right now I didn't want to leave him.
Louis's cries lessened as I hushed him and rubbed his back in a soothing matter.
"Go back to sleep baby. You're okay," I whispered in his ear.
I leaned him back onto a pillow and kissed his head.
"Goodnight Lou."
