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Louis was currently touring the world for his album Faith In The Future. Right now though, he had a few weeks off and with that, he was on his way back home to London and most importantly to his better half, the person he loved most in this world. Harry.
Now knowing that Harry was sick, Louis felt incredibly bad that he wasn't there for him. After trying to rearrange everything though, Louis managed to get on a much earlier flight to London so he would be home in the afternoon. Some hours on the plane and a car ride later, Louis was finally in front of his and Harry's shared home. As he unlocked and opened the door, his heart was fluttering in his chest, knowing he'd finally see his person again and holding him in his arms just in a few moments.
Even though the two of them weren't apart for long, reuniting with Harry always made Louis happier than anything else.
As he got inside the house, Louis sighed, closing the door behind him and let his bags and jacket fall down to the floor in the entrance. This time he didn't care, thinking he'd put it away later as Harry was sick and wouldn't scold him for it right now.
„Sun?" Louis called not too loud, checking the living room before he got up the stairs to their bedroom and stopped in the doorway.
In front of him was a poorly sick Harry, curled up in the sheets of their bed, wearing one of Louis' softest hoodies. His nose was red, his eyes looked puffy even though they were closed as Harry was asleep, his stuffed nose making him snore lighty.
