one direction fluff | ♡ {Requests Closed}

Bad Background | -L.T.-

Ages:

Liam: 21
Niall: 19
Harry: 18
Louis: 13

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"Louis?" Liam called out in a confused tone, turning around the corner of the hall.

He was used to hearing the sound of Louis' feet frantically hitting the floor at this hour, but only silence was heard in the One Direction flat.

Harry and Niall had gone out to pick up breakfast half an hour ago while Liam was sleeping, and he'd just awoke to the text informing him of that.

He walked into Louis' room, stepping quietly over to the bed and crouching down in front of Louis, whose face was covered by his duvet.

"Louis," he cooed, pulling back the covers.

He frowned a bit, noticing his tan skin was paler than normal. His usual adorable sleeping pout was replaced with a pained frown.

Liam reached a hand up, moving Louis' hair from his visibly sweaty face. The teen whined, stretching about.

"Lou-Bear," Liam cooed again, a face of concern taking over his own features. "It's nearly eleven o'clock, bugaboo."

Louis whined, opening his eyes.

"There you are," Liam whispered, a slight smile on his face.

Louis just whined again, rubbing his eyes and desperately trying to kick the covers off. To no avail, however. He gave up shortly, reaching and making small grabby hands towards the older boy.

"Oh, baba," Liam sighed, complying and lifting his "baby brother" bridal style, swaying side to side slightly. "Are we not feeling well this morning? Hmm?"

"Huh-uh," Louis softly confirmed, making Liam sigh.

"What's bugging you?" Liam questioned, biting his lip.

"My tummy and throat 'urt, 'nd my nose is all stuffy," he whispered shortly.

Liam strained to hear him, but succeeded anyways. Louis does this every time he's sick. The boys find it adorable, but sometimes struggle with the lack of interaction. The lad just sort of mumbles and talks like a young child would.

"That's no good," Liam said, carrying the boy to the bathroom in Liam's room (the biggest one in the flat).

Louis just laid against him, rubbing his sore eyes and sniffling his runny nose.

Liam rumaged through his cabinets, sighing when he couldn't find what he was looking for. He brought Louis out of the bathroom and laid him on his bed (also the biggest one in the flat).

"Want the telly on, baby?" Liam asked, covering him up with just the sheet.

"Mm-mm," the boy declined, breathing in the scent of Liam's pillow and closing his eyes.

"M'kay," Liam said, rubbing the boy's warm cheek. "I'll be right back."

"Nooo, cuddle with me," Louis whined, grabbing Liam's wrist and pulling him back.

"Okay, okay. I was just gonna call Hazza and Ni. I didn't want to disturb you, baby," Liam defended, crawling in beside him, but not getting under the sheet.

"You won't, just don't gooo," Louis mumbled, scooting closer to the older boy.

"I'm right here, sweet boy," he whispered.

Liam pulled his phone out, trying Harry first. It rang twice before Harry picked up.

"Oi, we're on our way bac-"