Harry's POV:
Louis's friends had just moved closer into town and near us and to celebrate we had gone and hung out with them. They knew me and Lou were together but I had never met them. Just pop into conversation a bit whenever Louis would chat with them. However today I finally met them, very nice little house and they're quite nice in person as well. Definitely Louis's friends though. I've been with Lou for a bit of time now, thus seeing a lot of different versions of him. But I'd never seen this version of him. Very Doncaster. They had made a lovely chicken dish and some curry. Lovely dinner.
Afterwords, we all got ourselves a beer and were then sitting outside on their porch enjoying the evening. Louis was playfully cursing and laughing, having a real good time. And also talking about us and our relationship. I piped in and said some stuff as well, laughing and making a few jokes. They were very nice to hangout with. After drinking said beer I excused myself to the bathroom to pee.
Once I had made it in there my stomach felt a little off. I did my business and then went back outside. My stomach didn't feel terrible but it didn't feel 100% either. It was a little painful and gurgly, but nothing major.
Louis's POV
I was really enjoying my friends company. I had missed seeing them in real life and it was nice to finally have them meet Harry. However, as the clock rolled around to 10 I decided to call it a night. We all got up and went back inside their house, throwing away our cans and saying goodbye. "Yeah, yeah! We-we'll have to do this again soon." I said, playfully punching him in the arm. "Yeah, I mean, that's why we're closer!" I laughed and hugged him. Harry shook his hand saying a 'nice to meet you too' before putting his jacket on walking towards the door. I grabbed our bag of leftovers that they had packed for us, and exited their house. "Later mates!" I shouted as I got in the passenger seat and shut the door.
Harry's POV
My stomach had gotten more upset the longer we had been there. I just wanted to get home and either cuddle up to Louis on the couch or get in bed and sleep this off. However, as we began to drive on the road home, that was enough to jolt my stomach and I needed the toilet. I began to feel cold sweats which, under a jacket, even a light one, is not a great feeling. My stomach cramped and churned the more I held it in, but there wasn't much I could do. We made it to the first stop light. Now that I wasn't moving at all my stomach felt worse. I tapped on the steering wheel continuasly while I waited for the light to turn green. Louis meanwhile, was oblivious to my condition.
He sighed, "that was nice. I missed seeing them in person." He said, the light had turned green and we continued. To my recollection there's only three stoplights and two turns on this drive. Just two more to go.
"And they have a lovely home." I nodded, trying to engage in conversation. My one goal in my brain was to get home, but I also had to focus on driving so I was not in the mindset of conversation.
"And it was really nice for them to be able to meet you." "Mhm," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic but I probably also sounded a little agitated. I couldn't tap the wheel anymore so I resorted to biting my lip. It was only like a 10 minute drive but that seemed really long and I was getting more and more desperate. Second light, this one with a turn. I went back to tapping on the wheel, picking up my pace. I was anxiously fidgeting to put it bluntly.
"You okay?" I heard Louis ask, he probably saw me snap my head to look out the window and then quickly turn it back. All while still rapidly tapping my finger. "Hm? Yeah, fine." I reply, looking back at the window and then looking at the light. Turn green damn it.
"You sure... " "Yeah. Fine." I reply shortly, my 'yeah' being breathy because of my frustration. "Why are you asking?" Louis paused, "well you seem a little agitated and quiet." I sighed, the light finally turning green. "I'm just tired and want to get home. That's all." I could tell Louis was still skeptical but he left it at that.
The final light. The closer I got to home the more desperate I became. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold this. It would have been so much easier if my stomach could have done this earlier and not right now. I swear my stomach can sense when I'm getting closer to the bathroom. We stopped at the final light. I could feel the goosebumps rising on my skin, the sweat that had slowly collected on my forehead, the bubbles that had formed in my angry gut.
This is not good.
The light seemed to be taking forever, certainly longer then the other ones. I was doing my thing, tapping on the steering wheel and biting my lip. Louis was staring out the window. The radio luckily muffling my stomach sloshing and gurgling about.
I then passed a little gas, trying to ease the pressure. Which it did. For like 2 seconds. And then it made the pressure more intense.
I see the neighborhood, I see it. It's right there!
No one was coming and this damn light still hadn't changed so, even though I shouldn't have, I ran it. I drove on past the red light, onto the road after the intersection, and kept my eyes targeted on the neighborhood entrance.
It was not until afterwords that I realized someone had honked at me from the left.
Louis's POV:
I was really skeptical of Haz. I can tell when something's wrong even if he won't admit it. However, he's also stubborn and doesn't like when you continually ask him things like "are you okay" so I decided not to push it. Even though the radio was up he was driving me a little crazy with all the tapping he was doing. Maybe it was keeping him centered or something I don't know but he was really quiet so I just turned and looked out the window. I saw that it was a red light out of the corner of my eye, and then we started moving. Two headlights abruptly stopping and honking at us.
"What the- Harry you just ran a red light!" I lightly shouted. He didn't look at me or react in anyway. I swear I could see some sweat on his forehead.
"Harry... " I started saying, still nothing. "Harry." I said once more, a little louder but still nothing. I could see fear in his eye, probably from the fact that I'm yelling and he's ignoring me.
"HARRY!" I shouted. "What?!" He said through his teeth, glancing over at me then back at the road. Turning on his turn signal.
"What the hell was that!" I shouted, that car could've hit us. We drove through the neighborhood till we reached our road. "When I looked there was no one coming," he replied quietly. Still sounding really agitated.
"Okay what is up with you?" I said sternly, wanting an answer for all his actions. Harry quickly pulled the keys from the ignition and got out of the car, slamming the door and nearly running around the front to the pathway. I laughed to myself at how he looked, still unknowing about why he was ever impatient. I grabbed the food and quickly made my way up to him. "Harry, answer me." He was fumbling with keys, I honestly think his hands might have been shaking.
"shit!" He whisper yelled, trying the door again to see if it had unlocked. I had set my hand on his back to try and comfort him some how, his leg bouncing a little. It was quite a funny sight. "Shiiiit, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh shi-it," he sang, he tends to do that sometimes when he's panicky and make up little tunes.
"Love," I stated calmly but he had gotten the door unlocked and pushed it open. Placing the keys down in the little dish he began walking down the hallway. "Haz, answer m-" "back in a minute!" He shouted as he quickly made his way down the hallway. I set the bag down and took my coat off, flinching as I heard a door slam. I looked up down the hallway out of fright. "Jesus," I mumbled to myself, quietly laughing. I made my way down the same hallway into the kitchen. Turning the corner I saw that the hallway bathroom light was on. So that's where he went. Got it. I put the left overs away and went to the living room, turning the TV on for some noise and then pulled out my phone.
I was gonna have a chat with Harry whenever he came back in here though.
Harry's POV
I did it. I successfully made it without shiting myself. The door lock was really pushing it though. I sat on the toilet with my head in my hands, elbows on my knees, hunched over letting my bowels expel and waiting for it to pass. I might have over done it on the curry but that's all I can think of. I feel so much relief being able to finally use the toilet. I feel bad about ignoring Louis and nearly getting us killed because looking back? That was really stupid. I had heard Louis pass by the bathroom and my only hope was he hadn't heard anything because, even though it felt great, it was not pretty. I'm sure that he isn't gonna let this pass either, as soon as I get out there he, as he should, is probably gonna have a few things to say. He was probably laughing at me a few times as well because I was acting rediculous.
I wasn't sure how long I had been in there, but I was making sure that I was done and good to leave. Something in my stomach told me I might be back in the bathroom a bit later but for now I felt okay to clean myself up and go face Louis. Try my best to apologize for my stupid action.
Louis's POV
I heard the bathroom door unlock as well as Harry go into the kitchen and then to the front door where he most likely hung his jacket up. He was really in a rush to get to the toilet.
"Hey," he said as he entered, cup of water in hand and in sweats and a pink T-Shirt as he sat down next to me. His face looked a little red and flushed and like it was trying to regain some color, as well as he was still a little sweaty. "What we watchin?" He asked, taking a sip of water. "I don't know I just turned on the TV for some background noise. Are you okay?" He sighed and laughed a little, "yeah I just, really had to use the toilet." He wiped at his forehead a little while moving his hair out of his face. "Okay...well that's no excuse for nearly killing us." "I know love I know. That was really stupid and I shouldn't have done it. Regardless if someone wasn't coming." I nodded in agreeance, "yeah I mean, I've had to rush home after work and stuff cause I've had to piss but I've never ran a red light and you, jesus, you've never ran a red light in your life!" Harry chuckled, "N-No love. I don't---I don't think dinner is sitting that well with me.
I had to use the bathroom." I was confused on why he emphasized it, if he had thrown up I'm sure he would've told me, although he did seem to have a protective hand over his stomach.
"Yeah, that's what I just said!"
"No, Lou. My stomach's upset. Got the runs."
So that's why he was red and impatient. "Ohhhh. So you didn't want to shit yourself?" He nodded slowly, "as weird as it is to say that, yeah. That was my main goal. However, that still does not make up for my actions, and I'm sorry."
I smirked at him, "I know one thing that will..." I moved a little closer to him and ran a hand down his chest.
"Mm... " he groaned, "as flattering as that is, I think it's gonna have to wait till tomorrow. I really don't feel that great, I was hoping we could just watch a movie or something." I jutted my bottom lip out, out of sympathy. "Sure love. Do you feel any better?" He hesitated, "a little after using the bathroom but I think it might be a bit of a rough night." "Do you know what you could've done?" I asked him, wondering what's making him a little poorly. "I think I over did it on the curry. It was really stupid good though." I chuckled before letting him rest his head on my chest. I put on one of the new Netflix releases and wrapped my arm around Harry. Him continuasly sitting up to drink some water and getting up again to use the toilet. I took that as an advantage and got up to get him a Pepto Bismol, sitting back down and waiting for him to return. About the same time length as before. Flushed and sweaty.
Once the movie finished, we headed to bed. We cuddled in bed and slept, me spooning him to make him feel better. To my recollection I think he got up about 4 or 5 times throughout the night, at one point making me get up to grab him some more toilet paper or water. But he was able to get sleep as soon as he got back in bed each time, and luckily tomorrow was Saturday so he could re cooperate and stay near a bathroom if he wasn't feeling 100%.
On Sunday he was feeling back to himself and we ate a bit of our leftovers. Careful not to over do it ;)
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