"Hey Lou, Harry's asking for ya." Louis heard as he came out of the loo on their tour bus, making his way into the front room. Louis stopped with his hand on the fridge, where he was going to grab a drink. Louis looked in Oli's direction realizing his best mate was laid out on the couch. "He in bed still?" Louis questioned thinking Harry would have gotten up when he went to shower and use the bathroom about 20 minutes ago. Harry was normally the one full of energy as the sun was rising, and Louis liked to stay in bed as long as someone would let him. "Yeah, came out looking for you, but he went back to the bunk." Oli answered back and Louis furrowed his brow slightly as he abandoned the fridge going to seek out his lover.
Walking into the bunk room Louis saw his bunk curtain was closed, meaning Harry was definitely in there. Harry normally wasn't shy to hang with Oli and Louis' other mates when Louis got busy so it was odd he was cooping himself up in the bunk. "Sun" Louis drew out the uh sound as he sing songed, going to pull the curtain open. The first thing Louis noticed is Harry's back was turned toward him. But what really worried him were the small tremors going through Harry's back as if he was shivering or maybe crying. "You alright, love?" Louis asked as he placed a hand on Harry's back, the tremors becoming more noticeable as he touched him.
Harry had woken up 20 ish minutes ago, finding he was alone in Louis' bunk and although Louis was on tour and had things to do, he couldn't think of anywhere Lou had said he had to be at this early in the morning. Harry pulled his phone out from under the pillow finding it just past 8 in the morning and as he laid there a second trying to wake himself up some more he felt an ache begin to spread through his stomach. Placing a delicate hand over the offending organ, Harry winced slightly as his stomach turned uncomfortably beneath his palm. Taking a shuddering deep breath, before blowing it out slowly Harry started sweating, feeling beads of sweat start to build on his brow and in his armpits.
This wasn't the first time he was getting this feeling though. Just 2 days prior, the first night he had gotten to join Louis on tour, as his own tour had come to an end, the same nauseating feeling had overtaken his belly and he had spent the better part of the first night shaking with nausea, and had even thrown up in the too cramped tour bus bathroom. Louis of course was worried he had gotten a bug but when the pain didn't last through the next day it seemed they both just slid it under the rug and carried on like nothing had happened.
"M' not feeling well.." Harry had answered Louis question to if he was alright. He definitely wasn't alright if the turning in his stomach told him anything. Waves of nausea were crashing over Harry like a storm just waiting to break. "M-m r-really not well" Harry continued stuttering out as his body shook with the will force to hold back anything from coming up. Harry would do anything to stop the sickness from getting the best of him. He really did not want to throw up for the second time while visiting Louis. This was not how this trip was supposed to go. But clearly his body wanted him to suffer.
"Whatcha mean, love? You feeling ill again? Oli said you were looking for me." Louis whispered not knowing for sure what Harry was feeling but not wanting to be too loud and make anything worse if his head was hurting. Harry had suffered with migraines in the past, so Louis was well versed on his sensitivity to noise when it did happen. Harry just nodded, keeping his eyes clamped shut, his back still turned away from Louis who was perched just outside the bunk Harry was curled up in. Harry took in a sharp breath when he felt another turn roll through his belly, his hand going to hold his stomach tightly hoping to take the pain away, his teeth chattering slightly as his body shook with shivers, but he swore he felt like he was burning up.
"Let me look at you, love.. you're shaking." Louis had a hand in Harry's hair now, trying to brush the short fridge from his eyes, trying to feel his forehead but not having a good angle with Harry turned away from him, and the bunk being quite high up. Harry slowly started to turn over, not wanting to shake up his stomach anymore than it already was, breathing slowly as he finally faced his husband who was looking at him with all the worry in the world in his eyes. Harry knew he was probably being a bit dramatic but at the moment he didn't even care. He hasn't felt this unwell in forever and having Louis there just made him turn into a big softie, knowing Lou would take care of him.
"Darling.." Louis tsk'd as he took in Harry's appearance. Although the lighting was dim in the bunk room, it didn't stop Louis from seeing the pale face of his husband, sweat on his hairline, and grimace on his face. Harry's lips were pale and chapped, like he had been licking them non stop, all the life drained from his eyes as he blinked slowly at Louis, tears starting to form in his eyes like when someone asks if you're okay and it all finally just comes out and you start sobbing. "No no, love, please don't cry" Louis quickly spoke as his hands found Harry's face, feeling his forehead, cheeks, and neck, definitely finding him feverish. "Is it like the other night? Your belly messin' with ya?" Louis Doncaster accent thickening with worry as he took in Harry's appearance.
"Mhmm.. bad" Harry mumbled out before continuing to speak,"it's really hurting l-Lou, please" Harry desperately spoke as if Louis could fix him. And Louis wished he could. He wished with everything that he could take this pain away from him, but he knew he couldn't. Harry's breath caught and he turned to burry his face into the pillows letting out a high pitched whine, wrapping his arms around his stomach trying to get it to stop flipping. Louis hands were desperately trying to touch Harry anywhere he could, not knowing what to do to help him in the moment. But clearly Harry was in pain and wasn't okay and Louis needed to do something to try and help.
"Tell me what to do babe, what do you need?" Louis was desperate at this point, his voice raising as he panicked as Harry shook beneath his hands. Harry's breaths were coming out quicker as he tried to breathe through the nausea but he knew it was only a matter of time before- "m' g'nna throw up" Harry rushed out pulling his head out of the pillow as he scrambled to try and get out of the bunk. His body felt so weak, but it was like he was on autopilot, fighting with everything to get to the toilet or trash or something before he was sick everywhere.
"Through there, you're good love, go go" Louis spoke gently but urgently as he kept a hand on the base of Harry's lower back guiding him through the hall of the bus to the doorway of the bathroom, Harry's back arching in an unnatural way that made Louis own stomach turn as he clumsily fell before the toilet, which luckily had the seat cover already up. Harry's stomach heaved again and he reached sickly over the bowl, just air forcing its way out his throat as he gagged unproductively. "Jesus, love" Louis winced, a hand on Harry's back rubbing it gently trying to do anything to make the whole situation better. With Lou's other hand, he was reaching blindly for the towel on the small sink, his hands going off Harry's back briefly as he soaked the towel in cold water from the sink. Harry whined pitifully, yearning for Louis comforting touch.
"M' here darling, you're okay" Louis spoke slowly as he finally got the cold towel placed on the back of Harry's neck, holding it in place to let the coldness ground Harry. He finally squatted beside the ill boy, using his other hand to wrap softly around to the middle of Harry's belly, going to rub softly, hoping to calm his stomach. "Proper ill, love" Louis spoke softly as Harry hung his head over the bowl, using his own hands to hold himself up over the opening to the toilet, his other hand pushing his hair off his forehead. "Don't know what's wrong" Harry sobbed out and Louis shushed him not wanting Harry to work himself up even more than he already was. His stomach contents had stayed down so far, and Louis kinda hoped it would stay that way, although it was not likely with how Harry was feeling.
Sitting for another minute breathing too quickly, and trying to take deep breaths, although most of them turned into cries of pain, the sickness got the better of Harry and he found himself scrambling to get into a better position as a steady stream of vomit finally made its appearance. Louis had to look away, but kept his hand rubbing at Harry's sweat soaked, and shaking back as he repeatedly heaved over the toilet. "Breathe love.. get it all up and breathe" Louis soothed speaking quietly yet reassuringly as he prayed for this all to be over quickly. Harry hadn't been sick like this in God knows how long, even the other night not nearly this bad. He had to have picked up something from traveling.
As the heaving came to a halt and with a final dry heave, Harry pushed himself back from the toilet, closing his eyes tightly mumbling out "m'done, please get rid of it Lou" Louis heard the desperation in Harry's voice hoisting himself up more to flush away the mess before them. "Alright c'mere, you're okay, just relax for a second." Louis had stood up, pulling Harry slightly back from the toilet, to sit him against the shower doors of the bus, sliding open the tiny window to get some air into the bathroom which reeked of sick. "Lemme get you a water okay?" Louis spoke not waiting for a reply as he quickly headed for the fridge.
"Mate.. he good?" Oli spoke as Louis made an appearance into the main room and Louis had to do a double take completely forgetting that he was here. "Shit! Um yeah, no he's not good, proper ill mate, puking all'it, I don't know, just tell someone? I don't know if I can leave him today. He's not well at all." Louis was stumbling over his words as he tried to relay what had just went down to his best mate and with each passing minute he realized that he had a show tonight and how would he go on knowing Harry was so unwell. Realizing what he came out for Louis quickly grabbed a bottle of water rushing back to the bathroom.
"Love, here, small sips' Louis kneeled in front of Harry's collapsed figure on the floor urging him to get some fluids in his body. He had quite literally just sicked up everything his body had to give. Harry's shaking hand held the bottle, Louis' own hand never leaving it, knowing Harry was too weak to hold it on his own. Getting a couple small gulps down, Harry coughed pushed it away and Louis feared for a second that they were going for round two. But the coughing ended as quickly as it came and Harry slumped back against the shower, his knees coming to his chest, arms wrapped weakly around his middle.
"You okay love?" Louis was hesitant to ask knowing he wasn't, but he didn't know what to say or do in the moment. Harry was always so strong and although he got sick frequently being on the road, traveling, most illnesses didn't get this intense and Louis felt out of his element not knowing what to do to fix him. Harry had his eyes closed, head thrown back but he shook his head weakly in the direction of Louis' voice, his lip starting to quiver, feeling just so bad. Louis nearly cried looking at his love crumble in front of him and he got down next to him pulling Harry forward to wrap his arms around him. "Ive got you darling, you're gonna be alright." He spoke hoping he was right. He just wanted to make Harry better again.
After a couple minutes of cuddles with Harry crying weakly into Louis chest, Louis decided that ought to try and get out of the bathroom and get Harry laying down. Rest was going to be his best bet right now and getting Harry comfortable on the bus was already going to be a challenge since Harry wasn't one to love the bus life like Louis was. "Let's get you laying down again darling okay? I gotta figure out tonight and we gotta get you better." Louis spoke out loud really just talking to himself trying to figure out what to do next. Harry was pliant as he let Louis hoist him up onto his feet and his head swam sickly at the change in position. "You good?" Louis spoke seeing Harry's face pale even more if it was even possible. Harry let the wave pass and nodded as Louis guided him back towards their back room which normally was for rowdy time playing games, but now would be Harry's "sick room"
"Lay down love" Louis gently helped lower Harry onto the large couch and Harry went easily, curling into a fetal position, his knees pulled up into his chest. Louis glanced around the room spotting a throw blanket tossed lazily on the back of a chair, grabbing it to place over Harry who was back to shaking like a leaf. Louis was looking around the room not really for anything in particular, just trying to see if anything would help comfort his love more when he heard Harry mumble out, "need a bin Lou.." before clamping his mouth shut again Harry's hand going to squeeze at his eyes and head trying to breathe. The nausea was coming back and he didn't think he had it in him to make it back to the bathroom.
Louis mumbled a "shit" under his breath rushing back through the hall to the bathroom, grabbing the waste basket before nearly running back through the bus, thrusting the bin toward Harry's chest as he saw Harry gag. A weak stream of bile was forced out and the noises Harry's throat were making as he gagged and coughed made Louis clench his eyes trying not to think about it too much. "Breathe H" Louis whispered as Harry continued to cough roughly trying to get anything more out as his body decided it didn't want anything in it. Harry pulled away, looking away from the bin, trying to even his breathing. He knew if he looked at his sick, it'd make him ill again. "Get it away Lou" Harry said desperately, the smell making its way to him and Louis was quick to walk out of the room finding a spot to place the bin in the front, making a mental note to get rid of it when he could.
"Okay H I've gotta go find me manager or someone okay? You gonna be okay by yourself for let's say 20 minutes or so?" Louis was frustrated Oli hadn't brought anyone back with him by now but he needed to talk to someone cause the show was at 9 and Harry definitely wasn't going to be better in less than 12 hours. Harry gave a small nod, curling up under the blanket Louis had given him and Louis leaned down kissing his forehead, before ruffling his hair and heading out of the bus.
Louis ran into Oli first when he made his way into the venue they were parked at throwing his hands in the air, "mate where've you been? I thought you were bringing me manager" Louis said annoyed looking to him for an answer. "I've been looking!" Oli responded in defense and right as Louis was gonna speak he saw his manager make his way around the corner of the hallway. He looked at Oli, rolling his eyes, cause he was literally right there. Louis stopped him quickly trying to wrack his brain on how to get out of the show because of Harry being sick but also feeling like a total dickhead for doing this to his fans. Although he knew if they knew why he wanted to cancel, they would understand, but clearly management still had their relationship under wraps so they would have to post something else to cancel.
"Matt, mate I gotta talk to ya!" Louis stopped him in his tracks. He had looked like he was on a mission, running around the venue trying to get everything figured out for the show. "Louis! What's up?" He spoke and Louis figured he might as well just say what's happening and not try and lie about something. "So.. Harry's ill" Louis paused looking for any indication that this would go his way but his manager had a poker face so Louis continued, "he's proper ill, throwing up, fever, and I don't know if we can reschedule.." and as Louis was gonna continue basically begging to cancel to take care of his sick husband, Matt cut him off. "We cant cancel for that Louis, mate cmon you know that. I can get a doctor to come check him out, whatever you need like that. And I'm sure we can get someone to stay with him on the bus if he needs to rest." Matt finished talking and Louis was really trying not to be angry because this wasn't really a good reason to cancel, it's just it's Harry. Love of his life, would do anything to take care of him, Harry.
"He's just really sick Matt, like" again he was cut off. "Sorry Louis, it's already underway, have you seen all the fans lined up? You don't wanna disappoint them do you? Really mate, Harry's a grown man, I'm sure he can take care of himself for a few hours, yeah?" And Louis was frustrated. Yeah Harry would probably be fine by himself but he still felt shitty leaving him like this. But again he didn't want to disappoint anyone, he just felt like a shitty husband because Harry would literally do anything for Louis and Harry's management would let Harry cancel if he needed to. Louis was just upset that he couldn't be there when Harry needed him most.
"Okay but I'm cutting rehearsal shorter, deal?" Louis asked looking at Matt hopeful and Matt agreed easily saying that was fine as long as everything went good in rehearsal. Louis sighed as Matt walked away from him, turning back to Oli who was standing back against the wall. "Sorry mate" Oli said solemnly giving Louis a pat on his shoulder and Louis just shrugged giving his friend a quick hug before taking off letting Oli know he'd be back in for rehearsal at 12.
Louis made his way back onto the bus, waving to fans as he went and they screamed loudly for him. He felt bad no going to see them, but he needed to get back to Harry and make sure he was doing okay. There wasn't any concerning noises as he entered, so that was a good thing, and as he walked to the back room and took notice of Harry curled up with his eyes closed, seemingly sleeping. Thankfully he was getting some rest. As he got closer he noticed the even slow breathing of Harry and knew for sure he was asleep so he sat quietly next to Harry on the sectional, careful not to wake him. Louis placed a tentative hand in Harry's hair, running his fingers through the soft locks, and Harry in his sleepy state leaned into the touch, rolling slightly to smush his face into Louis leg, arm wrapping around Lou's waist. Louis smiled down at his sweet boy.
Harry was getting a proper rest, which was good considering he needed all the sleep he could get to get better, and Louis knew Harry got insomnia at night when he was sick, so he was glad he was getting rest now, if tonight didn't go well for him. But with the clock nearing noon, Louis knew he'd have to get up and head into rehearsal with the band, and he hated that he had to leave Harry again. As Louis was about to untangle himself he felt Harry shift and let out a small whine and Louis stilled all movements not wanting to wake the boy. But it seemed luck wasn't on his side because within a minute Harry's eyes were opening and he was turning to lay on his back looking into Louis' eyes. "Hey love, you feeling any better?" Louis asked hopeful that he was feeling even an ounce better. Harry just shrugged still feeling dazed in his sleepy state. "That's alright sun, I've gotta head into rehearsal, I won't be gone long, um Matt won't let me cancel..." Louis told Harry sadly and Harry just nodded trying to find the words he wanted to say.
"It's okay" Harry finally whispered out his voice sounded wreck from all the vomiting he'd done that morning. Louis went to stand and he noticed Harry going to stand up too. "What are you doing love? Whatever you need I can grab, you rest" Louis said going to lightly push Harry to lay back down. Harry shook his head at him mumbling, "go with you." Louis looked at him sadly, Harry looking up into his eyes pitifully. "Need you" Harry said his bottom lip poking out almost in a pout. "Love, you've gotta rest, it's too loud out there" Louis continued and Harry just kept shaking his head to Louis. He may not be feeling well, but more than anything he just wanted to be in Lou's presence. He felt better when Louis was around, if only a little.
"Are you sure?" Louis asked worried Harry would be sick, or start to feel worse and not be able to tell him when he was rehearsing. " I'll come back if it's too much, promise" Harry said hopefully looking to Louis for permission to come with. Louis sighed and thought about it for a second before looking at the time on his phone realizing he needed to get in there like now or else they would send someone looking for them. "Alright let me call Preston, there's fans so we'll have to drive around to the other side." Louis said going to ring his security to drive the bus to the other side of the building where Harry could walk in without being seen.
Harry really thought he would be fine, he did, when he had woken after his nap his stomach wasn't rolling nearly as bad as that morning, and he thought maybe it was like the other day and it was just a one off him throwing up and all that, and after some sleep he would be good to go. What he didn't expect is to nearly pass out and throw up while watching Louis from the side of the stage. Everything had been going good, Louis was rehearsing his songs with the band, going over some of the technical bits and songs that Louis often forgot the lyrics to and Harry's stomach had only hurt a little while he stood off to the side. As they went into practice Kill My Mind an awful feeling came over Harry and he felt his palms start to sweat and his ears were ringing slightly as the music barely registered in his ears, just white noise. He felt that terrible twist in his belly and for a second he thought he might pass out but instead his mouth filled with sticky saliva and that feeling right before you throw up invaded his senses. He looked around frantically for a bathroom but didn't see one, instead seeing a large trash bin off to the side. That would have to work.
Harry weakly put his hand over his mouth as he held the side of the large bin with his other hand, waiting for the nausea to produce a gag. He was shaking something awful, and then it happened. Awful noises of retching filled the backstage area as workers watched on, nobody stepping in as Harry threw up into the trash can. Luckily it was over quickly but the stomachache came on right as the throwing up ended and Harry just wanted to go lay back down. He wipes his mouth on the sleeve of his sweatshirt before going back to the side of the stage where Louis could see him. Luckily Louis was looking his way when he appeared, probably wondering where Harry had gone, and Harry gave him a look that Louis instantly knew something was wrong.
Louis was quick to end rehearsal right then and there and luckily Matt didn't fight him hard on it, and he ran off stage to where Harry was. "You alright? What happened?" Louis asked frantically looking all over Harry's features trying to figure it out. "Threw up again.. I j-just wanna go home" Harry's voice cracked as his strong demeanor dropped in Louis presence and Louis wrapped his arms around Harry. "Cmon darling" Louis responded starting to steer Harry toward his dressing room. He wasn't ignoring the fact that Harry had just asked to go home, he just didn't know what to do with that. Harry couldn't just go home when he was this sick. There's no way he was getting on a plane like this.
Once in the dressing room, Louis locked the door so no unwanted guests would come in and deposited Harry onto the sofa in the middle of the room. "Can't go home darling.. I'm sorry you're not feeling well, I'll do anything to help ya baby, but home isn't really an option right now" Louis finally said sadly, knowing first hand that being sick and away from your home, and your own bed was the worst while touring. You'd think they would get used to it, but being sick just made you want to be in the comfort of your own home, Louis understood Harry's request all too well. "Let me get you some water, and I'll give ya a cuddle alright?" Louis continued when Harry didn't respond to him about not being able to go home. Harry just nodded curling up on the couch.
Once Louis had gotten a bit of water into Harry and even convinced him to eat a cracker, Louis laid out on the couch, opening his legs and arms for Harry to cuddle up between his legs, head on his chest. Harry was sniffling sadly, and Louis ran his hands up and down his back, massaging at his shoulders as well. "Your belly feeling any better at all?" Louis asked in the silence of the dressing room. Harry shook his head mumbling a no moving to place his own hand under his body so he could rub his own stomach which whirled under his palm. He'd clearly gotten some bug that was not letting up.
"Want me to rub your belly?" Louis asked after a few minutes with Harry moving positions so frequently it was clear his stomach wasn't settling and Louis wanted Harry to try and rest before the show. Harry murmured a mhm into Louis torso going to sit up, allowing Louis to lay on his side, Harry slotting himself into the little spoon position so easily, although he was taller than Louis, Harry was always the little spoon, even more so when he was unwell. "Where's it buggin' ya love?" Louis asked as he slid his and over Harry's shirt which covered his stomach. Harry took Louis hand into his own, sliding Lou's hand up his shirt feeling Louis warm fingers fan out over the toned skin of his stomach, "here, 's bad" Harry whispered finally stopping Louis hand just bellow his belly button, hissing slightly when Louis fingers dug into the aching organ below his fingertips. Louis stilled his movements not wanting to hurt Harry, but Harry made a small noise as if to say keep going, so Louis resumed his hand movements slightly lighter.
Louis fingertips were dancing over Harry's belly, feeling his muscles loosen as he tried to calm his stomach as best as he could. Harry had always loved when Louis would rub his stomach when it wasn't feeling good. Some people didn't want to be touched, the feeling making things worse, but Harry's body just reacted to Louis' touch so easily, allowing Harry to relax back into his chest. "I love you darling, rest now" Louis whispered softly into Harry's hair and Harry didn't need to be told twice, as his eyes closed and he fell into a light slumber, Louis touch soothing him.
It wasn't long before Harry was jerking awake, sitting up abruptly, causing Louis to flinch, startling by the sudden movement. He had fallen asleep himself, the quiet of the room, and rubbing Harry's stomach soothing not only Harry to sleep, but he too. "What's wrong?!" Louis asked quickly, leaning forward to try and read Harry's face but he couldn't tell. Harry started crying softly then, leaning forward over his knees squeezing his stomach. "Stop baby, you're gonna hurt yourself" Louis soothingly said as he pushed Harry's arms away," cmere lay down, let me see" Louis pulled Harry back down onto the couch, Harry now on his back, Louis propped up on his elbow on his side. "M' hurting again..you stopped rubbing" Harry cried out softly and Louis felt so bad. "Love I'm sorry, I fell asleep, just relax okay?" Louis hand found it's way back to Harry's stomach, lifting his shirt. He placed his hand back over his belly button rubbing gently.
Harry eased Louis hand down a bit further, where the pain was spreading to just above his sweatpants and Louis tried to hide his smirk, but failed. "I'm sick, stop" Harry whined as Louis laughed softly continuing to move his fingers softly over Harry's skin. They stayed like that for about an hour, Harry never able to fall back asleep with the awful rolling his stomach was doing, but Louis' hand never stopped and Harry couldn't ask for anything more from his husband, he really was the best.
"Feel like I might throw up again.." Harry broke the silence of the room and Louis lifted his head from where he had perched it on Harry's shoulder as he rubbed his stomach. "Now?" Harry just nodded swallowing deeply trying to control the nausea. "You wanna go to the bathroom? I can find a bin..." Louis said as he quickly got up looking around the room to see if there was one in sight, hoping Harry wouldn't get sick all over the carpets in here. Harry sat up slowly, not wanting to jostle anything up and when Louis didn't see a bin in the room he spoke," I don't see a bin, bathroom love" Louis helped Harry toward the little bathroom connected to his dressing room and when Harry's cheeks puffed up and his hand flew to stop what was coming Louis tried to rush them along quicker. Not quite fast enough, sick sprayed between the gaps in Harry's fingers that covered his mouth, and Louis let out a small noise hoping the seat was already up.
Luckily it was, and Harry all but collapsed to his knees in front of the bowl as a second round made its way up. Harry tried not to touch the toilet too much, not knowing how clean it was hovering over it. "M' sorry" Harry finally murmured out when he got a break from throwing up. "Nothing to be sorry for love, you're ill" Louis spoke softly wiping Harry's hands clean, as Harry wiped his mouth and flushed the toilet. He had tears in his eyes from the gagging and he just wanted to go lay back down. Being sat in front of the toilet was just making him more nauseous. Louis must have read his mind because before he could speak Louis was lifting him to his feet helping him back to the couch. "Let me wipe up the bathroom and I'll come lay back down with you alright?" Louis spoke when Harry got comfortable on the couch. "I'm sorry" Harry just weakly spoke out feeling bad that his husband was having to clean up his puke when he was a grown man. He shouldn't be sicking on the floor like a child. "Stop apologizing love" Louis just replied going to clean up.
Hours later when Louis and Harry had both gotten probably more rest than either of them had ever gotten while on tour, Louis knew he had to get ready for the show. Luckily Harry hadn't been sick again, although he wasn't feeling better persay. Louis and Harry had both figured it would be better for Harry to go get some rest on the bus during the show and Helene had offered to stay on the bus with Harry incase he needed anything. She was like a mother figure to the both of them during 1D days so Harry wasn't too upset not having Louis to look after him. It would only be a couple hours and then he would have his boy back. Louis left Harry and Helene both with a kiss to the cheek, hoping Harry would be okay for a couple more hours.
The show ended quickly and Louis hadn't been pulled off stage to go to Harry, so he took that as a good sign that Harry hadn't been too much trouble for Helene and when he entered the bus after a quick 2 minute shower, he found his boy curled up on the sofa, head in Helene's lap, her smiling down at the sweet boy. "He do okay?" Louis whispered not wanting to wake him. "He was fine love, didn't throw up, just laid down and slept" she smiled as he careful got up replacing her lap with a pillow. "Thank you thank you" Louis brought her into a hug before bidding goodbye to her. Curling up onto the sofa next to his boy, he whispered "I love you" as Harry's body molded to Louis' in his sleep because really they fit together so perfectly.
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