"Lou Baby I need to pee. . ."
I shifted, gently leaning him away from my chest. Louis yawned quietly and tried clinging back onto my body. It was getting pretty late and as per usual Louis was sleepy as hell.
I laughed softly and ran a thumb over his cheek, earning a butt of his smooth hair, "I'm actually gonna pee on you Lou."
With wide sleepy eyes he stared up at me, chewing down on his bottom lip.
"It's barely eight a clock Louis! You look absolutely exhausted Love!" My mum stood with a laugh and shook the blanket she'd been hiding under behind her onto the couch. Louis blushed a bit in response, tucking his face away.
"Tired from driving I guess," he murmured.
I managed to lever him off me enough to stand up, helping mum collect the dirty mugs that had been left around the room. I handed them carefully over to her and then started for the bathroom only to have my boyfriend attach himself to my arm.
I smiled at him curiously but carried on. Whether or not Louis was there I was about to piss myself.
He splashed some water from the sink up onto his face while I did my business and by the time I turned around he was just gazing at himself blankly, his eyes empty. He'd completely zoned out.
"Earth to Louis. . ." I trailed off in amusement as I washed my hands under the water. I flicked the extra water from my hands onto his face, successfully drawing him out of his trance. He blinked a few times and swallowed.
He was acting weird. We'd had a quiet afternoon after a busy morning up at the lake with Mum so I hadn't really noticed it before but this really wasn't like him at all. He was just quiet, and clingy. Then again it might've been because we were at Mum's place. He always worried about what she thought of him, no matter how many times I told him she loved him to bits.
"What's the matter Baby?" I asked as I turned the tap off.
He shook his head, but that only made my suspicions stronger because I definitely didn't miss the trembling of his rosy lips.
With a hand on his back I turned him so that he was facing me, "come on Lou, I knows something's bothering you, you can tell me."
"No, Harry," he muttered, wiping at his eyes and trying to escape my gaze. Now I was worried. Louis didn't just cry, not over nothing.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close, my brain flicking through all the things that could be possibly making him upset like this. The only thing I could think of was the whole thing about Mum, but he'd never cried over it before.
"Okay Lou, you just tell me when you're ready. Go hop into bed Babe, I'll let Mum know we're done for the night and meet you there." I stroked his hair and ushered him out of the bathroom with a hand on the bottom of his back.
After helping Mum tidy up and then I headed back to the bedroom like I told Louis I would. He was sitting upright underneath the duvet, half of his body hidden away. He hadn't changed his shirt but I figured he'd at least gotten rid of his jeans before getting into bed. To my happiness there didn't seem to be any more tears although his eyes were still red.
I smiled at him reassuringly as I closed the curtains and changed out of my own clothes to join him in bed.
In front of the sink in the en suite bathroom I heard Louis quietly say my name. I paused and turned the tap off to make sure I wasn't hearing things and the next thing I hear was a sob.
Dropping my toothbrush I hurried out of my bathroom, "Louis, you're being proper funny tonight Baby, please tell me what's going on?" I pleaded as I wiped his new tears away and enveloped him in another hug. I was about to repeat the question when he suddenly jolted in my arms and then was pushing me away.
Before I had the chance to figure out what was happening he was jumping out of bed, falling promptly onto his hands and knees, and then vomiting. It all was like one swift motion. I gasped in surprise and sprung over to try help.
"I didn't kn-know! Sorry, s-so s-sorry!" He stammered tearfully as he curled into my chest, as far away from the fresh puke as he could manage.
"Shh Lou, get your breath back. . ." I soothed as best as I could. He was completely tearing himself up over this, sobbing, hiccuping, I wasn't sure what to do so I just kind of sat there and rocked our bodies ever so slightly until his breathing wasn't reminding me of someone hyperventilating.
"So sorry. . ." Louis repeated in a broken voice.
"Don't apologise baby, are you not feeling well? What happened?" I asked, seeing as he was in a calmer state.
"Didn't wanna say anything Haz, your mum, she already doesn't-"
I cut him off right there, knowing exactly where this was going, "I wish you'd stop believing that Lou. Mum adores you, every single little piece."
With a soft shake of his head Louis hiccuped again, "I've just d-destroyed her carpet Harry."
"It'll scrub right out, trust me when I say that this is definitely not the first time this has happened in this house," I promised reassuringly. I could feel Louis shaking against me, "do you think you might have a fever?"
Louis shrugged silently.
"Okay Babe, just relax yeah? You're okay. I'm going to go get Mum, she knows more about this stuff than I do."
At the mentioning of Mum Louis eyes widened and he shook his head more frantically, "no, Harry!"
"You're being silly Lou," I told him as I helped him onto his feet and then onto the bed. He was holding his tummy now and I sighed to myself. I didn't know a lot, like I'd said, but I did know that a stomachache paired with vomiting was usually a bug or the flu, food poisoning maybe, and those were the lucky options.
I kissed his dampened lips and left to find Mum before he could stop me. I just had to make him see that he really didn't have to be afraid. I could hardly understand why he was in the first place.
"Hey, Mum?"
She looked up from her book, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes sparkled with curiosity, "everything good Hazza?"
"Uh, well, Louis' just been sick-"
"Oh no! Poor Darl, is he alright? Do you need a hand? We have plenty of medicine around the house H, more than enough, if he wants to help himself-"
I simply gave her a pointed look to stop her rambling. At this point she'd closed her book.
"I came to see if you'd help, I don't really know what to do."
Mum was already out of her seat and nodding.
"But, hang on, listen. He's still worried about what you think okay? He's terrified you'll hate him for the mess he made on the carpet," I explained before she could bust right on in. She cooed sadly, "I'll be careful Haz. The thermometer's on the cupboard, grab it will you?"
She took off to the bedroom. I sighed and reached for the cupboard she'd gestured to, hopefully Louis wouldn't go into shock mode or something being in the room with her alone.
Thinking about what could happen I sped up, jogging back to the room with the thermometer in hand the moment I managed to find the thing.
What I didn't expect to find was Louis slung comfortably around Mum, almost falling asleep by the looks of his adorable droopy eyes. Mum shot me an excited look like, 'look what I did!'
I nodded in approval. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Louis might be a bit more unsure again when he's less lethargic but for now he's comfortable and it's a massive relief to finally see. Mum was just as happy, if not happier, than I was.
"I'm back Lou, I'm going to take your temperature okay Baby?" I murmured quietly as I sat down beside him. An amused smile crossed my face as he waved a lazy hand, "I'm okay now Haz. . ."
"Let me just check then, it'll only take a minute," I pushed. I wanted to believe him but he was significantly pale and I couldn't just forget the almost break down he'd just had. He wasn't like that on any other day, it was a sure fever.
Mum patted his hair softly and lifted him sightly to lean on me instead, "I'll go get some stuff to clean up."
Louis inhaled a deep breath and snuggled further into my shoulder. I prodded at his lip a couple of time with the thermometer but it was fairly obvious I wasn't going to get anywhere with it so in the end I just closed his arm down over the little device. He shivered and opened his eyes, "I said I was okay, it's cold!"
"I'm just making sure Lou, it'll get more comfortable in just a second, I promise," I chuckled. He pouted adorably and hid his hands under his sleeves.
"How's your tummy?" I asked while we waited for the beep.
Louis shrugged, "fine."
A harsh sounding gurgle emitted from it at the same time as he spoke which made me wince and raise and eyebrow questioningly, "come on Lou, don't lie to me."
"I'm fine Harry," He shook his head stubbornly. The thermometer beeped and I plucked it out from under his arm. The numbers had me looking up at him with a knowing expression, "your 39.4 degree temperature tells a different story."
Mum re-entered the room, dumping a bucket of water and soap down onto the floor.
Louis made a sound and stood up with a grunt, "I can do it, it's my fault."
I set a careful hand on his shoulder and said no at the same time Mum did, both of us shaking our heads in disbelief.
"Lou, you're burning up!" I stated, "you need to lay down."
"Don't worry about any of this Darl, this isn't my first rodeo," Mum chuckled kindheartedly.
When Louis' eyes filled with tears I just wanted to scoop him up.
"B-but, I want to do it. . ." he said in a voice sounding awfully close to crying. He swiped at his sweating forehead in frustration and stumbled over to kneel at the sick on the floor where he picked up a cloth and weakly started scrubbing at the edges. Mum was looking at me intensely, trying to figure out what we were supposed to do.
I crouched down beside Louis hesitantly, not wanting to be snapped at. He could be a pretty stubborn guy when he wanted to be.
"Leave it Baby, I'll do it," I offered, covering his hand with mine, "you're going to make yourself feel so much worse if you don't relax and I really don't like seeing you so miserable. It makes me miserable too Lou."
He paused and I thought he was thinking about taking up on it but after a moment his hand twitched towards his lips and I knew that wasn't the reason at all.
"I'm fine, 'm fine H-Harry," he rasped as I levered him onto his feet. His breathing was already getting heavy again.
"You're absolutely right Lou, but you need the toilet right now yeah? Let's go," I spoke hurriedly as I moved the both of us into the en suite, leaving Mum with the cleaning appliances. Hopefully she could deal with it before we got back so Louis wouldn't try again.
Turns out Mum had plenty of time to clean up.
I was in the bathroom slaving over Louis while he puked up what had to be every trace of liquid and solid in his system. And I meant everything. I didn't know what had gotten him sick like this but I felt dreadful for him. Plus it had to happen here, rather than at home.
We were in the bathroom for close to an hour and by then Louis was thankfully done protesting and had given in totally. He let me lead him back to bed, not sparing a single glance at the still slightly damp patch on the carpet. Mum had vanished but there was a stack of medicines on the bed side table that I supposed she'd left for us before heading to bed.
"I'm sorry. . ." Louis whispered again as I climbed into bed beside him, tucking around his overly warm body. I just hoped that the fever reducer would kick in before morning.
"Nothing to be sorry 'bout, you're just fine Lou," I reassured, "there's absolutely nothing you need to worry your sweet little mind about."
He grumbled quietly, "don' wanna be sick though H, I hate it, and your Mum-"
"Doesn't mind it one bit. I've told you, she's told you."
With one last sigh Louis chest raised up once sharpy and deflated slowly, "g'night Hazza. . ."
"Wake me if you wake, I muttered in response, already feeling my lids shutting.
Louis nodded against my chest and that's about the last thing I remember.
Sorry about the wait lovelies, but at least it wasn't two months, right? It's a bit of a shorty, sorry! Still, enjoy! Leave a vote of you'd like, I love you guys, appreciate all of it! Thank you so much!