"Come on, love!" Louis laughed as he smoothly skated away, effortlessly gliding around the small frozen rink as if he had learned to skate before learning to walk. He had been coming to this rink since he was a child and he considered himself a pretty amazing ice skater.
Harry on the other hand was stumbling around like a baby deer standing on four banana peels. It nearly gave Louis a heart attack at the beginning but he decided if Harry needed to learn to skate properly he'd need to let him learn on his own.
"Lou!" Harry gasped once Louis left his side, flailing pathetically before regaining his balance. Harry was definitely not the best at skating and he didn't even want to go to the rink today but he did it because he knew just how much Louis enjoyed it.
"Go a little faster, you're alright. Louis said encouragingly as he skated back towards Harry who was still going incredibly slow and wobbling all over the place. Louis knew Harry was afraid of trying because he didn't want to fall.
Harry always had this extreme fear of falling on the ice and it made no sense to Louis but he didn't judge his husband for it, falling down on rock solid ice was definitely not fun.
Harry grabbed on to Louis' arm and steadied himself before taking a deep breath, seeming a little upset. Louis knew he was about to give up if he didn't convince him otherwise soon.
"I can't do it, Lou," he said, sighing in defeat. Louis frowned at his husband's words. He didn't want him to feel discouraged and he knew for a fact he wasn't leaving the rink until Harry had skated successfully.
"Harry, It took me months to learn how to skate. You're doing fine," Louis said sympathetically, causing Harry to shoot him a look of confusion in response.
"We've been coming to this rink together for two years though. I should be a pro by now," Harry said sadly and Louis held back a laugh, not realizing the flaw in his encouraging words. He quickly attempted to rephrase what he said and fix everything.
"I know, but we've only been here around five times in the past two years, yeah?" Louis asked and waited for Harry to nod in response.
"So for your fifth time on the ice you're doing incredible!" Louis said with a smile before grabbing Harry's arm and gently guiding him forward, getting tired of standing still for too long. Plus, Harry was never going to learn if all they did was talk instead of skate.
Louis sped up slightly before examining Harry and making sure he was okay. Louis planned to let him go on his own for a moment and although it was a little risky he decided to do it anyways. Once he got to the perfect speed he figured he should inform Harry.
"I'm going to let you go on your own now, okay?" Louis asked, still carefully examining Harry's every move to make sure he wasn't going to fall.
"No! Please don't, Lou!" Harry shouted, sounding genuinely terrified which made Louis instantly regret letting him go. Louis began skating to the other side of the rink so he could pose as the finish line for Harry.
"Just come to me. You got this!" Louis said enthusiastically as he watched Harry attempt to skate closer towards him. They weren't that far apart but the distance was enough to make it difficult for Harry to get all the way over.
Louis continued to cheer and encourage Harry to come closer but in a matter of seconds all Louis' enthusiasm was replaced with panic as Harry stumbled on the ice, nearly regaining his balance before his skates slipped out from under him and he fell flat on his back with a heart-stopping thud.
"Oh my god." Louis whispered under his breath as he rushed over to Harry. The injured boy instantly rolled onto his stomach and covered his eyes with his hands, presumably to hide the tears.
It was silent for a moment and all Louis could hear was his own rapid heartbeat and Harry's shaky breaths. Louis kneeled down beside Harry before gently nudging his shoulder in an attempt to get him to sit up.
"Are you okay?" Louis asked, feeling incredibly sorry for letting Harry go on his own, he should have been closer so he could have prevented this. He didn't have time to think about how bad he felt. He could apologize later. Right now he just needed to make sure Harry was okay.
"Oh, Love," Louis whispered as Harry uncovered his face, revealing tear-filled eyes as Louis had expected. It still made Louis' heart shatter though. He didn't like the fact that he was the reasoning behind his husband's pain.
"Did you hurt yourself or did it just scare you?" Louis asked calmly, trying not to make the situation worse by freaking out although he was definitely not feeling calm on the inside. Harry weakly sat up and Louis was quick to offer a hand.
"Both," Harry breathed out and Louis didn't like the answer. He didn't want Harry to be hurt. Louis used his shirtsleeve to wipe away Harry's tears before continuing to ask questions.
"Okay, what hurts?" Louis asked and Harry groaned as he tried to stand.
"No, no, no, Stay down." Louis rushed out frantically, worried Harry was only going to injure himself more by getting up when he possibly had multiple injuries. Although Louis didn't even know what was wrong with Harry he still figured it was bad since Harry almost never cried over an injury.
"My head hurts really bad, Lou," Harry whimpered, finally answering Louis' question. Louis frowned in response, not really knowing what to say since he was the one who caused all of this. It didn't feel good to know that if he didn't let Harry go they would have still been skating and having fun.
"And my back," Harry added after a few silent moments and Louis noticed more tears filling his husband's eyes. Louis helplessly watched, not knowing exactly what he could do to help Harry. All he knew was that they had to get back to the car and probably straight to the hospital.
"You did fall pretty hard. I expected you to be unconscious to be honest.]," Louis said but instantly regret it when Harry looked up at him with wide eyes. It was only the truth, Louis might have been over-dramatic and in the moment but when he heard the thud he figured Harry would be knocked out.
"R-really?" Harry asked shakily and that's when Louis knew he needed to be a little more careful with what he said, especially in situations like these. Louis tried to think of something else to say to fix it but his brain wasn't functioning properly and all he could think about was how guilty he felt.
"I'm gonna be sick." Harry groaned and Louis wasn't sure if it was from the injury or from hearing the fact that Louis expected him to be out cold from the fall. Louis scooted closer to Harry and sympathetically rubbed his back.
Louis didn't actually think Harry was going to puke. He was probably just in shock from falling. Louis was quickly proved wrong when Harry gagged and leaned over a little before expelling what seemed like half of his stomachs contents.
Louis was shocked that he was actually being sick and he just couldn't process the fact that all of this was happening. He didn't understand why Harry was now throwing up. Maybe it was the fear? The pain? He wasn't exactly sure but he didn't like it one bit.
Harry placed a shaky hand on his stomach as he heaved again, bringing up another stream of the vile liquid. Louis decided that rubbing Harry's back probably wasn't the most helpful thing seeing as he had just fallen straight on his back and was probably all bruised.
Louis noticed Harry was making no effort to move his hair out of the way which only made everything a lot more difficult for the injured boy. Louis held back Harry's curls as he managed to puke on the ice for a third time.
It didn't make any sense why he was puking so much but he was and no one could stop it from happening. Harry groaned once again after a few moments and Louis stared sadly at Harry's face, trying to see if he was done being sick or not.
"I'm so sorry this happened." Louis said and Harry didn't respond. Louis hoped that it was because he was too focused on the pain to talk, not that he was mad at him for causing all of this.
Louis realised they both still had their skates on and there was no way they could walk back to the car wearing those. Louis carefully unlaced Harry's skates and pulled them off. Harry winced slightly at the movement and Louis figured he must have hurt his ankle somehow during the fall.
Louis didn't think it was completely necessary to put their regular shoes back on so he picked the up, deciding to carry them instead.
"We should try and get to the car, alright?" Louis asked and Harry nodded, looking ready to pass out. Louis grabbed Harry's hands tightly before pulling him up. Harry immediately looked like he was in severe pain.
"Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!" Harry rushed out, trying to lower himself back down onto the ice.
"No, stay up. You're okay," Louis said as softly as he could, trying not to cry. The whole situation was way too much for him and he had no idea how to handle it.
Usually Harry was the one taking care of Louis, it was never the other way around. Harry winced as he straightened up and Louis held tightly onto the younger boy's arm, making sure he wasn't going to fall.
"You're alright. Let's go to the car," Louis said quietly, mostly to himself. He wasn't even sure if Harry had heard him but it didn't matter anyways. He just wanted to get to the car as quickly as he could.
Louis was happy that the rink was so unpopular because this was probably a pretty weird sight.
Harry was hunched over like an eighty year old man, his arm was wrapped tightly around Louis' shoulders and he was completely reliant on his husband to get him back to the car. Louis was nearly crumbling to the ground from all the extra weight he was holding up but he knew he had to stay strong for Harry.
"C-can we stop?" Harry asked, sounding extremely pained. Louis nodded before stopping. He hoped they wouldn't have to make too many more stops since the car was parked around five minutes away and they had only been walking for thirty seconds.
"Are you alright, babe?" Louis asked as he grabbed Harry's hand. Harry looked unsure of what to say but that didn't matter. He was definitely focused on the pain right now.
After a few more seconds Harry gave a small nod, meaning he was ready to continue. His breathing hitched as they started walking again and Louis felt horrible for the boy. He must have been in so much pain.
They tried to walk as quickly as they could to the car so they could sit down. Louis was absolutely exhausted from skating all day and now holding up so much weight. They both just wanted to get home. Or maybe the hospital.
It only took them six minutes to make it back to the car and Harry leaned up against the car and aggressively shook the door handle so he could get in. Louis nearly laughed at the sight but he decided it wasn't the time.
"Don't break the door, Love" Louis said as he grabbed the keys out of his pocket, pressing unlock so Harry could finally sit down. Harry opened the car door and lowered himself down painfully slow. He successfully managed to sit down with only a few groans and Louis was impressed.
It was extremely cold outside and Harry turned on the heater the second Louis put the key in the ignition. Louis needed to ask Harry if he wanted to go home or to the hospital but he was scared. He didn't want to know the answer.
"Harry?" Louis asked quietly, gaining enough courage to ask the question. Harry looked up at Louis and waited for him to continue. Louis took a deep breath before speaking again.
"Do you think we should go to the hospital?" Louis asked and Harry looked down sadly. Harry absolutely hated hospitals and Louis knew that. It wouldn't be surprising if Harry decided he didn't think he needed to go.
"I mean, maybe?" Harry responded weakly, not knowing for sure if his injuries were bad enough for it. Louis was shocked by the answer, he thought there was absolutely no way Harry would even consider a trip to the hospital.
Louis nodded at the answer, figuring he'd just have to decided himself whether they go or not. Only a few minutes later Harry turned off the heater and leaned back in his seat, looking uncomfortable.
"It's freezing, Love," Louis said as he went to turn the heater back on. Harry shook his head and pushed Louis' hand away before rolling down his window and leaning against the door. Louis had absolutely no idea what Harry was doing. He just knew it was now freezing cold in the car.
"Pull over," Harry stated urgently as he wiggled the door handle once again. Louis' heart started racing as he looked for a spot to pull over. It only took a few seconds for the car to be completely stopped on the side of the road.
Harry jumped out as quickly as he could, kneeling down on the ground with a pained expression. He retched painfully over the dirt below him and Louis winced at the sound. It did not seem like fun to be Harry right now.
"You're alright, it's okay," Louis whispered as he crouched down beside his husband. Harry felt extremely thankful that they were on a quiet road with almost no cars because this was embarrassing.
Harry placed a shaky arm on the ground in front of him, helping him stay up. His other arm stayed completely still, resting on his sick stomach. Louis felt completely useless once again. There was nothing he could do to help but he still wanted to do more than that.
Harry gagged again, sending a stream of puke onto the ground below, it splashed onto his jeans and a little on his hand but Louis could clean that up later. Harry frowned in disgust once he realized how gross this was.
He looked down at his dirty jeans and without warning gagged again. He lurched forward as quickly as he could before adding to the mess on the ground. He coughed a few times before wiping his mouth with his shirtsleeve.
"Louis, do we have any water?" Harry asked, out of breath from all the throwing up he had just done. Louis stood up and looked in the car for a water bottle, praying there would be one in there.
"I'm not sure, babe." Louis responded as he continued looking through the car. He found a half empty one lying on the floor in the backseat and figured it would have to do for now. It was completely warm from the heater being on which only made it seem worse.
"This is all we have." Louis said and Harry took it, looking incredibly thankful. He took a large sip before spitting it back onto the ground, trying to rinse his mouth out. Louis grabbed the bottle from Harry and slowly poured some over the sick boy's hand.
"I love you," Harry said quietly and out of nowhere. Louis looked up at Harry in confusion. He must have just been really appreciative.
"I love you too, Gorgeous," Louis responded, still not really understanding the random timing of the sweet words.
"I'm sorry about all this," Harry said, gesturing around to himself and the puddle of sick on the ground. Louis frowned, knowing Harry was feeling bad about the situation which wasn't fair at all. Louis was the one who caused it and he should be the only one feeling bad if anything.
"It's okay, I promise. It's not like you can help it," Louis said soothingly and Harry gave a weak smile before attempting to stand.
"Let me help," Louis said, finally feeling like he was doing something helpful. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled the boy up in one swift movement. He was surprised by his own strength but he didn't have any time to celebrate. He still just wanted to get home.
Louis drove as quickly as he could back to the house which was luckily only twenty minutes away from the rink. He figured Harry didn't need to go to the hospital or else he would have said something about it earlier.
If Harry was hurting more tomorrow Louis would take him to the local doctor rather than the hospital. Harry didn't think he needed to go to the hospital but he knew it would probably be good to get his injuries checked out so the doctor would be good.
The second he pulled up in front of the house Harry looked ready to puke once again and Louis prayed that wasn't the case. He didn't like watching his husband so sick, it wasn't a good feeling at all and it surely wasn't fun for Harry.
Louis jumped out of the car and rushed around to Harry's side so he could help him out. Harry unbuckled and tried to climb out but immediately fell back into the seat.
"Alright?" Louis asked in concern as Harry buried his face in his hands.
"M-my head h-hurts so bad, Lou." Harry sobbed and Louis felt his eyes beginning to fill with tears, he blinked a couple of times, trying to keep it together for Harry.
"Do you want to go to the hospital now, Love?" Louis asked, wondering if Harry's answer had changed now that he seemed to be in a lot more pain. Harry shook his head and Louis wasn't sure if he thought Harry was telling the truth or not.
"Are you sure?" Louis asked, wanting the truth. Harry nodded before wiping away his tears.
"I know I don't need the hospital. I'm just dramatic," Harry said, laughing sadly at himself but Louis found nothing about the situation funny. Harry grabbed onto Louis' arm and pulled himself out of the car, feeling proud of his achievement.
Once they got into the house Louis forced Harry into bed so he could rest, hoping his injuries would get a little better overnight.
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In the morning Louis sat impatiently at the kitchen table, waiting for Harry to wake up so he could find out how he was feeling. It was becoming too much for Louis and he couldn't wait any longer. He just needed to know if Harry was okay or not.
"Wake up, Love," Louis whispered as he walked into the bedroom, gently knocking on the door to hopefully let Harry know of his presence in the room.
Harry groaned and Louis rushed over and sat on the bed beside him.
"How are you feeling today?" Louis asked and Harry sat up with a surprisingly little amount of winces. Louis could already tell he was feeling way better and it made him so extremely happy.
"My head hurts a little but it's not too bad." Harry said with a yawn and Louis smiled.
"So no hospital?" Louis asked and Harry shook his head, looking slightly unsure.
"I don't think so." Harry said and Louis let out a sigh of relief.
"You're so strong, you know that?" Louis said softly and Harry gave a confused look.
"All I did was fall on ice, Louis," Harry said and Louis rolled his eyes.
"Just take the compliment," Louis responded and Harry gave a smile in return.
"Fine. Thank you." Harry said quietly and Louis was happy with the response.
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My fourth update! I'm so extremely happy with how all of you have been reacting to my stuff! It's absolutely heartwarming when you guys comment nice things! (: <3- Alexandra
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thank you very much charlee for letting me come back for another update!
"I can't believe you actually broke your ankle." Louis said quietly in disbelief as he watched Harry struggle to use his new crutches. Louis held the door open for the injured boy before following home out of the small doctor's office.
"And got a concussion." Louis added after a few silent moments, trying to keep the one-sided conversation going even though Harry understandably wasn't in much of a talking mood at the minute. Harry gave a weak shrug before speaking.
"I'm not too surprised about the concussion. I could tell it was bad the second I hit the ground." Harry said quietly and Louis gave a sympathetic frown in response, placing a gentle hand on his husbands back as he guided him through the parking lot back to the car.
"I think we're going to have to stop at the store to get some pills for your head." Louis said softly as he unlocked the car, quickly opening the passenger side door so he could help Harry in. Harry winced as he lowered himself into the seat which completely shattered Louis' heart for the millionth time that week.
Harry decided he would be fine to go home right after the incident happened but the second he started complaining about headaches Louis rushed him right to the local doctor, hoping it wouldn't be too serious.
He would have taken the boy straight to the hospital but he didn't think it was that urgent seeing as Harry had already made it an entire week with whatever possible injuries he had so it was definitely not too concerning and he didn't want to make a big deal out of it if it was only a minor thing
Harry had been taking tons of painkillers to help with his injured ankle and pounding head but sadly they ran out and that's when Harry started noticing just how bad his situation really was. Luckily the doctor had prescribed a different type of painkiller that would help a lot more.
Turns out Harry had a broken ankle and a minor concussion which was completely unexpected. Louis was extremely shocked at how well Harry handled the pain for an entire week. He originally thought Harry was crazy when he didn't shut down the idea of going to the hospital the night of the incident but now he found himself feeling guilty for not taking the injured boy sooner.
"What do you think about having to use crutches?" Louis asked softly as he ungracefully fell into the drivers seat, turning the key in the ignition and backing out of the small parking lot. Harry gave a weak shrug, not exactly knowing how to feel.
"It's going to be interesting." Harry sighed, looking out the window like a dramatic scene in a music video. Louis gave a small nod in response before glancing over at Harry, trying to make sure he wasn't completely upset about the crutches.
"But I think it's kind of cool." Harry said with a weak smile as he turned to face Louis.
"I think so too." Louis added, returning the small smile, feeling happy that Harry didn't absolutely hate his crutches since he'd have to be with them for the next few months until his ankle was healed enough to get rid of them.
"Do you want to come in the store or do you want me to just run in real quick?" Louis asked, immediately cringing at his choice of words. Harry didn't even notice the problem until Louis looked over in shock, immediately trying to apologize.
"I didn't mean like literally run, I meant like, I didn't-" Louis started but Harry cut him off with a small laugh, trying to assure the panicked boy that everything was fine. It was almost pathetic how guilty Louis felt over all of this.
"It's fine." Harry said, giving a lighthearted laugh although Louis could tell the poor boy wasn't feeling very well. Louis glanced over at Harry with an apologetic look before speaking once again.
"I'm just really sorry this happened." Louis said with a sigh as he pulled into a parking space and shut off the car, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt and turning to face his husband, waiting for a proper response to his earlier question.
"It's really not your fault, Lou." Harry said convincingly and for a split second Louis didn't feel any guilt. It was an amazing feeling but sadly it didn't last long as Louis' brain went straight back to the fact that he was the one who forced Harry to skate alone in the first place.
"And I'll come in the store with you." Harry added once he realized he never answered the question. He unbuckled himself before reaching to open up the car door which sent Louis rushing out of his own seat and around the front of the car so he could open the door for his husband.
"Just because I have a broken ankle doesn't mean I can't open doors." Harry joked lightheartedly although deep down inside he knew he needed the help. He just didn't want to be a burden.
"I'm sorry." Louis whispered as he backed away from the door, letting Harry do the rest on his own. He struggled slightly and wobbled around for a moment before steadying himself and leaning against the car door for extra support.
"I just want you to treat me like I'm perfectly fine because I am and I can do everything myself." Harry said once he was completely steady and out of the car. He hopped to the side before closing the car door which caused Louis to smile proudly at him.
"Uh, Lou?" Harry asked quietly, looking down at his shoes in embarrassment.
"Yeah, love?" Louis asked, sounding extremely concerned. He had absolutely no idea what Harry was going to say but the tone in his voice sounded sad and Louis knew that couldn't mean anything good.
"I-uh, I need you to get me my crutches." Harry said and Louis couldn't help but laugh after letting out a sigh of relief. Harry laughed along with Louis as he was handed his temporary fix. He adjusted the crutches under his arms and began the journey to the front of the store.
"You've already mastered your crutches." Louis said enthusiastically as he jogged to keep up with the speeding boy. Harry was already fast enough before having crutches but now that he could just easily glide around he was a lot faster.
"Alright, aisle 10." Louis said as they walked through the automatic doors to the store, getting hit by an enjoyable blast of cold air the second they entered. Harry led the way to the correct aisle and Louis struggled to keep up.
"Do you remember what kind we have to get?" Louis asked, frowning at how stupid he was for forgetting the right prescription. He had it saved on his phone but it was too much work to grab it out and check when he could have just remembered it.
"I have no idea." Harry said in confusion as he took a look around at the hundreds of bottles that were lined up on the shelves, all looking incredibly similar but having completely different uses.
"Anything that'll make it stop is good enough for me." Harry groaned, clearly in a lot of pain which was understandable. Harry was doing extremely well with the ankle portion of the injury but he wasn't doing too good with the concussion.
"Let me just check real fast." Louis said realizing that possibly buying the wrong one could be dangerous or just not effective enough for the type of pain Harry was dealing with. Harry aimlessly walked around the aisle as Louis continued to scroll through his phone, trying his hardest to find the place where he wrote down the correct prescription.
Louis shoved his phone back into his pocket once he found what he was looking for and quickly began scanning the aisle for it, trying to get out of there as fast as he could. Louis grabbed the bottle once he found it and began walking towards the checkout.
Harry was slowing down a lot and Louis could tell the pain was probably getting to him. He didn't have anything in his system to help the pain at the moment so he must have been feeling pretty bad.
Louis paid for the pills and rushed out of the store, not even having time to make small talk with the cashier at the register. The two boys silently walked back to the car. Louis figured Harry didn't want to talk so he didn't even attempt to say anything just yet.
"Do you want to take one now?" Louis asked once they finally made it to the car. Harry gave a small shrug as he balanced his crutches against the side of the car, balancing on one leg as he aggressively shook the door handle, waiting for Louis to unlock it.
"Hold on, don't break the door." Louis said in amusement as he grabbed the car keys out of his pocket and unlocked the car, helping the boy in before getting into his own seat. Harry looked over with a small frown before speaking.
"I'll take one now, please." Harry said quietly and Louis frowned as he started up the car. He reached for the bottle of pills he had set in the center console before ripping off the protective plastic on top.
"Are you okay?" Louis asked sympathetically and Harry gave a weak nod, closing his eyes and leaning his head back onto the headrest. He took a few deep breaths before speaking again, clearly not feeling okay.
"Yeah, I can just feel it starting to get worse." Harry said and with that Louis handed a pill to his hurting husband along with a bottle of water that was already in the car from another trip, figuring it would have to do for now.
"Thanks, gorgeous" Harry said softly as he took the small pill, quickly tossing it in his mouth and chugging water like his life depended on it. Louis gave Harry a small smile before pulling out of the parking lot, realizing the sooner they got home the better.
"I feel horrible." Harry whimpered out of nowhere and Louis frowned, instinctively reaching a hand over to rub his husbands thigh. If he could take away the poor boy's pain he would in a heartbeat but sadly all he could do at the moment was be supportive.
"I know, love. You'll feel better once the painkiller kicks in." Louis said sadly as he tried to focus on the road although it was hard when Harry was endlessly whimpering from the passenger seat.
Louis tried to get home as quickly as he could, figuring Harry didn't want to be in the car right now. He continued to glance worriedly over at Harry, trying to make sure he was okay. It was his eleventh glance when he finally decieded to speak up.
"Are you alright?" Louis asked, noticing Harry was beginning to look worse off than before. Harry gave a weak nod and Louis frowned, knowing he was trying to act strong and not admit how bad he was actually feeling which was extremely worrying.
Luckily the drive home was only a short ten minutes and they were already five minutes in but those first five minutes felt like an hour to Harry who was eager to get home and flop on the couch, figuring some rest would help the pain a little.
"I'm starting to feel sick." Harry breathed out after a few silent minutes, closing his eyes as a light wave of nausea washed over him. He had a pretty interesting stomach that would act up over almost anything so it wasn't exactly surprising that the poor boy who already had a broken ankle and a concussion would soon be throwing up.
The doctor had warned the poor boy that concussions would usually cause nausea and vomiting but Harry and Louis both shook it off, figuring it wouldn't happen but they were beginning to be proved wrong.
"We're almost home, just a few more minutes." Louis said softly and at this point he wasn't sure if he was reassuring himself or trying to soothe Harry. He just knew he wanted to be out of the car and helping his husband, which he couldn't do from behind the wheel.
Louis didn't say anything else as he pulled into their driveway, feeling extremely happy to finally be home. He was barely halfway into the driveway when Harry unbuckled his seatbelt, urgently pushing open the door and stumbling out.
"Shit." Louis muttered as he unbuckled his own seat belt and jumped out of the car as quickly as he could, not bothering to turn off the engine or even close the door as he ran over to his husband who was ungracefully hopping over to the front door, a look of discomfort plastered onto his face.
"Talk to me, gorgeous." Louis said softly as he grabbed Harry by the arm, acting as a crutch so he could help the injured boy to the front door. Harry shook his head in response, swallowing hard. Louis frowned, finally understanding what was going on.
"I just want to lie down." Harry groaned, closing his eyes as he leaned up against the house, impatiently waiting for Louis to unlock the door. Louis glanced at Harry for a moment before grabbing the keys out of his pocket.
"You look like you're about to puke." Louis said sadly after glancing at Harry once again.
"Feel like it." Harry added quietly, almost sounding embarrassed about everything that was going on. Louis frowned before remembering he left the car on. He jogged over as quickly as he could and turned it off, closing and locking all the doors.
Even without the crutches Harry was pretty good at maneuvering himself around. He balanced himself against the wall and carefully hopped inside the house, jostling his stomach an unbelievable amount in the process.
"Let me help you." Louis said as he walked back into the house, reaching his arms out to help stabilize the poor boy. Harry immediately turned away, leaning fully against the wall, breathing heavily. It was pretty obvious what was about to happen so Louis just watched helplessly.
"S-step back, P-please." Harry said quietly, closing his eyes and swallowing hard as if it was taking all of his strength to keep it all down. Louis felt extremely bad for being overbearing but he just wanted to make sure Harry was alright.
Louis took two small steps back and only two seconds later Harry was puking full force onto the tiles below with no sign of stopping anytime soon. He looked incredibly pained and was nearly about to fall over from dizziness.
Harry gagged harshly and added to the disgusting puddle on the floor. It splashed onto the walls and Louis knew he was going to have a fun time cleaning it all up later.
"It's okay, let it out." Louis said calmly as he held tightly onto the younger boy's arm, trying to make sure he didn't collapse into the mess of sick he was creating. Harry was shaking like crazy and Louis knew he had to get the boy to sit down soon or else he'd be unconcious soon.
"Come on." Louis said as he draped Harry's arm over his shoulders for support and began guiding him to the couch. Harry stopped right away and shook his head but Louis dragged him along, not giving him any break.
"Louis, I-I'm not d-" Harry choked out but was cut off by a harsh gag and a small amount of puke barrelling up his throat. He weakly leaned his head forward so he wouldn't get any sick on himself but it still ended up splashing on his jeans.
Louis finally reached the couch and helped Harry onto it, hoping the boy was already done and he'd be able to get some rest. Harry sat down and winced at the pain in his head before gagging once again, luckily not bringing anything else up.
He coughed a few times before wiping his mouth with his shirtsleeve,deciding he was done for now. He carefully lowered himself down into a comfortable position before closing his eyes and trying to sleep, hoping he'd just magically feel better when he woke.
Within five minutes Harry was fast asleep, one arm draped over his eyes and the other lying carefully over his stomach. He looked pretty comfortable but it hurt Louis to know that he was feeling pained.
Louis was sitting quietly on his laptop, mindlessly scrolling through twitter while listening to some soft music on his earbuds. He was only a few steps away from Harry incase he ended up needing him.
Louis had already prepared two painkillers and a glass of water for when the boy woke. He also brought out a small bowl and set it on the coffee table beside the couch, just incase.
Harry took a deep breath and Louis immediately jumped up, prepared to give the boy anything he needed. The young boy sniffled quietly before moving his arm, revealing tear-stained cheeks. Louis was just about to ask what was wrong when Harry spoke up.
"I'm going to puke again." He groaned, sounding completely over feeling this way. Louis carefully handed the boy the small mixing bowl and waited. Harry burped sickly and threw his hand up to his mouth, trying to prevent anything from actually happening.
He was hit with another wave of nausea and a strong gag escaped his lips. He pressed his hand tighter against his mouth, not ready to let anything out. Louis frowned in sympathy before moving closer towards Harry.
"Move your hand. You'll be alright." Louis said softly and Harry shook his head, heaving into his hand that was now covered in sick, clearly not doing well at holding everything back. He lifted the bowl up higher towards his mouth so he wouldn't have to bend over and hurt his sore back.
He coughed and sputtered for a few seconds, managing to bring up a significant amount of sick that splashed loudly into the bowl, causing Louis to wince. Harry weakly wiped his mouth with his hand before pushing the bowl towards Louis.
"M'done." Harry said quietly, not feeling up for talking at the moment. Louis nodded before taking the bowl and going to rinse it out in the bathroom sink. He rushed back into the living room with the clean bowl and sat down on the couch beside Harry.
"Are you feeling any better, love?" Louis asked and Harry gave a small shrug.
"A little."
hi again guys:) i wrote this a very long while ago and i figured it'd be cool to post it here since charlee is now doing extension pieces:) i pitched the idea to her and she liked it but once i got permission i realized i had no idea where this chapter was saved so i had to search for it for a long while and i ended up finding the unfinished one so i had to rewrite the ending which is why it ends so abrubtly haha. thanks for reading:)! it's left wide open for a second extension so we'll see what happens haha<3- alexandra