![]() He just didn't have the energy to argue, fortunate for Louis. Harry grumbles lamely, but, nonetheless, doesn't argue this time. Nice and light for your belly," Louis smiles. "That's why I'm just going to make you some toast. "Don't wanna throw up anymore," Harry weakly fights back. ![]() I know you don't feel well, but you have to get something into your system," Louis reasons, rubbing his boyfriend's arm comfortingly. No food," Harry quickly answers, shaking his head. "Feel awful," Harry murmurs as he leans into Louis's touch. "You're still so warm, pet," Louis tells him sadly, continuing to play with his hair. He pushes back Harry's sweaty curls, wincing at the obvious fever. Louis can't help but notice, even in the dimly lit room, that Harry is much paler than usual. ![]() Harry sighs resignedly, not wanting to fight back. ![]() Louis pulls the blanket back down and softly strokes Harry's cheek, feeling for a fever. "Nnngh, turn it off, ‘ouis," Harry moans and throws the duvet over his head, shielding himself from the unbearable light. He reaches over and turns on the bedside lamp, that way he can get a better look at his sick boy. "I take it you're not feeling any better then, sweetheart?" He whispers into the darkness, walking to the other side of the room and crouching next to the bed so he’s facing Harry. A small whimper is the first thing Louis hears when he opens the door to poke his head into the dark bedroom where his boyfriend is trying to sleep off a nasty stomach virus he’s managed to pick up. ![]()
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