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Louis hated throwing up. It was the most pointless thing on the earth in his opinion. Or maybe his jury was out because he had been throwing up every day since he and Harry had gotten back from their honeymoon, but that had been more than two weeks ago. This shouldn’t be happening.
At first it was easy to ignore the turning feeling in his stomach but with each passing day the feeling of throwing up overwhelming his senses. Louis would always be hungry but as soon as the first forkful of food touched his stomach he was on his knees in front of the toilet.
Harry didn’t notice the first week. But now at the end of the second week, he was noticing. He was noticing the throwing up.
But Louis was noticing things much different.
He was noticing his was always tired. He would get up, walk to the kitchen try to get and get ready. And as he and Harry would leave for their rehearsals he would just want to go back to bed and sleep for about thirty seven years.
He was always moody. Like not his normal good sassy moody. Even if someone looked at him wrong he wanted to punch their face. A week after they got back home Harry was making dinner and gave him a weird look because he had told him he didn’t want what Harry was cooking anymore and Louis in that moment almost walked around the counter and slapped him. But he just dramatically walked out of the kitchen. And not five minutes was Louis curled up on the couch crying. So you could say mood swings where in there too.
His body just ached. His feet, his stomach, and his back, or the pressure or small pains he would get in his stomach. He never wanted to stand for too long, otherwise he would get dizzy.
Another thing Louis noticed was how hard his stomach was. No it wasn’t from working out or from football. It was just weird. But Louis dismissed all this with linking it to his stomach. It just had to be the flu or something.
But the most interesting thing Louis noticed was how damn horny he was. Every single day. Harry couldn’t complain this was his husband, and they just got home from their honeymoon. The honeymoon bliss hadn’t worn off yet; hell they most hoped and wished it wouldn’t wear off. That’s the only thing that kept Harry from forcing Louis to go to the doctor. If Louis really wasn’t sick he wouldn’t be feeling like this… Or would he?
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The boys where currently running around the arena like maniacs, running away from Paul and their team. This was a favorite game of the boys’, it pissed off the crew but it always had everyone laughing by the end.
“You won’t take me alive, suckers!!!” Louis yelled, running and jumping onto a golf cart, putting the cart on forward before slamming down in the gas. He drove weaving in and out of the different guards trying to catch just one of the boys.
“Louis, damn it!” Paul said, throwing his hands in the air.
Louis giggled, looking around seeing that he was indeed the last one to be caught.
“LOUIS LOOK OUT,” Harry yelled, trying to break from Andrew’s grip.
“What the he-“ Louis started before his cart came to a crashing halt.
The cart may have stopped but his body still moved, his head almost hit the wall but the steering wheel caught his stomach and the rest of his body.
Louis just sat there in a moment of shock before his senses started working again and his hand went to his stomach. It was burning.
“Louis!” Harry yelled again, breaking from Andrew’s grip, running over to his stunned husband. “Boo bear, are you okay? How’s your stomach?”
“I think...” Louis started. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
Harry removed Louis’ feathery hair from his forehead. “Okay, here I’ll help you.”
Louis normally would just roll his eyes and pushed Harry off but right now he needed help. So he nodded, taking Harry’s outstretched hand.
Louis slowly moved out of the cart’s bench seat, he and Harry both moved past their group.
Niall and Liam both tried stepping forward to engulf Louis in a hug but Zayn held them back.
“It’s just better if we let Harry take care of him,” Zayn whispered.
Liam nodded, understanding. But Niall was a crying mess, just wanting to hold his bandmate. “But he hit the damn wall, Liam!! We need to help…”
Liam shushed his boyfriend, holding him in his arms as Zayn patted the Irishman’s shoulder.
Louis and Harry finally made it to the bathroom and Louis ran into a stall and locking the lock, denying Harry entrance when he tried entering the stall.
“Louis! Come on now,” Harry said through the door. Louis didn’t answer right away but he soon opened the door.
Harry pushed back the door relieving Louis sitting on top of the toilet, his head sweaty from throwing up.
“Is this the first time you’ve thrown up today?” Harry asked.
Louis looked up from the floor and nodded.
“What about this week?” Harry asked, taking a step toward Louis.
“W-what? Why would I- why are you even asking this?” Louis asked, not really able to meet Harry’s eyes.
“You think I’m stupid?” Harry asked, crossing his arms. “I know you’ve been throwing up this whole week, Louis. Do you need to go back to your doctor?”
“What? No! I’m throwing up because I want too!”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Explain?”
Louis opened his mouth to explain but the feeling overwhelmed his senses. He twist and was on the floor again, emptying the remaining contains of his stomach into the porcelain.
Harry crouched next to Louis. Whispering everything and absolutely nothing into Louis’ ears while drawing small circles into his back.
Once Louis was done he braced his hands on either side of the cold bowl.
“Do you need to go home, boo?” Harry whispered, running his hands up and down Louis’ back.
Louis took a few deep breaths, regaining his breathing. “I think that would be best…” he muttered.
Harry nodded, helping Louis up.
Louis walked out of Harry’s grip, walking to the sink splashing cold water in his face and washing his hands. Louis took a paper towel wiping the water off his face and hands.
Harry offered his hand and Louis took it, leaning on his husband. “M’so tired.” Louis yawn.
Harry gave a small chuckle. “How about you go to the car and I tell everyone we’ll rehearse tomorrow?”
Louis nodded, giving Harry a kiss on the cheek before walking off in the direction of the car.