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The day started like any other day for Harry and Louis, they had a meeting and a couple of radio interviews. Usually in the mornings, Louis wakes up first having to force Harry awake, but Harry wakes up first. He decided as the good person he is, he would wake Louis up (he was just proud that he woke up before Louis for once) Harry walked over to the side of the bed Louis was lying on and took a minute to admire how peaceful he looks sleeping, nevertheless he crouches down and shakes him gently.
“Louis wake up, we have to get ready” Harry spoke in a gentle voice, he really didn't expect a reaction out of Louis as on the days he is lucky enough to be awake first, he usually complies and gets up.
However Louis gave a different reaction this time, he whined “Mmm.. no.. five more minutessss…”
Harry looks at a flushed Louis and rolls his eyes “Come on Louis… Get up we have to be ready in 30 minutes for the 20 meetings and the hundred interviews we have today!”
Louis groans but slowly sits up and sticks his tongue out at Harry “You’re so mean, Hazz..”
Harry gets up from beside walking away towards the bathroom fluffing his hair up a bit “And you’re such a child sometimes! You don’t hear me complaining”
Louis rubs his eyes letting out a huff, he looks down at his hands frowning.
‘I feel weird today’ Louis thought to himself
He slowly got up out of bed and walked to the bathroom as well. He and Harry have been sharing hotel rooms for a bit and even lived together for a while so it wasn’t weird for them to both be in the bathroom at one time. He looks into the mirror fiddling with his hair as Harry takes his morning wee, he does the normal swoop to the side look. Once Harry finishes he nudges Louis so he knows the toilet is free, but Harry raises an eyebrow when Louis doesn’t make an effort to go to the toilet, he just continues to mess with his hair. He shrugs it off for now thinking he will just go before they leave.
After a few minutes of Harry fixing his hair and then both of them brushing their teeth, they both leave the bathroom to go have breakfast but Harry stops Louis. “Louis? Don’t you think you should have your morning wee?”
Louis shook his head, cheeks flushing a bit “No! I don’t have to go Haz!”
Harry gave him a skeptical look “Baby, are you sure? You always have a wee in the mornings.”
Louis just gave him a simple nod and continued to make his way downstairs to the kitchen. Harry sighed but followed him anyway, he didn’t know what was going on with Louis today.
They both had a piece of toast and Louis had his cup of morning tea, they quickly finished and heard a honk outside, they assumed it was Paul waiting for them so they headed towards the door, once again Harry stopped Louis “Babe, are you sure you don’t need to have a quick wee? We won't be able to stop for a while and you know the tour bus is being fixed right now.”
Louis rolled his eyes and crossed his arms “I’m fine Harry, I’m not a baby, I think I know when my bladder is full or not.”
Harry sighed once again knowing it was a lost cause, he knew Louis well enough to know he wouldn't be able to make it an hour into the drive without becoming desperate. Louis has always had a weaker bladder than the rest of the lads. There has been multiple times where he almost wet himself running for the toilet. Harry swears sometimes it’d be better just to put him in nappies.
Although Harry felt a little frustrated he spoke back with a cheeky response “Okay, you big baby” Louis glared at him before walking out of the house, Harry following closely behind.
Once they got into the van Louis was pouting… he should have just gone to the loo when Harry told him to. He was starting to feel the effects of his morning tea, it was making its way to his bladder quite fast. He wasn’t very fond of this so he crossed his arms bouncing his leg ever so slightly, leaning on the window; just sulking about the fact that Harry was right, he just didn’t want to admit he had to go. He knew Harry wouldn’t make fun of him for needing to use the toilet, but he just wasn’t sure anymore, something inside him was telling him to be stubborn about the whole thing. Why be a bother? He’s a grown man he doesn’t need to tell Harry when he needs a wee.
Louis heard Niall laugh behind him talking to Harry this pulled him out of his sulky mood for a second, but then he heard Harry laugh after Niall said something, a knot twisted in Louis’ stomach. Something very unpleasant and it made him want to cry, it was not mixing well with his bladder which just made him want to cry more. It was when he teared up he realized that it was jealousy, he knew Niall and Harry were best mates and they jokingly flirted with each other all the time and it NEVER used to bother him, but right now he hated that they were having fun together. He hated that they seemed so close, he wanted to be in Harry’s arms, he wanted to laugh with Harry.. he wanted to…
He abruptly got pulled out of his thoughts when a concerned Liam patted his shoulder “You alright Lou? Why are you crying?”
That's when he realized tears were going down his cheeks, he wiped his eyes quickly and played it off “I am not crying, Liam... I just uh.. the sun was in my eyes. Leave me alone!!”
Liam raises his eye suspiciously at the childish outburst but sits back and talks to Zayn who made him check on Louis. Zayn would’ve checked on Louis himself, honest, but they are currently arguing over really nothing so he knows Louis would not have a fond reaction to him checking on him.
Liam looks at Zayn with a frown “he said nothing wrong, but I think he is jealous.”
Zayn raised his brow confused “Why would he be jealous? What is there TO be jealous of?”
Liam just nodded his head towards Harry and Niall laughing as if the funniest thing just happened, when all that happened was Harry said something wrong and Niall made fun of him.
Zayn just hummed in realization “Oh… Yeah, that makes sense… but there really isn’t anything to be jealous of, especially if it’s that. Niall is completely straight, and Harry is almost completely head over heels for Louis.
Liam just shrugged pulling out his phone “I don’t know Z, you’re the one who usually calms him down in these types of situations but you guys started that stupid argument. I checked on him, and he said he was fine, so my job is done.”
Usually, Liam is way more caring but he stayed with Niall the night before and Niall forced him to play video games ALL night. It’s safe to say he is close to exhaustion.
Zayn sighed “It’s not my fault he-“
Liam lets out an exasperated sigh “Zayn, I love you, but if you speak of that argument one more time, I will actually murder you”
Zayn rolled his eyes speaking dramatically “fine, fine!” He smiled at him to show he still loved him.
He turns towards Harry tapping his shoulder and then points to Louis to let him know Louis isn’t okay. Harry’s face immediately dropped and he stopped talking to Niall, he scooted closer to Louis and tapped his shoulder. Louis looked up with furrowed eyebrows and watery eyes.
Harry coos “Oh baby what’s wrong?”
Louis sniffles and looks away rubbing his eyes “Nothing!”
Harry frowns concerned “Are you jealous? I promise Louis nothing is going on between me and Niall.”
Louis bounces his leg, the feeling in his bladder is getting way more urgent “I don’t believe you!!
Harry sighs “Louis I promise... I don’t understand why you’re so jealous.”
Louis snaps at Harry, shouting “You don’t have to understand!”
Harry looks at him with wide eyes, it’s been a good minute since Louis snapped at Harry.
“Okay, what is going on with you Louis? You’ve been acting weird all day!” Harry spoke a little louder than intended. Louis starts squirming around some, Harry starts to realize it might be more than just being jealous.
Louis slightly flinched when Harry raised his voice slightly, but he couldn’t just give up this already losing battle, that would be silly! “Stop being a meanie!!” He protested fanning his legs in and out. His protest caught Niall, Zayn, AND Liam’s attention, despite how tired he was. They all look at him then each other concerned, and… confused.
Harry freezes at his words “A… a meanie?” He stifles a laugh when he sees another tear roll down Louis’ face. Instead, he wraps his arm around him and pulls him to his chest. “Sh Sh, Louis, baby, what’s wrong... it’s clear it’s not just about Niall anymore.”
Louis tries to push away but Harry is way stronger than him “Nothing is wrong! Leave me alone Harry!!”
Harry looks at him with a look that says ‘Really?’ he sighs “Do you need to have a wee Louis?”
Louis knew deep down, that now would be a good time to tell Harry he did need a wee but he wiped his eyes quickly and shook his head. “Are you sure, love?” Harry said very unconvinced of Louis objection. Louis nodded deciding it would be best to stop his little fit, knowing it was not going to get him anywhere.
Louis just let Harry cuddle him, it was slightly comforting but he really needed the toilet, it was quickly getting urgent, but how could he tell Harry? He has already made a scene over being jealous and has told Harry a million times he doesn’t need to go. Louis squirms but then stops when Harry tightens his grip on him, he resorted to bouncing his leg but that was not helping. He squeezes his legs together fanning them slightly again, but stops that too when he hits Harry’s knee, he finally pulls away from Harry getting past his strength (surprisingly), he leans against the window keeping his hands cupped in his lap, his head was starting to feel fuzzy…
‘What is going on?’ Louis thinks, starting to spiral a bit.
Harry has already figured out he needed a wee, what he couldn’t figure out is why he was being so damn stubborn about it, why wouldn’t he just tell him? At this rate he was going to have an accident, Harry knows Louis wouldn’t handle that well. Harry heard Niall and Zayn whispering behind him.
“Do you know what's goin’ on with Louis?” Niall said, Harry could tell he was genuinely concerned
Zayn shrugged “I’m not sure, Liam says he is jealous-“
As soon as Zayn said that the car came to a stop “Alright boys, hurry and get inside the studio, the interview starts in 3 minutes.” Paul says distractedly, he was getting blown up with calls about the band being late.
Everyone got out of the van, Louis being the slowest, they all made their way into the studio where they were immediately shoved into a room with microphones. Louis reluctantly sat next to Harry.
The interview was going okay the say the least, the only problem was Louis wasn’t talking, and when he did it was short, half-hearted responses. All he could focus on was the building pressure in his bladder and the fuzzy feeling in his head. He could’ve sworn he didn’t drink any last night so why was he feeling like this? Maybe he was going through a weird stress thing that made him emotional and jealous and his bladder weaker than usual… He was starting to get frustrated that he couldn’t figure this out, his bladder was doing everything but helping.
He couldn’t stop moving, it was hard not to even if Harry’s eyes seemed to be on him at all times. Louis’ head started to hurt and he just wanted to go home.. and possibly to the loo, his bladder was hurting to the point of it being unbearable. He kept fanning his legs occasionally bumping into Liam but he couldn’t help it, Liam was starting to get concerned but didn’t say anything in fear he would end up hurting Louis’ feelings. Louis looks around not really caring about the interview anymore, he needs to leave.. he couldn’t just grab himself on national television that would be immature.. who are we kidding though? It’s Louis. But he knows better than to do that, he resorts to cupping his hands in his lap occasionally pushing a fist in his crotch quickly. He start retracing his steps, everything he did last night.
He closes his eyes recounting everything he did yesterday ‘I came home with Harry, and we cuddled while watching a movie, I fell asleep for half an hour waking up in my and Harry’s bed really thirsty, I got up drank a bottle of water immediately fell back to sleep again. I wake up again around 2 am after Harry kicks me, I get up for a second get another drink, and go back to sleep until 8 am when Harry wakes me up...’
Well.. nothing tells him why he is feeling so ill right now, his head hurting and feeling so foggy. But everything adds up to why he has to use the toilet so badly.
‘Why the hell didn’t I go to the toilet last night OR this morning?’
“We gotta get to the meeting, like right now guys.” Liam says looking at his phone. They all let out a groan, meetings are no fun.
On our way out Louis decides to rest his luck “H-Harry..?”
“What?” Harry responded coldly.. he seemed irritated. This just made Louis more nervous.
“I- uh..” Louis starts but is cut off.
“Louis, we don’t have time for this, we’re on a time crunch, the meeting is in ten minutes and we’re five minutes away.” Harry continues walking.
Louis only nods, everything is stressing him out, his head hurting, his need for a toilet, and the fact he is starting to feel nauseous. Nonetheless, he follows Harry, he tries not to grab himself or look too desperate but every couple of steps he stops to cross his legs. He gets in the van next to Harry, he bounces his leg letting out deep and shallow breaths. Harry glances at him, he is a little frustrated that Louis wouldn’t just tell him his problem, but that doesn’t stop the concern he has for him. He hasn’t seen Louis cry like he did earlier since he was sick, he really hopes Louis isn’t getting sick… but it seems the universe isn’t on his side.
When they pull into the parking lot of a building, Louis lets out a gag, he quickly covers his mouth. Everyone looks out at him, all way more alerted of what’s going on.
“Are you about to get sick?” Harry asks, Louis can tell he has genuine concern in his voice so he nods his head. “Right, okay, let's get you to the nearest toilet.”
Harry gets out and helps Louis out, they go into the building and ask for the nearest bathroom, once they have directions they move quickly so they can get there without making a mess. When they make it into the bathroom Louis rushes to one of the stalls dropping to the floor and expelling out his stomach, Harry winces at how sick he sounds. Louis starts to panic when he feels a spurt of urine leaves into his boxers, but what can he really do? It’s not like he can get up while puking. He knows it won’t be long until his bladder voids and he fully wets himself. When he finally catches a break from puking he calls for Harry.
“Harry… I- I..” he stops himself allowing tears to come out again. Harry walks into the stall and crouches down rubbing his back.
“What’s wrong, Lou..” he asks just wanting Louis to feel better.
“G-gonna wee.” Louis chokes out a sob when he says those words. Harry sighed, he knew it would come to this, he just didn’t know he was going to get sick.
“Alright, love. It’s okay if you can’t hold it. We’ll figure it out, yeah?” Harry says reassuringly.
Louis lets out another sob, but he is no longer puking.
“Let’s try to stand while you’re not getting sick.” Harry says, Louis only nods, allowing Harry to put his arm around him to help him stand.
As soon as Louis is up he drops again puking again; Harry felt beyond terrible that this happening, but keeps rubbing Louis’ back. He sees Louis start moving frantically, trying to fight off an urge to wee himself, but he knows it’s a lost cause. Louis’ shoulders slump as he lets out a sob, feeling the warmth spread around his crotch, making its way down his thighs, and puddling around him. He lets out a whimper when the burning sensation in his bladder from holding it for so long slowly starts to disappear letting Louis relax all the way. He moans quietly into his arm with the pleasure of finally releasing everything. It feels great to finally relieve himself, but how can he enjoy it with his head feeling fuzzy while pounding and stomach-churning?
When he is finally finished he looks up to Harry, his eyes looking dazed. Harry reaches over and puts his hand on his forehead
“Aw, baby, you’re really sick.” Harry says sadly, he gently pulls Louis into a hug, not caring if he is getting wet.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to..” Louis says into Harry’s chest, his voice breaking. Harry feels his heart start to break.
“Don’t be sorry Louis. I didn’t know you were sick.” Louis lets out a sob, trying to move impossibly closer to Harry.
“Come on let’s get you cleaned up.” Harry stands up with Louis in his arms, Louis is easy for Harry to pick up, but since Louis isn’t necessarily holding up any of his body weight for Harry, it’s a little hard.
Harry sets Louis down out of his puddle, taking his drenched jeans and boxers off, and grabbing paper towels to clean his legs up. Louis stays slumped against the wall trying not to pass out from exhaustion. Harry pulls his phone out sending Liam a text.
H: Hey, Louis got sick all over himself, grab new pants out of his bag for me Please?
L: of course, headed there now, I’ll tell Paul to talk to management to reschedule the meeting.
H: thanks.
Harry puts his phone back in his pocket and looks back to Louis, he fell asleep, and Harry coos at how cute he looks.
Liam gets there after 10 minutes, Harry is waiting outside of the stall for him.
Liam walks in making sure to lock the door behind him, he looks concerned “I’m so sorry, it took so long, management was NOT happy-“ he pauses looking at Harry’s jeans, he has a small wet spot “I thought you said Louis only got sick on himself?”
Harry looks down at his knee where a very evident wet spot is “Uh.. I.. splashed water on me cleaning him up…?” Harry sighs knowing he isn’t good at lying, but he hopes Liam will just buy it this time.
“Oh.. uhm.. okay, is Louis okay?” Liam hands Harry the clothes.
Harry grabs the clothes from him nodding “Yeah ‘course, he fell asleep in the stall waiting for you though, I’m just gonna change him then carry him, doubt he’d be able to walk anyway.”
“Is he really that sick?” Liam makes his way towards the door looking back at Harry “I’ll wait out here to make sure no one comes in.”
Harry nods in thanks, making his way into the stall, making quick work of putting on the new pants. He grabs a few… well a lot of paper towels cleaning up the puddle, flushing the toilet after to get the illusion to Liam he was getting rid of the sick. He decides it would be best just to throw away the wet pants and boxers so Liam or any of the other boys see them. He slowly puts his arms under Louis’ legs then his back, picking him up in a swift motion. After taking a minute to breathe, he walks out of the bathroom.
Liam’s eyes softened at how cute Louis looked cuddled up against Harry like that. “You think I should carry him in case of any paps?”
Harry sighs before nodding slightly “Yeah management would not be happy if that got out.” It was sad, but everyone knew it was the truth. Harry lets Liam take over carrying Louis, it isn’t hard for him cause he looks like he goes to the gym regularly, Harry walks closely behind though just to make sure he won’t drop him.
Soon enough they make it back to the van, Liam gently puts Louis down, buckling him up. Hertffrt pats his chest before closing the door: Louis’ head immediately falls to the window, Harry gets in shortly after, sitting next to him. He wraps his arm around Louis, pulling him over to him so his head is on his shoulder and not on the cold window.
After 40 minutes of driving back to Harry and Louis’ flat, they finally make it, Harry himself feels exhausted and it’s only 1 o’clock. Nonetheless, he wants Louis to feel better so he’s going to do what he can to make him feel better. He gently shakes Louis hoping to wake him up, he only slightly stirs whining.
Harry shakes him again still gently “Come on love, let's get you to bed.”
Louis finally wakes up all the way, his head is pounding and he feels freezing even though he is sweating, all he wants is to lay down, cuddle Harry, and go to sleep. He supposes he should at least try to make it to a bed before he passes out again. He gets out of the van slowly immediately feeling his hips swaying as if he’s gonna fall over. He braces himself on the van whining a bit, he starts to think it’s a little too late though when his vision goes blurry. The last thing he sees is Harry walking towards him before everything goes black.
Louis wakes up in a panic, he’s can tell he’s in a bed, but the room is too dark to see anything around him. He feels around the bed feeling that it’s empty.
‘So I’m alone in a dark room… great.’ He thinks trying to hide his emotions.
Louis sat up slowly not sure what to do, he was feeling honestly way better than before but why was he alone? It scared him, all he wanted Harry.
He looks around helplessly “Harry..?” His voice was raspy and barely above a whisper, if Harry wasn’t in the bathroom connected to the room he wouldn’t have heard Louis. He walks back to the bed.
“Hey Louis, how are you feeling.” Harry was shocked to see Louis tearing up “Aw baby.. c’mere” Harry immediately got into the bed and pulled Louis to him. “What’s going through your head?”
Louis sniffled “Was alone.. scared.. missed you… wanted you.” He nuzzles his face into Harry's chest.
Harry coos at Louis’ words “I’m here, don’t worry. I’m not leaving I promise.”
Louis hummed contentedly to that response, happy to be in Harry’s arms, he could tell it was nighttime by the lack of sun from the window, even then he still felt tired; he could feel himself dozing off again in Harry’s arms, before he did he mumbled.
“Harry..” Harry hummed in response, he himself was really tired “I’m really sorry. Didn’t mean to be sick… or keep things from you.”
Harry chuckled “It’s okay Lou, I know how things get weird when you’re sick. I don’t blame you one bit.” Harry gave a peck on Louis’ forehead “I love you”
Louis smiled slightly mumbling a “love you” back before falling to sleep, Harry not that far behind him.