Making My Life Better •L.S.•

chapter ~16~

Quick question,

How old do you think I am?

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It was the other day, two days before the break ends when it happened.

Louis woke up when he felt the bed shaking a bit, thinking that it was an earthquake on his sleep, but when he opened his eyes he realized that it was just Harry getting out of his arms and climbing out of the bed to go to the bathroom.

He waited for a few seconds for Harry to come back and cuddle with him and when Harry didn't come back, he got up too. He had thought that Harry was just having a wee, considering that it was seven in the morning, what else could he be doing at seven in the morning?

He knocked on the door gently, "Haz? Are you okay?" He asked but no answeer came, he just heard a weird noise coming from the bathroom, gagging. He opened the door and saw Harry kneeling in front of the toilet and throwing up. "Baby?"

"I woke up and felt nauseous and then, I felt the need to throw up " Harry explained and Louis crossed the bathroom, gently sitting behind him and let him lean against his chest as he ran his fingers through his hair. Harry leaned back to him and tried to take a few deep breaths so the nausea would go away.

"Are you done?" Louis asked just as Harry leaned forward and threw up again."oh, sweety" Louis sighed and used his hands to get his short curls out of his face and tying them up in a sweet tiny ponytail with a blue tie he always had around his wrist for Harry. They were a few small curls at the back of Harry's hair that couldn't be included in the pony tail cause of their length and just rested cutely to the back of his neck, Louis always found it incredibly cute.

Harry, after coughing a few times, he raised his hands up to his eyes and wiped the tears that had found their way to his eyes from the burning feeling at the back of his throat.

"I think, I am okay, now " He said and with the help of Louis's, he stood up and walked towards the sink, splashing some cold water to his face and then drinking some water from the cup which was placed on top of the counter.

"Are you ill?" Louis asked when Harry had drunk his water and was grabbing his hand to go and lay down again.

"No I don't think so " He said and sat down on the bed with Louis beside him, "I feel tired though" He admitted and then gasped, "what if I have an urine infection? Maybe that's why I've been wanting to pee more often than usual. "

"I don't know baby, we'll see in the morning" Louis reached up and stroked his cheek gently.

"It is morning!" He stated and Louis pouted because, yes, he wanted to sleep a bit more but his boyfriend sure didn't, "c'mon, I'm hungry, I'll go make pancakes" He said and stood up dragging Louis with him.  

"You were sick seconds ago, what the fuck happened?" Louis asked tired, rubbing his eyes with his fists as they entered the kitchen and Harry started getting everything ready on top of the counter while Louis sat on a chair.

"I don't know, I feel happy and not nauseous" Harry turned around and grinned at him. He returned to his job of taking every ingredient that he would need out of the fridge and then mix all of them together.

Or at least he tried to because when he cracked the egg and it fell inside the bowl he backed away, a disgusted look on his face, "I wanna throw up " He said and went over to the sink, washing his hands as best as he could to get the scent of the egg off of them.

Louis, who had been ready to fall asleep on top of the table, snapped his head up and saw his boyfriend maniacally washing his hands with his face scrunched up in disgust. He stood up and went next to him grabbing his hips to turn him around after Harry wiped his hands with a towel.