Larry Stylinson sick fics

Larry strep throat (Harry)

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My first story
Comment if you want a part 2

[Edit- 11/08/ 23. Ik this story is rly bad but they do get better I swear x]

~Harry POV~

I woke up during the middle of the night and checked my clock. It was only 3 in the morning. I didn't notice that anything was wrong until I swallowed, i'm not exaggerating it felt like someone had taken a knife and sliced my throat open.

I didn't think any of the boys would appreciate being woken up so early, so I decided to deal with the problem myself. I got a drink of water from the bathroom.
Bad idea.
It hurt like hell to swallow it.

I went back into my room, and my head started throbbing. I broke down in tears because of the pain I was in, but I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I heard was Louis trying to wake me up.

~Louis POV~
It was 7:00 in the morning when I finally decided to wake up Harry, we had an interview, and we needed to leave in half an hour.
I went into his room, and I really didn't want to wake him up. He looked like a little baby when he was sleeping, his head burrowed into the pillow. But as soon as he woke up, I could tell something wasn't right.

His face was pale, but his cheeks were flushed a bright pink. His eyes started brimming with tears.

"Hazza, babe, what's wrong?" I asked.

He still stayed silent. He just rested his head on my shoulder and cried. His forehead was hot and sticky with sweat. I called for Niall to get me the thermometer.

~Niall POV~

I was getting ready for an interview this morning when Louis called me to get the thermometer for him.

I went and got it from the medicine drawer and brought it upstairs to Harry's room. I went in and saw Harry's head on Louis' shoulder. His shoulder was wet, and Harry's face was a mess of tears.

"You guys ok?" I asked.

Louis looked at me, concerned. His eyes darted to Harry, and then back to me, he shook his head.

"What's up?" I asked, getting more concerned.

"I don't know, he won't tell me." Louis mumbled.

I could tell he was trying not to cry. He hates it when Harry doesn't tell him stuff.

"Well, here's the thermometer. Do you want me to leave you guys alone? I asked him.

"Yes," He mumbled.

~Louis POV~

Niall brought me the thermometer, and I took Harry's temperature. 38.7°.
A fever.

"Hazza, babe, you need to tell me what's wrong, or I can't help you." I said softly.

He swallowed. Then grimaced. Then he started talking.

"I-I don't really feel well." he said through tears.

"Oh, Hazza. What hurts?"

"It's just kinda my throat and my head." He told me.