"I'm perfectly fine!" he protests, clearing his throat for the tenth time in the past five minutes. "Louis, seriously," you groan, shaking your head. "You can miss one recording session. Make it up when you feel better." He groans, plopping down onto the couch and placing his hand over his face. "I don't want to, I'm tired of letting everyone down. It's bad enough I can hardly carry a tune. No need to miss recording sessions on top of that." You raise an eyebrow and shake your head, filling the tea kettle with warm water. "Bullshit, Lou. Clearly this sickness is making you delirious, too. You're a lovely singer and you don't let anyone down," you grab a mug from the cabinet and a tea bag from the drawer. "You just need a day off, love. Don't overwork yourself."
