Not quite midnight here in Ohio but it's almost five in the morning over in the London. So happy Birthday Louis. And Merry Christmas to each and every one of you. I wish you all happy holidays and hope you get to spend some time with your families and enjoy the season.
(Liam's P.O.V.)
I was sound asleep until I heard my phone ringing on the nightstand beside my bed. I opened my eyes, trying to see what time it was. The clock read 2:30am. I grabbed my phone and answered it without thinking to look and see who was calling so early.
"Hello?" I yawned.
"Payno," Louis voice cracked on the other end.
"Lou? What it is it's 2:30. We were planning on coming over later for your birthday." I couldn't figure out what he could want so early when he knew we were coming over later.
"Liam, I don't feel well." I was awake now. I sat up in bed feeling concerned.
"What's going on mate?" I asked.
"I feel sick. I don't want to be alone. You're the only person I thought to call," Louis cried. My heart broke.
"Ok, alright Lou, I'll be right over, ok?"
"Please hurry," he sniffed.
"I'll be there in ten minutes." I hung up the phone and hurried around. I threw on a shirt and some sweatpants, grabbed my keys and rushed out the door. I jumped in my car and hurried over to Louis house. "Hope he's ok," I muttered to myself. As I drove I thought maybe he had gone out last night and now was feeling the after effects. When I got to the house I realized I was wrong. I walked into his bedroom and found him curled up in bed shivering. I quietly walked over to the side of his bed and put my hand on his head. He was burning up.
"Liam?" he whimpered.
"Yeah mate, it's me," I replied softly. He opened his eye which were red and puffy like he had been crying. "Aww buddy, what's going on?" I asked kneeling down.
"I'm really sick to my stomach. I can't sleep. I started to feel ill later in the evening so I went to bed hoping I could just sleep it off. But I can't sleep and I feel worse now," he explained. Louis didn't like to be alone when he was sick, and if he was calling for help he must've really been feeling ill.
"I'll stay mate, don't worry. Have you taken anything?" He shook his head.
"I'm afraid to get up," he cried.
"Shh, it's alright. I'll find you something." I rushed into the bathroom and rummaged through his cabinet. I grabbed the bottle of pills, filled up a glass of water and grabbed the bucket from under the sink and brought everything back to him. I put the bucket down beside the bed before handing him the pills and the water. He put the pills in his mouth and slowly took a drink of water. "There you go mate," I smiled.
"Please don't leave," he begged.
"I won't mate, I won't," I reassured him.
"Will you lay here with me?" he asked with sad eyes.
"Course." I slowly got into bed with Louis and pulled him into my chest so I could rub his back. I could feel his fever radiating off his body and I knew he was really sick. "Sorry you're sick on your birthday Lou," I whispered.
