Euphoria | Larry A.U

(xvi) - Day V

Amour fou - Insane love.

Day 5:

Harry was discharged from the hospital at five-am. Although Louis thought it was ridiculously early; Harry claimed to no longer feel dizzy or disoriented so regardless of what time they were discharged at least the staff did their job correctly.

Harry was ridiculously sleepy the ride back to the hotel and Louis was practically carrying most of his body weight for him until they got upstairs. As soon as Louis flopped Harry on the bed; he was knocked out.

Louis changed his outfit then changed Harry, to climb in with him because although he's trying to remain strong for Harry, he's really tired himself - hell he's exhausted even. He didn't get a wink of sleep the night before because Harry had a glucose IV sticking out of his arm and one of the nurses thought they were both tourists and didn't understand french he over heard her telling another nurse that "someone needs to watch out for this kid. Glucose increases heart rate - he can go into cardiac arrest in the middle of the night." Well Louis watched out and made sure to keep bloodshot eyes on sleeping Harry the entire night.

Thankfully Harry didn't have a heart attack - but he's sleeping like the dead and Louis doesn't know whether he should be relieved or concerned.

He falls asleep with a cold Harry in his arms, trying his best to generate body heat to the younger boy.

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They're woken up with first incessant short and fast knocks - to really loud knocks.

"Who is it," Louis yells as much as his hoarse voice will let him and Harry feels the absence of warmth and instead of waking up he uses the little amount of strength he has to hug a now sitting Louis around the waist and practically burying his face in his crotch.

"Louis!"

Harry groans when Louis unwraps his arms from around him.

When he opens the door a tall, long raven-haired Adonis with a wide smile is standing there.

Louis wonders if this is the man Harrys' been spending his time with - he can't help but feel his gut twist with that familiar clench from the green-eyed monster he knows too well dating someone as charming and handsome as Harry, but then again something about his facial features look oddly familiar. Similar to seeing an old photo of someone you once knew.

"He wasn't lying..." the man whispers.

"Lying about what?"

He shakes his head as if to physical remove a thought out of his mind and answers "nozing."

"I just wanted to know how Harry is," he says, light coloured eyes gleaming with hope. Lights coloured eyes that Louis knows too well.

"Couper les conneries, qu'est ce que tu ici pour,*" Louis protectively demands, eyebrows arched upwards.

"Rien, mec. I'm droite i ai une petite amie, pas de problème avec moi,*" the guy puts his hands up as though to surrender. So Louis just lets him in, Harry's half naked sprawled across the bed and literally has a pout on his sleepy face and Louis doesn't really know how to feel about that, doesn't even know if he's allowed to feel anything because he's sure Harry's sick now because of him. His once milky white skin had an unnerving yellow tint to it. Only people who've seen his natural skin tone could tell the difference though, it wasn't highly noticeable.

"He got really ill yesterday when you brought him back, we just came back from the hospital a couple of hours ago actually," Louis tells him and devours the heart broken expression on the mans face. He lives to see people feeling concerned for his Harry - because the kid worries so much about others' - but he has this aura, this vibe, this ability of charming people to the point where they instantly fall in love. A scratch to Harrys body is a wound to the people around him - he deserves every second of affection and love he gets back from them.

After talking for a bit, Harry flips over once - aggressively - and starts groaning for "Louis" and both Louis' make their way to the bed in a dash.

"Chéri what's wrong," Louis whispers and Harry out of no where opens his eyes and reveals a toothy-dimpled smile. He whispers "nothing I just wanted you back in bed."

And like a toddler would his teddy bear he wraps his legs and arms around louis' body to physically force him on to the bed and shoves his nose in Louis' fluffy fluffy hair to smell the scent of his boy, but he feels a pair of eyes burning the side of his face so he turns to see Louis#2 standing there and he immediately lets go because he realises how embarrassing what he's doing is.

"Don't mind me," he laughs as he puts his shoes back on "I'm just heading out. Good to know you're feeling better," And since only Harry can see towards that direction he gives him a wink and mouths "amour fou" and walks out as fast as his gangly limbs can carry him.

Harry never got the chance to ask what it meant.

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French translations:

When Louis#2 comes and asks how Harry is Louis says "cut the bullshit, what're you really doing here,"

And Louis#2 replies "nothing man. I'm straight, I have a girlfriend so no problem with/from me"