(Harry's P.O.V.)
Louis and I were sitting on the couch watching T.V. after a long day at the studio. We had gone out for a nice dinner, it was Louis's way of trying to relieve some of the stress we were under. I however did not enjoy it as much as he did. I hadn't been feeling well all day but I just kept to myself hoping it would just go away. It started with just an ache in my stomach that turned into a constant pain that has now grown into more of a sick feeling. I hadn't told Louis about it, I hadn't told anyone about it. Everyone was far too stressed to deal with one of us getting sick. I wasn't really paying attention to anything going on until Louis started talking to me.
"Did you hear me Hazza?" Louis asked.
"Sorry, I kind of zoned out, what did you say?"
"I said, you've been awfully quiet tonight. Is everything alright?"
"I'm just a bit tired I guess." That wasn't a complete lie. I felt bad hiding the truth from him but I knew he was just as stressed as I was and I didn't want to add to it.
"We have been working pretty hard these last few weeks," Louis agreed. I sighed in relief that he took the bait. My stomach started to twist and I winced a little in pain. I decided maybe it was time to go lay down for a bit.
"Do you mind if I go to bed a bit early tonight?" I asked trying not to raise his suspicions.
"Really? It's not even 7:30 yet? Are you sure?" I could tell he was hesitant. I knew it was really early.
"I know it's early, I just really want to lay down and maybe read a bit." I hoped that would throw him off a little. He nodded.
"Alright Haz, I'll be up after a bit, alright?"
"Thanks Lou." I brushed my hand over his leg as a got up. I was relieved that he let me go without further questions. I made my way up to our bedroom where I quickly changed my clothes, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt before crawling into bed. My stomach was churning now and I swallowed down the nausea rising through my body. I drew my knees to my chest and shut my eyes hoping the sleep would find me easily.
(Louis's P.O.V.)
I knew Harry had to be tired. We had been running around like crazy people for the last few weeks. I didn't think anything of him going to bed early. I stayed up a while longer watching T.V. until I was tired enough to go to bed. By that time, it was closer to ten. I walked up the stairs to the bedroom and quietly went in.
"Hazza?" I whispered. He didn't answer so I knew he was sleeping. I changed my clothes and got into bed. Harry shifted a little but didn't seem to wake up. I cuddled down into bed before shutting my eyes and drifting off.
(Harry's P.O.V.)
I wasn't even fully awake when I felt my stomach lurch up. Somehow my body knew to move so I turned my head over the side of the bed and I heard the sickening sound of my dinner hit the hardwood floor. I couldn't hold back a sob as I felt my stomach roll up again. Louis being the light sleeper he is woke up immediately. He sat up quickly to see what was happening then jumped out of bed grabbing the trash bin and holding it under my mouth before I could get any more vomit on the floor.
"Jesus Harry, what happened?" he asked sitting down carefully. I was unable to answer him before my stomach seized up sending more vial liquid up with it. Louis held the bin in place for me until I was done. When I was sure I was finished I looked around realizing the mess I had made and broke out in tears.
