Cough Drops [Larry Sick Fic]

Harry sighed as he plopped yet another cough drop on his tongue. Although this cough has been going on for a little over a month now, he still held on to the hope that the cherry cough drops that they kept in the medicine cabinet would help. If I have to taste that cold cherry shit again, he thought, I'm gonna puke.

The sound of the door opening made Harry turn around. It was Louis. He held a bunch of grocery bags filled with food and the like in his arms. Harry took a few of them and set them on the counter.

"How are you feeling, Haz?" Louis asked, peering over at the opened bag of cough drops that were left on the counter.

"Pretty okay," Harry replied. "This nasty cough still won't go away, though. In fact, I think it's getting worse."

"I picked up some dinner while I was out," Louis said as he opened up one of the bags. "How about we eat?"

"I'm really not hungry at the moment, but you can go ahead." Harry said, running his hand through his hair. He then walked over to the couch and grabbed the remote. He sat down and turned the TV on.

"Are you sure you're not hungry? It's pizza," Louis said, concern evident in his voice.

"I'm positi-" Harry was suddenly thrown into a coughing fit. His whole top half lurched forward and his legs flew up. The poor lad coughed so hard, he actually belched. Harry wasn't one known for belching, or even slightly burping for that matter. He covered his mouth, finding it hard to believe that that just happened. Right in front of Louis, too. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned.

"Oh my god, Harry!" Louis exclaimed. "You seem really sick... Should I take you to a doctor?"

"No!" Harry yelled, almost a little too loud. "No," he repeated, softer this time. "I'm just gonna try to fall asleep and hope this goes away by the time I wake up."

"Alright," Louis nodded as he walked towards Harry's spot on the couch. "Feel better, love," he spoke before kissing his boyfriend on the forehead. Harry smiled and shut his eyes. Before he knew it, he was out.

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It was about eleven-thirty and Harry was still asleep. Louis had made dinner for himself and kept watch over the sleeping boy. Harry was completely swaddled in thick blankets and had two pillows under his head. Louis wanted to make sure he was warm and comfortable.

Louis was cleaning the living room by midnight. Dirty clothes, empty boxes, candy wrappers, you name it littered the floor.

A pair of Harry's sweatpants lay by the couch. Louis walked over to go get them. Just as he was about to reach down, his thigh hit the arm of the couch, causing the whole thing to shake. Louis cringed as he watched his unconcious boyfriend suddenly turn around, facing him now. He watched a bit longer until... Wait...

Why is Harry's face turning blue?!

"HARRY!" Louis yelled at the top of his lungs, vigorously shaking the boy's shoulder. Harry immediately sat upward, face still blue. He was gasping like crazy, making grabby hands at Louis's shirt. Louis stood him up in a flash and ran him to the bathroom sink.

Harry leaned over the sink as Louis patted his back. The boy coughed, choked, retched, spit and belched over the sink. His saliva tasted like the cherry cough drops, making his stomach flip. He spit one last time into the sink before washing the sick down the drain. He put his face into his hands and cried.

"Make it stop..." Harry sobbed miserably. "Make it stooop..."

"Put some shoes on, I'm taking you to the hospital." Louis demanded. Harry wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand and hesitantly walked out of the bathroom. Louis went to the kitchen and picked up his phone. He selected Liam's contact.

"Louis? Why are you calling this late? Is everything okay?"

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Hey guys! It's exactly midnight and I can't sleep :p So I started writing this based off of exactly what happened to me in November. Hope you guys enjoyed the first part :)