(Louis’ POV)
Zayn notices first. We’re sitting around the hotel room, getting ready slowly for a concert in a few hours. The Bradford boy goes to take a shower and I can only assume he turned around in the mirror.
"LOUIS!" He shouts, storming into the room and I hold back a giggle, seeing the look on his face.
Niall and Liam break down in laughter, but Harry’s obviously confused.
"What Zayny?" I ask sweetly, smirking.
"If that is permanent marker, I’ll murder you myself Tomlinson." Zayn says furiously, spinning to point to my doodle.
Harry bursts out in barking laughter and for a second I revel in the cute sound, before remembering I’ve written on him as well. I’m terrible.
"Well then pick your weapon Malik, cause that’s sharpie." I grin, quite smug.
He charges at me shoving me off the bed. I land on my back with a painful thud (and a totally manly cry of shock), and he’s about to pounce on me but Harry pushes him out of the way defensively.
"Harry!" Zayn whines, trying to dodge around him.
"Nope. You don’t touch my boyfriend." Haz says simply, crossing his arms.
For a second I smile fondly at him from the floor, because could he be any more amazing? But then I feel a little guilty because he still doesn’t know I wrote on him. Will he be angry?
"Ugh." Zayn mumbles, sulking back to the bathroom and snapping his fingers to silence a chuckling Niall.
Harry spins and offers me a hand that I take, picking me up of the ground and I wince because I’m pretty sure it’ll bruise. Our chests bump warmly and I smile at the sweetness of it.
"You okay?" Harry asks, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Mm, I dunno. Might need you to kiss me to feel better." I tease, nuzzling our noses together.
He doesn’t even wait, just touches our lips together briefly before pulling back. That tease.
"Better?" He grins, dimples appearing.
"Um, nope. Not yet." I say, acting purposefully nonchalant.
He snorts and leans in to kiss me again, and my arms snake around his shoulders to link behind his neck. He smiles into the kiss and I pull away to look at him dubiously.
"What?" I question.
"You…I was just thinking. That…you’ll probably think this is weird…" Harry stumbles over his words.
I just shoot him a clear look. Seriously? After everything we’ve been through, you’re worried to be honest with me? We no longer have boundaries, Haz.
He sighs. “You give me butterflies, you know that Lou?” He says softly, green eyes sparkling as he looks into mine.
I laugh, but before he can worry, I speak. “I thought I was the only one! I felt like a one of your fans.”
Harry chuckles, leaning in to kiss me once more. And just like always, butterflies dance around in my stomach happily. My fingers pull at his hair as he deepens the kiss, tongue flicking out to lick my lip. I open my mouth to allow him access and smirk when he enters eagerly. He may be the dominant one, but he’s still a teenager.
"You guys are fucking soul mates. Why is it so easy for you, but I have to search all the fuck over to find mine?" Niall asks, chucking his bag of candy on the table with a sigh.
"Because we were meant to meet." I say, smiling up at Harry.
"That’s true. Written in the stars." Harry teases, but he’s being sweet.
”Look at the stars,” I sing with a grin.
”Look how they shine for Lou,” Harry sings with a laugh.
”And everything Harry’ll do,” I tease, eskimo kissing him.
”And they were all yellow." Harry finishes in his low voice, giving me chills.
"Geez, get married already." Liam grumbles, but there’s a knowing smile on his face.
"Maybe in a few years." I chuckle.
I see Liam’s eyes widen with the realization of what I just said, and Niall hops to his feet.
"Really!?" The Irish boy asks happily, absolutely beaming.
I lean my head in the crook of Harry’s neck, cuddling in there.
"Really, really." Haz answers, kissing my forehead.
With that, Zayn walks out of the bathroom in a towel and shoots me a glare. But he’s interrupted by Niall who’s jumping around ecstatically. “Oh my god Zayn, Larry are gonna get married in a few years! Do you even understand how amazing that is? Holy shit do I get to help plan it? Or walk you down the aisle? Ooh, or be the person who marries you? Like officially?” Niall’s rambling and Harry and I chuckle to ourselves.
We connect our lips again, ignoring how Liam forces Niall to shut up by muffling him with a pillow, and the way that Niall giggles like a child, and the way Zayn stares at us fondly.
"You’re the one." Harry whispers into my lips and I try not to shiver.
"Am I still the one if I tell you that Zayn’s not the only one I drew on?" I ask timidly and he raises an eyebrow.
"Oh no you did not." Hazza says sternly, fighting a smirk off his face.
"I couldn’t just not! It was perfect, you were asleep and you knew going into this how mischievous I am!" I ramble, attempting to defend myself.
He sighs. “Where?”
"Tramp stamp region, honey." I tell him and he disentangles himself from me to walk over to a mirror, spin around and lift his shirt.
I see him fight a huge grin off his face and while the others laugh, I remain silent.
"Y’know Lou, I’m not even mad. It’s true, after all." Harry giggles.
I launch myself into his arms, and he helps me wrap my legs around his waist, hands around his neck, just like always.
"Although technically, your ass belongs to me.” Harry says in a dirty tone, winking.
"Didn’t need to know that!" Zayn calls from the bathroom.
But we don’t listen.
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(Harry’s POV)
The next two weeks fly by, to be honest. Louis and I are careful in interviews (okay seriously, we aren’t at all but who cares) and we make sure not to make too many heart eyes at each other during performances. We have concerts every night, interviews and signings every day, and appearances in between. Our sex life takes a back seat, simply because we’re so exhausted by the time we get back to the various hotels, that we just curl into each other and doze off. But we’re happy with that, and it works, so no complaints.
We go all over Australia and New Zealand it seems like we never stop moving. And, I mean, we’re used to that, we are. But apparently my body decided to work against me this one Sunday, and normally it would have sucked. But Louis is here.
I wake up with a pounding migraine and a throat that feels as though I’d eaten wood chips. Blinking blearily, I look at our clock and realize it’s about 8 AM, nearly 2 hours before we have to get up. I swallow, but wince and moan as it hurts like hell.
Burying my face back into Lou’s chest, and I feel utterly terrible. I must have caught some cold along the way, and I feel hot all over, throat pulsing and head screaming. God, why me? My arms feel numb and tingly as I clutch Louis’ shirt, sniffling.
“What’s wrong?” I hear him ask, seemingly woken up by my noises. His voice is husky when he first wakes up and if I wasn’t sick, I would have kissed him simply for that.
“Sick.” I mumble, coughing painfully.
“How bad?” Lou asks, pulling away from me with blue eyes full of utter concern. It’s amazing how caring he is, utterly amazing.
“I dunno.” I mutter, shutting my eyes and feeling cold now, trying to pull more blankets on me.
“No, no, don’t. It’s the fever talking, you’re not really cold.” He stops me, shoving the blankets off our hotel bed.
“I don’t have a fever.” I lie, shivering. Fuck my life.
Lou puts a hand to my head and I must be pretty hot because he curses under his breath. When I open my eyes he smiles sympathetically, brushing a stray curl out of my eyes softly, thumb stroking down to my cheek, chin, and finally bottom lip.
“Yeah, you do Haz. Lemme go call Paul and make him go get you some medicine and such. Anything else you want? Might be your only chance to make him your bitch.” Lou winks, trying to make me feel better. It works, a little.
“Mhm, ice cream.” I say, but then I’m coughing again, painfully so, and Louis winces as he rubs circles on my back.
“Okay babe, chocolate ice cream it is. You okay alone for a minute?” He questions, grabbing his phone from the side table.
“I’m not a baby.” I protest, but my head is pounding again and I turn into the pillow.
“You’re my baby.” Louis mumbles and I’m pretty sure he’s smirking, making me smile into the soft fabric even though he can’t see.
I feel him hop off the bed, and hear him pad out of the room to call. My throat fucking kills, and as I swallow again, I nearly tear up. Fuck, what have I gone and caught now? Better not be something serious, I’ll actually ruin the last two concerts, and I would hate to do that. Normally when I’m sick I’ll power through it, sometimes not even mentioning it to anyone. Usually Louis will catch on, insightful as always, and take care of me. I’ll argue and pout, but really, I love it. And now that he’s my boyfriend, I can take advantage of it. At least there’s an upside to this crap.
Ugh, I need water.
I call out for him, but I suppose he doesn’t hear me. Great, now I have to do it myself? I’m sick, gimme a break.
I sit up and my head swirls, but I shove it aside and move to clamber out of bed. Once I stand up the world spins and I nearly lose my balance, hand grasping for purchase on the wall. When the crazy disorientation finally calms, I sigh and walk to the bathroom, swaying a little.
I look in the mirror and ugh, I look terrible. There’s bags under my eyes, my hair is all over the place, my lips are chapped and my cheeks flush. I hate this. I fucking hate this.
I turn the tap on, making sure the water is cold. Splashing it on my face, I try to get rid of the harsh jumping headache I seem to have gotten, but to no avail. I sigh lean down to drink some of the water, soothing my throat a little. With shaking fingers I flick the water back off, drying my face with a towel.
“Told you to stay in bed.” Louis’ voice comes and I spin around, but too quickly. Instantly I’m dizzy and I nearly fall over, but he catches me and holds me still as I come back to my senses.
“No, you actually didn’t.” I mutter and he smirks, holding out a hand for me to take and I follow him slowly back to bed.
I flop down and my head hits the pillow softly.
“It was implied.” He teases, running a hand through my unruly curls. “Paul’s gone out to get you stuff, he actually sounded pretty happy to do it, you lucky bastard.”
“Wouldn’t call this lucky.” I mutter depressingly, before being overtaken by another bout of coughing that Lou helps me through, still massaging my scalp.
“I know, honey. Once the meds are here you’ll feel better. How about I make you a cuppa?” Louis suggests and I open my eyes to smile at him.
“You’re amazing.” I admit, and he rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah.” He laughs, but no, he doesn’t get it.
“I mean it. You don’t have to stay, you could catch it too. You could be out having a day with the boys right now, but you’re taking care of me.” I explain, smiling as his eyes deepen with emotion.
“Of course.” Louis says, as if it’s the clearest thing in the world.
“Why?”
“Because I’m in love with you, you twat. You’d already have been contagious by now, so either I’ll get it or maybe not, but that’s not the point. Yes, I could go out with the boys, but I don’t want to. I want to take care of you, Hazza. You always take care of me, you’ve been incredible over the past two, three months. But now it’s my turn to take care of you, and I’m gonna do a damn good job, so how about you shut up and let me do it, yeah?” Lou explains, reaching out to stroke my flushed cheek.
“You’re….” I trail off, sighing with a smile.
“Amazing, I know. Feel free to repeat it in the future.” He grins, winking and squeezing my hand before walking to the door.
“Cheeky.” I mutter and he laughs as he leaves the room.
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(Louis’ POV)
I bring in the two mugs of tea, only to see that Harry has fallen asleep on the bed, face looking like he’s in a bit of pain. I hate seeing him sick, I really do. I always take care of him, even though he complains, and I think he might secretly love it. But, this is the first time I’ve been his boyfriend, so it’s different.
I reach out and push his hair back, smiling fondly at him. He’s gorgeous like no other boy I’ve ever seen. I knew it from the second I saw him. Fans often say he’s the hottest in the band, and while of course Niall, Zayn and Liam are attractive, it’s Harry. I’m not stupid, I know I’m relatively decent, but it’s sometimes hard to believe that Harry loves me.
Speaking of the other boys, I should probably call them. I grab my phone and press number 2 on speed dial, pressing it to my ear as I go back to the kitchen to make some toast.
“Hello?” Liam answers, sounding as if he’s already been awake for ages.
“Hey, listen, Harry’s sick.” I explain, popping some bread in the toaster.
“Really? How bad?” He asks immediately, going worried.
“Don’t go all Papa Bear, he’s okay. He’s got a fever and his throat is terrible, but he should be fine once Paul brings us some medicine. He’s got me to take care of him.” I smile, tapping my fingers aimlessly on the counter as I wait.
“That he does. Make sure he’s alright, I’ll call and cancel rehearsals.” Liam instructs.
“You sure? You guys could always go without us.” I suggest and my toast pops, scaring the life out of me. Damn that thing.
“I’m sure. We all know the steps in our sleep. You take care of Hazza, alright?” Liam suggest fondly.
“Ay, only I get to call him Hazza.” I quip, but I’m grinning.
“Yeah, yeah. Have fun, love you.” Liam finishes. I mutter an ‘I love you too’ before he hangs up and I take my toast out, clumsily searching for a plate in the hotel room kitchen. Seriously, we are so lucky to get the amazing rooms like this.
As I’m spreading some jam on the bread, I call number 3 on my speed dial, Zayn. I know he’s roomed with Niall, so might as well hit two birds with one stone.
“I swear to god, this better be important.” He answers as a greeting.
“Good morning to you too, sleeping beauty.” I laugh, setting the phone down and putting it on speaker as I take a seat and start eating.
“Ugh, what time is it?” He mumbles, and I can hear Niall waking in the background.
“Twenty minutes till you need to be up, so shush. I was just calling to let you know that rehearsals are cancelled because Harry’s sick.” I explain, munching on my toast. It doesn’t feel right when it’s square and not heart shaped.
“Okay, so then why the hell did you wake me up?” Zayn asks and I chuckle.
“Dunno, mate.”
“Fucker.” He groans, and there’s a crackle and fumbling.
“Hey,” Niall greets. “Zayn just threw the phone across the room. May I ask why?”
“Woke him up, idiot. Anyways, Haz is sick so no rehearsals.” I say for the second time.
“How sick?” He asks as I finish my first slice of toast.
“Mm, not terrible. His throat is pretty bad and he’s got a fever, but I’ve gotten Paul to get him meds and ice cream, and I made him a cuppa but he fell asleep.” I ramble, continuing to eat.
“Awe, you’re the perfect housewife!” Niall coos and I laugh, maybe too much, as he giggles.
“Shut it, you. Ugh, I just feel horrible though. He’s obviously in pain and I can’t do anything and I hate that.” I mutter dejectedly.
“Yeah. Why don’t you surprise him with something? Find a movie he likes? Sing to him? He adores your voice, y’know. He told me about it once when he was drunk.” Niall says, and I can hear him smiling.
“Oh?” I ask, suddenly curious. He doesn’t talk about my voice too often, and to be honest, sometimes I believe those ‘fans’ who say I’m nothing more than a backup singer.
“Mhm. Got piss drunk and was on about you for like half an hour, I dunno how I didn’t see it then. Said something along the lines of ‘He sounds like an angel when he sings, it’s not even fair, it’s like he was sent down here to taunt me and be all beautiful and I have to sit back and just watch which isn’t really that hard because I like to watch but mostly just listen because he sounds so amazing that I wanna cry I mean, god!’ and eventually I just fell asleep as he went on.” Niall finishes mocking and I’m kind of teary eyed.
“I…”
“Oh god, you’re not crying are you? I told you that to make you smile or laugh, not weep you sap.” Niall says, chuckling.
“I am smiling, you fool.” I tease. “He really said that?”
“Don’t believe me? Go on youtube. There’s a ton of Larry videos, but there’s a clip from our Toronto concert where Harry tears up? Guess when.” Niall tells me and I pause.
“Dunno.”
“When you sing your part. He fucking adores you, so go sing to him or something, it’ll hold him down until slow ass Paul can get there.” Niall laughs and I grin.
“I will, I will. Thanks Nialler.” I say.
“Never a problem, gay best friend.” Niall teases.
“Oi, I’m still Louis to you. Feel free to come by and bring him something to cheer him up, yeah?”
“Will do, once I can drag Zayny out of bed. Idiot has three pillows over his head.”
“And I can still hear you!”
“Shut up, princess.”
“Bye guys.”
“Love you!”
“Love you even though you woke me up.”
“Love you too, bye.”