Louis, Appendicites; Home Alone

                                    

                                          
"can you write one where louis is seriously ill and he's home alone"
                          
REQUESTED BY: - Stylesbae2002 
                          
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Currently the One Direction boys were out hitting the town; they had found what appeared to be a fairly isolated pub. They had just that day finished off the current leg of their tour, meaning that they now had two weeks of freedom before they had to get on the move again.
                          
Louis Tomlinson was sat at a bar stool; usually he was the life of every party or group situation, but tonight he just wasn't feeling the vibe. He looked across to his fellow band mates, observing that they all seemed to be having a great time. He didn't understand it, but he just couldn't seem to get in the mood, not even when all four of his band mates and best friends tried their hardest to get him to go with them onto the dance floor and join in all the fun. Maybe it was that they had literally just gotten a chance to sit down for the first time in what felt like weeks, but he felt too tired to even move.
                          
Once he woke up the next morning Louis had more of an understanding of why he had been feeling so blasé the night before. Even after getting a solid six hours sleep which was more than he had gotten for a while he still felt tired, sitting up he discovered that his stomach was hurting somewhat, and overall the boy was just feeling odd. He stood up slowly, feeling as if he was trapped in some sort of heat wave; he slowly started making his way through the apartment that the band was currently residing in during the down time. He wasn't sure who he wanted more Liam or Zayn, he wanted comfort and an explanation for the way he was feeling, but he also wanted a solution for the pain. Once he got into the lounge area of the apartment he felt a particularly unbearable cramp shoot through his abdomen and decided he would find neither, instead deciding that the idea of just crashing down on the couch sounded considerably better, doing so he once more succumbed to what he hoped would be the healing properties that sleep tended to bring.
                          
He didn't know how long he had been asleep belly down with his face smooshed into the couch cushions, he was only aware of the voices he heard around him.
                          
"Do you think something is wrong with him?" Harry asked, he guessed it was kind of odd for him to be crashed out on the couch.
                          
"Don't know" Zayn muttered, voice still thick with sleep.
                          
"He definitely just wasn't into it last night" Niall offered.
                          
Louis was still caught somewhere between awake and asleep when he heard a sigh come from one of the boys, even in his sleepy and pained state he could tell that is was Liam. He always had been the worry wart of the group.
                          
"Harry, how about you go get a head start on breakfast? Niall will come and give you a hand." Liam said, obviously trying to come up with a way to shoo them from the room.
                          
"How come it's always me who has to help?" Niall both complained and protested. "Why can't Zayn do something for once?"
                          
Judging by the fact that the silence that settled over the room was punctured only by the sound of soft snores that were not his own, Louis could almost picture Liam pointing across at what could only be Zayn asleep in whatever position he had deemed to be comfortable.
                          
Louis heard footsteps leave the room followed by the muttering of Niall, "He never has to help, always fucking asleep when there is something to do, and it's not fair."
                          
Again the room was encased in silence, Louis lay as he was; seriously considering if he could get away with just not moving until he felt like himself again. He found himself pulled from his thoughts as he felt a weight on the couch, followed by a large warm hand being placed on the middle area of his back. "Lou, you awake? Are you okay?"