Louis POV:
My morning had started out normal enough. I woke to the smell of bacon coming from the small kitchen of the tour bus and my extremely handsome boyfriend leaning against my bunk gently shaking my shoulder.
What wasn't normal was the way my stomach twisted and cramped as I rolled out of bed. I subtly bent over to try and dull the ache. After a few short seconds I straighten up and give Harry a peck on the cheek.
"Morning babe, you ready for today?" Hazza whispered in my ear aware of how disfunctional I am in the mornings.
I bury my head into his chest in reply before slowly tilting my head up to give him a small smile.
Liam's voice disturbs the comfortable silence as he shouts "Hurry up you two if you want any breakfast before Niall eats it all".
I giggle when Niall makes a weird grunt in reply. I can only assume his mouth is full of food. Harry grabs my hand and leads me to the small table where there is two plates piled up waiting for us.
My throat scratches at the sigh of food. I sit slowly determined to act normal. Why wouldn't I? I'm not sick!! I repeat this in my head in attempt to push the idea of being sick out of my head.
It doesn't work.
I eat small bites of my breakfast as everyone else around me scoffs theirs down. After three mouth fills my stomach makes a weird grumbling sound that catches the attention of all my band mates.
"Why aren't you eating Lou?" Liam voices the question I can see in all their eyes. My food would normally be gone by now.
"I'm just not hungry"
"That's a load of Bullsh*t, your stomach just growled in hunger." Well apparently there was no fooling Niall, so much to my defeat I let a big and loud sigh leave my lips.
"I don't feel great"
Harry is instantly kneeling beside me with both his large and warm hands placed softly on my legs. He gently moves one of is hands to my hip and lightly squeezes.
"What's wrong baby? Where do you feel sick? How long have you felt unwell? Do you need me to call a doctor? Do you want me to get you some medication? Want to go back to sleep? I can get you a blanket....."
I cut him off mid-rant by placing my finger on his lips and playing with his soft curls to calm him down.
"I'm fine Hazza, really. I woke up this morning with a bit of a sore tummy. That's all"
He looked relieved. Although, If he is looking so relieved what did he think was wrong? Did he think I was going to slump over and die or something? Yeesh!! Before I can ask my boyfriend what in the world was going through his head Liam began speaking again.
"Okay Louis. Why don't you go lay down and get a bit more sleep yeah? We will wake you up when we get to the venue for sound check."
With a small nod and unnecessary help from Harry I made it to bed and dozed off into a restless sleep.
.........................
I don't know how long I was asleep or if we are even at the venue yet but what I do know was I am going to throw up. As fast as my tired body and rolling stomach will allow I run to the bathroom bumping into Harry on the way who tried to grab my arm to stop me. I wasn't having that. I ripped my arm from his hold, scared if I opened my mouth to explain I wouldn't be able to keep the very little breakfast I had eaten down.
Hurt flashed in his eyes until he saw where I was going and rushed into the cramped bathroom closing the door behind us.
3rd Person:
Louis' knees made a loud cracking noise as he crashed to the ground infront of the toilet making Harry cringe in pain for his poor boyfriend who was now leaning over the porcelain bowl retching and failing to bring anything up.
Harry slowly kneeled behind Louis, stroking his hair out of his face a whispering encouraging words into his loves ear.
"You can do it baby. You will feel better if you let it out."
After many useless attempts to rid of the sick feeling in his tummy he finally hurled into the bowl. Harry rubbed his back and felt incredibly sad and protective when he spotted the tears on Louis' face when he was finally done after five minutes of non-stop sickness.
Louis collapsed leaning into Harry who remained stroking Lou's hair. Harry sat on his bottom and pulled Louis into his lap once fully sure he was done, wiping the tears from the sick boys eyes.
"Feel better?"
"A little" the reply came barely above a whisper.
The couple remained on the floor of the bathroom until Louis fell asleep and Harry carried him back to his bunk where Harry cuddled his Lou into his chest and drifted to sleep next to his sick boyfriend.
Despite Louis being sick the rest of the boys still had to perform at the concert. It didn't feel right and the fans were definitely disappointed that Louis wasn't there, but the show was over quickly and everyone was quick to fall asleep back on the bus with Louis wrapped protected in Harry's arms.
The band was back to normal the following day with Louis back to his bright and hyperactive self.
