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-the one where harry is sick on christmas eve and christmas but too stubborn to admit it-

- 19; burning up. -

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"fuck." harry painfully groans as he shoves his head into the pillow underneath him, making his husband squirm in his sleep but doesn't awake up; just pulls harry's hips back closer to him. harry feels louis' warmth behind him and the weighted blanket softly shielding his body from the cold winter air. yet, he still shivering as if he's about to freeze to death.

"babyy" he hears louis softly moan from behind him. harry mentally curses in his head, he was supposed to get up before the sun even rose and make a birthday breakfast in bed for his sweet husband. he always makes breakfast in bed for louis' birthday, he's never missed a year—now he has.

he wants to cry at the thought of dragging his heavy body out of bed but he needs to make breakfast. he whines softly as he slowly turns his body, pulls his head out of the pillow and rolls out of bed; he puts the pillow in his spot to mimic his body in louis' arms.

he sits on the edge of the bed, hanging his head low on his chest. he needs to stand up and get on with the day, but— he's so exhausted.

he mentally wills himself to get up, harry painfully winces at the sunlight which is now shining through the windows. he holds onto the walls as he lifts his heavy body out of bed. his head spinning as he makes it onto his jelly feeling legs.

he slowly makes his way out of the room into the bathroom to make himself look somewhat presentable.

as he stands in front of mirror, he realizes how dead he looks. his usually glowing skin covered by a soft layer of sweat; his cheeks and nose now colored a deep red. his eyes sunken, his skin now sallow...everything aches.

he takes a look back at where his soft...soft bed laid with his husband whose still in a deep sleep. the pillows and blankets mock him as he has to continue with his day. he lets out a quiet groan as he begins to get ready for the day.

he washes his face off, trying to make himself look somewhat alive. he looks over at the shower...later. right now, he just wants to get this day over with, so he could lay back in his bed.

he quickly ties his hair into a messy bun as he exits the bathroom...rather slowly. it feels like there are weights tied to all of his weak limbs as he makes his way down the hall.

"ohfuckendamnit" harry painfully mutters as stands before the stairs. why couldn't they have gotten a one story flat? or at least a elevator. there is no way, he can make it down these stairs.

his whole body was literally burning up yet he feels like he's freezing, his long legs feel like they're made out of jelly, he can't even see where the stair even are from how much his vision is blurred and the entire room keeps on spinning and spinning.

there's no way. there's literally no way... unless he—

harry dizzily sits on the top step and slowly scoots his way down onto the next step. he continues very slowly down the stairs until he makes it to the bottom. louis better appreciate this fucking meal. better be the best meal he's ever had. all this fucking work...

he slowly uses the stair railing to pull up his sick body but he doesn't get far before fall back onto the step with a soft thump.

his vision covers with black dots as he tightly squeezes his eyes close. he needs to get up. as soon as the dots fade away, he again pulls his body up and with one eye open makes his way into the kitchen.

once he gets hold of the counter top, he basically collapse; he places his head onto the cold surface with his knees leaning on the cabinets below. he just stays there before his body falls faint and he finally passes out on the counter top.

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"mmm—fuck hazza" louis mutters as he slowly stretches his tired limbs out. he pats around the bed expecting feel his sleeping husband right next to him—but he doesn't.

"what the fuck, harry? babe!" he yells as he tirelessly sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his eye with his fist. he groans as he realizes that harry wasn't in their room. great.

don't get him wrong, he loves waking up to a fresh cooked meal on his birthday and not having to get out of bed...

but he also loves waking up with his husband in his arms.

he loves being the first person harry sees when he wakes up. he loves watching harry's bright green eyes open and that goofy smile he has when he spots louis. he just loves being around harry.

and not waking up next to him, always sends him into a panic. instead of his first thoughts being 'god i'm so lucky to be loved by haz", it's 'where the hell is my husband"

"harry! baby? come here and kiss the birthday king!" louis jokes loudly as he rolls out of bed to get ready. he quickly changes into some joggers and a random hoodie of his that was just laying on the floor. he furrows his eyebrows as he doesn't get a response back.

"hey babe?" louis questions as he swiftly makes his way out of the room into the hallway. something's wrong.

usually harry should be blasting his favorite holiday playlist by now. but louis just hears a strange silence. louis basically races down the stairs in worry, something's definitely wrong. he could just feel it in his gut.

he jogs into the kitchen where he would normally be met with a sorts of delicious smells. but nothing. his eyes quickly search the kitchen, looking for a curly boy that he calls his husband.

his eyes lock on a mop of curls that is leaning on the counter, his heart drops. time stops. his breathing quicken as he runs over to harry whose still passed out.

"baby-baby? harry! harry! love, i need you to wake up for me. let me see those pretty eyes." louis panics as he pulls harry's limp body away from the counter and lays him on the hard cold ground.

"wake up. wake up, wake up— okay, okay. uh um my phone! where's my phone? shitshit" louis swiftly mutters to himself as he tries to get a grip. where the hell is his phone?

he usually has his phone on his pocket but today he decided against it. god damnit! where is it? he pats his body down before races out of the kitchen, up the stairs and makes his way into their room. almost hitting the wall midway.

he grabs onto the doorway as he turns into the room and starts searching for the device. he just needs a phone, doesn't even need to be his. he just needs to call 999.

he throws the covers off the made up bed, making a complete mess but he could care less. he just needs his husband to be okay. that's all he needs.

tears begin to brim his eyes as he doesn't find the fucking phone. his heart pounding against his chest, what does he do now? what does he do? he doesn't know what to do. he puts his hands against his head in panic, what to do- what to do?

"one thing— one thing at a time, louis- fuck! what do i do?" he cries out to the world, he desperately looks around the room. he just needs a phone.

the neighbors.

they have neighbors! louis quickly runs out of the room, down the stairs almost tripping over his own feet and throw open the door, not caring if it's left open.

he gets hit with a cold breeze and a crap load of snow. no time to worry about that. he races over to their neighbors, praying that they aren't out of town for the holidays.

he slams his fist against the cold door over and over again. he breathes heavily as he waits for a response. please be home- please be home.

thankfully, the door opens revealing a tired liam payne with his husband, niall payne behind him whose looking equally as tired.

"louis? hey mate- what" liam croaks quietly but get cut off by louis' quick panic.

"oh my god— thank god! give me your phone!" louis yells quickly, holding his hand out for the phone. liam questions his statement but hands him the phone which was in his pocket.

"thank you! fuck! love you liam!" louis screams as he races back over to his house, quickly dialing the number; holding it up to his ear as he makes his way into the kitchen where is husband still lays—limp and still.

he crouched down next to harry's head, patting his hair back. he hears liam yell from the living room, calling for him; asking if he was okay.

"hello? this is 999, what's your emergency?" the lady answers from the other side.

"i need- need an ambulance! please, my husband is passed out on the kitchen floor."

"okay sir. please stay calm. please state your address and name."

"uh um- louis tomlinson, my husband is harry tomlinson and address- my address is- fuck. um- oh, 28 L. Hill Park Ave"

"okay. i'm sending an ambulance now. does your husband have a fever? how long as he been passed out for?"

louis quickly checks for a fever, which he realizes that harrys burning up, fuck. he should've check earlier.

"fuck. baby you're burning up. yes, ma'am he's burning up and i don't know, i came downstairs and he was passed out." louis softly explaining trying to keep calm.

"okay, help is on the way."

"thank you." louis mutters out before hanging up the call. now he waits.

he carefully moves harry, so harry's head was laying on louis' lap. every now and then, louis whispers a soft "it'll be okay" not sure if he was directing it towards harry or himself.

he feels a soft pat on the shoulder and a cold cloth appears in front of his face. he looks back, realizing that liam and niall were still in his house. he nods a thank you and sends a gentle smile before focusing back on harry.

he slowly rubs the cloth around harrys pale but red face. he needs to cool down this fever. as he continues, harry begins to stir. making louis freeze.

"hey! hey, harry. oh my god—" louis whispers trying to calm down any panic harry might have. harry's eyes blink a couple of times before they look around the room and locks eyes with louis.

"oh my god, hi baby. you okay?" louis worries but harry doesn't reply, instead his eyes are glossed over like he isn't really there.

before louis could even think, he hears a loud gag and right then and there, harry's dinner starts to appear. louis is quick turn him over, so he could throw up on the floor instead.

"shh, it's okay. you're okay—breathe babe." louis softly comforts as harry continues to ruin their kitchen floor. he hears a mumbled "oh god" coming from the irish boy behind him with a soft gag.

"niall, you throw up on my floor. i'll bring harry to yours, so he could throw up on your kitchen floor" louis mutters loudly but not taking his eyes off harry who seems to be calming down.

"yeah okay. i'll go into your living room" niall quickly reply and makes his way out of ill smelling kitchen, liam following behind as he is also feeling sick to the stomach.

harry's vomiting swiftly comes to an end and leans back into louis' lap. his fucking head was still spinning and his sore stomach churning painfully.

"i-i'm fine" harry croaks out, his voice now raspy and rough. the sore throat and vomiting did him no good. "oh yeah sure" louis sarcastically says rolling his blue eyes at his husband.

"i-i am" harry coughs harshly, he attempts to sit up but is quickly laid back down into louis' lap.

"and where do you think you're going?" louis questions. harry mentally rolls his eyes, he would physically do it but he knows it would worsen his dizziness.

"t-to make brea-ak-kfast?" harry painfully mutters out as if it obvious. harry refuses to ruin louis' birthday. his thoughts get cut off as louis lets out a very sarcastic laugh.

"you think- you think- no baby. you're going to hospital. you just passed out and the ambulance is on their way." louis laughs softly at harry.

an ambulance??

"an ambulance!" harry painfully shouts, quickly regretting it as his throat is killing him. there is no way he was going to the hospital, he's fine.

"w-why di' you call an am-am-bulance lou?" harry groans attempting to sit up once again but no anvil as louis shoves him back down.

"you were passed out for who knows how long, and i didn't know what to do! what else was i supposed to harry? wait?" louis harshly criticized.

"yes-yes!" harry groans once again, he really needs to shut up.

"i'm fine." harry deadpans, even though his body says otherwise.

"you are not fine, harry! if you were fine, you wouldn't be laying on the kitchen floor looking half dead!" louis rolls his eyes, clearly over harry's shit.

as harry goes to reply, their kitchen quickly gets taken over by EMTS who were let in by their neighbors.

the EMTS are quick to kneel down by harrys side, rushing louis and harry with questions. one even tried to pull louis' away from harry which harry quickly wouldn't let them and tightly holding onto louis' hand.

"louis- don't leave me." harry croaks as he panics when the emts start to overwhelm him.

"i'm right here, i'm always going right here" louis softly smiles as he continues to hold harry's hand to his chest and softly kissing it.

harry slowly smiles at him. even when they disagree, they will never stop loving each other.

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fin. 2.4k words

part two?

hi mi amors!

happy holidays everyone!

i'm really sorry for the delay of oneshots, with school and my business, i don't really have time to sit down and write. but i'm trying my best to make time for them.

i do have a small question for you guys, do y'all still like "mpreg" oneshots? i have some unpublished mpreg oneshots and wanna know if y'all would be interested.

anyways, i hope everyone enjoyed today's oneshot. don't forget to vote, comment, and request!

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- M:)