He Hides the Fact He's Sick On Tour From You and Insults You When You Try To Take Care of Him
“Oh y/n, thank goodness you’re here” Louis smiles, sighing in relieve as he hangs up the phone that was previously pressed against his ear.
“I’ve miss you so much.” I smile, running into him to hug him as tight as possible.
I haven’t seen Louis in six months, and even though I’m not here for him, I’m still glad I’m here with him. He’s like a brother I’ve never had, and not being able to see him was tough to go through.
“I don’t know how you’re able to do this, but thank you for picking me up from the tour bus” I smile, releasing the hug as I fixed the strap to my luggage on my shoulder.
“No problem! We were right by here anyway” he insists, sliding his phone in his pocket.
I nod, looking around before turning my attention back to Louis. I give him a small smile before patting his back so that we can go.
“How’s tour?” I ask, walking with him out the back entrance of the airport.
The night breeze made me shiver, hugging my jacket closer to my body in attempt token warm.
“Good, but stressful. We’ve been replacing and taking care of Harry for weeks” he sighs, kicking the pavement with the bottom of his shoes.
I frown. I hate knowing Harry isn’t himself. It’s awful. I’ve never realized how much it hurts when someone you’re in love with is in pain, especially when you can’t help them. You wish nothing but for yourself to be in that position rather than them, no matter what the condition.
“Well, I hope he doesn’t mind I’m here” I breathe out.
Harry doesn’t want the boys to let me know he has fallen ill. I don’t know why, but apparently everytime Louis says he’s going to tell me, Harry freaks out and refuses. I don’t know whether he’s scared for me to see the state he’s in, or he just doesn’t want me to worry. But no matter what the reason, I refuse to leave his side until he’s recovered.
“Here we are.” Louis exhales, leading me toward the front of the tour bus as he unlocks the door. “Just stay behind me and hide in the bathroom until I tell you to, okay?”
I nod, mumbling a quiet “okay” before stepping into the bus. I’m welcomed by Niall, Liam, and Zayn fighting about whether the recent football game was unfair or not. They all seem too involved in their disputes for me to intrude, so I try to sneak by them by attempting to go unnoticed.
“Oh Y/n’s h-“
“Shhh!” I shush, interrupting Niall as I point to the bunk room.
They all nod, giving me thumbs up before continuing their conversations.
I shake my head with a smile before following Louis to the bunk room, tucking myself into the bathroom so that I’m hidden from Harry.
“Harry, you feeling better?” Louis asks, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
My heart almost stops at his appearance. When he attempts to sit up, he fails immediately as his body is too weak to hold up his weight. He’s pale, nearly transparent, and his chest is dripping with sweat. His eyes are blue and veiny, almost black from being sunken in so much. His hands are shaking uncontrollably, spots of dry vomit on them.
“No” Harry answers, letting out a groan. “If anything, I feel worse.”
Louis shakes his head at him.
“Is there anything I could do to help? Like, would Y/n help?” Louis asks, turning towards me as he nods his head.
I slowly walk toward the room, but halt my actions when I hear Harry speak again.
“Oh God, no. She won’t help. If anything she’s going to make it worse by coming here. She’s not going to give me any fucking peace and quiet and she won’t leave me alone. She always does that when I’m sick. That voice makes me even more sick.”
My heart drops as I take the last couple of steps to the room. All I ever do is try to help him, no matter what it costs me, but I never knew he felt that way about it. My eyes rim with tears when he looks up at me. His breathing becomes harsh, but I look away the second I’m able to. I feel intimidated, small, especially when he says harsh words about me.
I wipe a small tear away from my cheek, but shake off my emotions. This isn’t worth my tears, at least not enough for him to see them.
“I’ll be uh—I’ll be with the guys, Louis” I smile softly.
He turns to me, giving me a sympothetic look. He mouths a short “I’m sorry”, but it isn’t his fault. He didn’t know Harry was going to act that way towards me, because he wasn’t supposed to. He was supposed to be happy and relieved. So I just nod, slowly making my way toward the kitchen area.
The boys are still arguing about the game as they microwave themselves a late dinner. I swiftly pour some water into a glass, filling it up half way before I take a seat on the couch. I carefully take the remote from the arm and turn the channel to the Food Network, just to see if there’s any soup recipe I can cook for Harry.
I stare blankly at the screen, not really having any intention on communicating to anybody. What Harry says really matters to me, especially when we’ve talked about a future together. I don’t want to fuck anything up, and I’m starting to wonder if anything else I do bothers him this much.
“You know he’s just not feeling so well, right?” Louis asks me, taking the space next to me.
I shrug, taking a sip of my water.
“I guess” I mumble.
“He’s just been losing sleep and puking and just awful things”.
“I know” I say, taking another sip of my water as I kept my gaze directly at the screen.
“Are you still going to take care of him?” Louis asks, streching his arm out behind my head, supporting it on the couch.
“Of course. I’m going to make him some tea” I murmur, giving him a small smile.
Even though I am mad at him, I can’t stop feeling bad for the fact he’s ill. He can barely sit up without falling down, and it crushes me knowing he was so weak and unwell.
As I make him tea, I take out two advils for his headachs while heating him up some soups. Waiting for it to be complete, I greet the boys a proper hello as they all tackle me in hugs. I laugh, feeling genuinely happy for the first time since my arrival.
“Y/n! We’ve missed you so much, it’s like we’re missing our sixth member!” Liam says enthusiastically
“Awe guys! I’ve missed you!”
They all laugh, giving me an extra squeeze before letting me take care of Harry. I organize the meal nicely on a tray, hoping Harry will talk to me. I don’t want to regret coming here for him, because I’m starting to think I am.
I walk carefully to his bed, hoping that he will apologize once he sees me, or at least accept what I’ve made him.
I quietly slide the door open, looking to the bottom left bunk to check up on Harry. Harry is swallowed in blankets, typing away on the keyboard of his phone. He let out a couple of coughs and sneezes while I try to figure out what to say to him.
I don’t want him to ignore me, that’s the last thing I want. After six months without him with me, I want him to show he missed me as much as I missed him. But deep down, I know it wasn’t going to be like that, no matter how much I want it to.
“I uh—I made you tea and some soup and got you some Advil” I mutter with caution.
Harry, however, stays silent as he keeps scrolling through his twitter feed, acting as if I’m not there. My heart feels like it’s being taken away from me, but I’m not giving up to try and get him to let me in.
“Do you want it?” I speak with shakiness.
The tapping on his screen is the only response I get. My eyes brim with tears again. I look down at the tray, wanting him to understand that I want to make him better. He’s all I cared about, and it breaks me knowing he’s blind from seeing that.
I sniffle, placing the tray on the little stand behind his bunk before I exit the room, sliding the door closed. I place my forehead against the door, breathing in deeply to compose myself.
Once I feel the tears start to go away, I turn around, ready to go to sleep. But Louis grabs my waist. I gasp, my hand touching my heart as I try to regain my breathing.
“You scared me, Louis.” I chuckle.
He looks down at me with so much concern, playing with my hair around his fingers. He frowns, looking down at his feet before looking up at me again.
“Y/n, I’m starting to feel like shit. I think I’m catching what Harry has. Can you take care of me?” he asked.
My eyebrows crease inwards, confusion consuming the remains of my emotions.
“But you were fine ten minutes ago”.
Louis pouts again, placing hair behind my ear. He ducks his head to meet eye level with me, and his face is showing nothing but desperation.
I sigh, nodding my head as I slide open the door again, guiding Louis inside. I take a look at the tray I made Harry, which was left untouched. Of course it’s untouched. What was I suppose to expect?
“I guess you can have this since Harry didn’t eat it” I murmur, grabbing the tray behind Harry’s mattress and placing it on Louis’ lap.
“Thank you” he smiles, before slirping the soup with content.
“This is absolutely delicious, Y/n. Thank you.”
I smile at him, moving back and forth between my toes and heals as I look around the room. I don’t know what to do, because I don’t really believe Louis is sick, and I don’t want to make Harry mad.
“Well, I’ll get going. Call me if y-“
“No” Louis whines, putting the tray behind his mattress.
He slides his body against the wall, leaving just enough room for me to fit next to him.
“Can you sleep with me? I don’t want to be alone in this state.”
In moments like this, Harry would start screaming if I had even touched one of the boys’ beds. But now, he’s just staring blankly at Louis, not moving a muscle. I guess if Harry doesn’t care if I put Louis to sleep, I shouldn’t, either.
“Sure” I sigh.
Once I slide into the bunk, Louis instinctively wraps his arms around my waist. His chin nuzzles into my neck, his cheek laying ontop of mine as he smiles contently. I let out a yawn, the time difference starting to get the best of me. Whenever I took care of Harry, I always played with his hair before he fell asleep. He said it’s the most relaxing thing, especially when he’s sick. So I lift my arm up and started to play with Louis’ hair. Twisting it and pulling it around my fingers gently.
“Hmmm” Louis sighs, his body relaxing around mine.
In a matter of minutes, I hear Louis snore quietly. I sigh, pealing myself off of Louis as I got out of bed. I rub my eyes, letting out a quiet yawn as I check up on Harry. He’s staring emotionless at me, almost like he’s staring right through me. I scoff at him, placing the semi-warm tea on the nightstand behind him again, making sure I’m quiet so I don’t wake Louis up.
“It’s still warm.” I growl before exiting the room.
The rest of the boys give me a hug and kiss goodnight before I make it to the living area of the bus. I make sure the bunk room door is closed and the driver curtain is closed before I start to change into pajamas. I swiftly flick off the light before I cuddle into the couch, wrapping a small comforter half my size around myself.
“This isn’t even” I groan, lifting the comforter off my body.
I growl at the situation. Cold and uncomfortable, I start turning endlessly across the couch, trying hard to find a comfortable position. After putting my arm underneath my head, I start feeling content enough to slowly drift off to sleep. Before my body is fully asleep, right when I’m about to slumber, two strong arms wrap around me, lifting me up from the couch.
I groan, opening my eyes to see a tired, unreadable Harry. I want to punch him in the chest in order for him to let me go, but I’m half asleep, and his body is so warm, I can’t do anything besides cuddle into him more.
He slowly brings me into his bunk with him, sliding the curtains shut before pulling me into his body. He puts the comforters up to our chins, making me warm up within seconds.
“I haven’t gotten sleep” he mumbles, holding me closer into him, as if it’s even possible to hold me closer than he is now, “and I think I know why”.