Migraine but no one believes him - Louis

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Louis' POV

»Harry! Lou! It's time to get up! We gotta get ready for the rehearsal!«

I groaned when I woke up at Niall's voice shouting through our bedroom as the first thing I felt was a throbbing pain in my head.

»Yeah, we're coming, thanks Ni«, Harry mumbled next to me and Niall finally left the room, not without opening the curtains. The light that was now flooding the room hurt my head even more and I didn't even bother to open my eyes.

»Lou, love, are you awake?«, I heard Harry ask while he softly stroked my hair like he did every morning when he was up before I was. I usually loved his caresses, but right now the only thing I could feel was pain.

»Don't feel well, Haz«, I said weakly. »My head ...«

»Lou, come on, love«, Harry said and I could tell from his voice that he was smirking. »I know what you're doing.«

»No, I'm serious«, I mumbled and squeezed my eyes. My own voice sounded uncomfortably loud in my head.

»Of course«, I could hear Harry say in an ironic tone. »I'm gonna go to the kitchen and make us some coffee. It's gonna help you wake up.« And he left the room.

Damn it. I knew exactly why Harry didn't believe me. It was because last week when we were on vacation I had told the lads I would play sick after vacation if I wouldn't feel like rehearsing. It was a joke of course. Now I wished I hadn't said that because Harry seemed to believe that I was faking.

Harry's POV

»Where's Lou?«, Liam asked when I entered the kitchen and started making coffee. He and Niall were already sitting at the kitchen table eating some toast.

»He's playing sick«, I said and rolled my eyes. »Says he has a headache.«

»Really?«, Niall asked laughing. »If he seriously planned on avoiding the rehearsal he shouldn't have told us before that he would play sick.«

»I bet he's gonna join us as soon as he smells the coffee«, I said.

But even after we had finished both breakfast and coffee Louis still hadn't joined us.

»I'm gonna see what's keeping him. I swear if he fell back asleep ...«

»Hopefully not«, Liam said. »We need to leave in at least ten minutes.«

I went back to our bedroom hoping that Louis had got ready in the meantime, but when I entered the room he was still in bed fast asleep.

»Lou«, I said in an annoyed tone. »Come on. We all know that you're not sick so can you please get out of bed now?«

»Head hurts«, he mumbled as a response. I sighed and put my hand on his forehead just in case, but he didn't feel warm in the slightest.

»Lou, you don't even have a temperature. Hurry up, we'll leave in a few minutes.« With those words I left the room.

Louis' POV

Shit. There was no way I could make Harry believe me and I didn't want him to be mad at me so I forced myself out of bed. As soon as I got up I started to feel dizzy due to the pounding in my head. I just really hoped it wouldn't turn into a migraine later on. I slowly made my way to the bathroom where I washed my face and brushed my teeth, but the taste of the toothpaste kind of made me feel sick. I quickly drank some water from the tap to make the nausea go away and luckily it helped a bit.

»We gotta go, Tommo! Hurry up!«, I heard Niall's voice through the door. God, I wished they could just stop rushing me like that.

»Yeah«, I mumbled and left the bathroom. »I'm just gonna get some painkillers.«

»Oh, come on, Louis. Just stop acting like that, we're already running late because of you«, Liam said and I felt even worse.

»Lou, are you ready?«, I heard Harry call from the hallway.

»He is«, Liam said in my place and pushed me to the door.

»Finally«, Niall muttered. »The bus is already waiting.«

When we were sitting in the bus I immediately closed my eyes hoping to get a bit more sleep that would help with the headache. But the voices of the other lads sounded so loud in my head that it wasn't possible for me to fall asleep. I wished I had my noise cancelling headphones with me, but I had left them in our apartment so I couldn't do anything than trying to ignore the talking and laughter of the others.

»Louis, are you sleeping again?«, Niall asked and I just moaned as a response. I didn't feel like talking at all.

»He's pissed because we know he's faking«, Harry said and the boys laughed. I knew he meant it in a funny way; however I could feel a stab in my heart at his words. Why couldn't at least my boyfriend believe me? Well, I knew why. If I just hadn't made that stupid joke ...

Harry's POV

When we started rehearsing our songs, Louis was doing absolutely terribly. He was constantly out of tune, missed his solos and forgot the lyrics. I had to admit I was getting really angry. I understood that he was still in vacation mode after we had spent a week at the beach, but this was getting too much.

»Louis, why are you doing that?«, I asked when he messed up the lyrics of If I could fly for the third time, let alone his terrible intonation. »Can you just pull yourself together, please? We want to rehearse seriously and you're messing up everything on purpose all the time. It's fucking annoying.«

»If you would just believe me that my head ...«, Louis started to defend himself, but Liam interrupted him.

»Sorry Lou, but Harry's right. We're already here so you can stop your acting and actually try to sing.«

»I did try, I ...«, Louis started again, but this time he got interrupted by Niall.

»It didn't sound like that to be honest. Sounded more like a dying cow.«

Louis' POV

Okay, that was enough. I felt like absolute shit and still tried my best, and all the others did was picking on me. I put my microphone back on the mic stand, then I turned around and left the stage without saying a word.

»He really got out of the wrong side of bed this morning«, I could hear Harry say before I got backstage. I closed the door of our backstage room and slid down the wall, my hands covering my face. The silence around me made the pounding in my head seem even louder. I tried to take a few deep breaths to calm myself down a bit, but every movement – even breathing – seemed to worsen the throbbing pain in my head. This was definitely a migraine. And none of the others would help me. Instead they would keep telling me how much I was messing up everything. I felt tears of desperation forming in my eyes and a sob escaped my lips. I tried to suppress it because I felt like crying would cause my head to explode, but I couldn't help it and the next second I felt tears streaming down my face. God, it hurt – it hurt so badly it made me feel sick. I tried to stand up to get to the bathroom, but I couldn't hold it in any longer and threw up right on the floor. I just sat there staring at the disgusting stuff that had just left my stomach, thinking this day couldn't get any worse.

Well, I was proved wrong when I felt the vibration of my phone in my pocket. Liam had texted me: »Can you just pull yourself together and come back on stage? We need you here.«

They were angry with me. Fuck, I didn't want that. I didn't want to go back either, but the lads were more important. So I did the only thing I could do to hopefully make them stop being mad at me. I got up and went back on stage trying to ignore the fact that my legs were getting shakier and the pain in my head intensified with every second.

Harry's POV

A few minutes after Liam had texted Louis, he came back.

»Sorry«, he mumbled without looking at us, grabbing his microphone he had left on the stand. Was I wrong or did his eyes look red? It probably was just the light that made it look like that ...

»Just try to work properly now, okay?«, Niall said and Louis nodded weakly.

»Okay mates, we're going to sing Drag me down«, Liam announced and the music started.

I sang the first part, then it was Louis' turn. But he didn't sing. I turned around to look at him with annoyance – what the hell was wrong with him again? But when I saw him I started getting worried. He was just standing there with his hands on his microphone holding onto it as if he wouldn't be able to stand if he didn't. And then I saw him stumble, his grip loosened and as in slow motion I saw him losing his balance as he was about to fall.

»Lou, no!«, I shouted and ran towards him, not a moment too soon as I was just in time to prevent him from falling onto the hard ground.

»Louis? Oh my god, he passed out!«, I yelled in panic and lowered him to the ground. »Lou, wake up! Shit!«

»Harry, it's okay, try to calm down, okay?«, Liam said as he and Niall kneeled down next to Louis and me.

»Niall, check his pulse. Louis, mate, can you hear me?«, he asked, slightly slapping Louis' cheek.

I felt absolutely terrible as I watched Liam and Niall hovering over my boyfriend trying to wake him up. Louis ... My Louis was lying there unconscious and it was my fault. He had told me several times that he wasn't feeling well and I hadn't believed him. God, what terrible kind of a boyfriend was I? What if Louis wouldn't wake up? It would be my fault. Why hadn't I just listened to him?

Louis' POV

»Lou, are you awake? Oh, thank God!«

I tried to open my eyes a bit and saw three blurred faces looking down at me, but God it was hard to keep them open and my head hurt so terribly.

»No buddy, don't close your eyes. Try to stay with us, okay?«, someone said and I felt a hand stroking my hair. I groaned with pain as the touch only worsened the throbbing pain in my head.

»What's wrong, Louis? Where does it hurt?« It was Liam's worried voice. I opened my mouth to answer, but no word left it as I was too weak to speak.

»It's his head. Like he told us before.« Hmm ... This voice ... I loved it so much.

»Haz«, I whispered.

»Shhh it's okay, I'm here«, he said.

»We should get him backstage, shouldn't we?«, I could hear Niall say and the others agreed.

A moment later I felt myself being picked up in bridal style, but I didn't really care. I just wanted to sleep and Harry to be with me.

»Hazza?«, I asked weakly to make sure that he was still by my side.

»Yeah, it's me, honey. We're going to our backstage room and then you can rest, okay?«

»Hmm«, was all I could get out.

Harry's POV

I carefully lay Louis down on the sofa in our backstage room. He looked unbelievably pale and weak, and I hated myself so much for not listening to him. He was having a fucking migraine and I ... But now it wasn't the time to think about what a piece of shit I was. I had to care for Louis.

»Li, could you go get some Ibuprofen for Louis, please?«, I asked.

»I think I even have some with me«, he said and started digging around in his bag. »Yes, indeed!«

I gratefully took the package from him. »Thank you so much. Louis, love, I'm gonna help you take these and then you can sleep. How does that sound?«

He only moaned as a response as he probably didn't want to do anything at all. But he really needed those painkillers so I helped him sit up while Liam got us a glass of water. I supported Louis' body while he took two of the pills, then I helped him lie back down.

»Well done, love. Now you can rest.«

»Guys, there's vomit on the floor«, Niall suddenly said and pointed at a pile of puke in the corner of the room.

»Lou, did you throw up before?«, Liam asked sounding nearly as guilty as I felt.

Louis slightly nodded his head with his eyes closed.

We all looked at each other thinking exactly the same. That we would never ever not believe Louis when he said he felt sick.

Louis' POV

When I woke up the pain in my head was still the first thing I noticed, but it was way better than it had been a few hours ago. I could even open my eyes without immediately feeling like throwing up again.

»Hey love, how are you feeling?«, Harry asked softly. He was sitting on the floor right next to the sofa I was on and I wondered if he had been there the whole time while I was sleeping.

»Better«, I said. »But still hurts.«

»I'm so sorry, love«, Harry said, suddenly looking really sad. »For everything. I should've believed you when you told me you didn't feel well. What happened today was my fault.«

»Haz, no ...«

»No, it's true. You would never play sick and mess up things on purpose. As your boyfriend I should've known that. I feel like a piece of shit.«

»Don't, please. I love you so much, Hazza«, I said, looking at him pleadingly. Of course the day would've been much less dramatic if Harry and the other lads would have believed me, but Harry talking bad about himself wouldn't change anything.

»I love you too, Boo«, he said and leaned forward to give me a soft kiss on my lips which made me smile.

»Where are Li and Ni?«, I asked as I noticed that the others weren't here.

»They're calling Paul to tell him what happened. Hopefully he will cancel our next interview.«

»That would be amazing«, I sighed. »I just hope I'll be able to perform at our concert in two days.«

»I'm sure you will«, Harry said. »We're gonna go home when Liam and Niall are back and then I'm gonna cuddle you back to health.«

»That sounds like a great plan«, I said and gave him a smile. Harry smiled back, but then he furrowed his eyebrows as if he was thinking about something that really worried him.

»What are you thinking about?«, I asked.

He hesitated. »When you were unconscious before, there was a moment when I thought that I had lost you. I think it was the most terrible and scary feeling I've ever had.«

»Oh Haz ...« I swallowed, not really knowing what to say at his words. I didn't know that I had scared him that much, but when I thought about it ... If Harry would pass out and lie there all lifeless and without moving, I would be scared shitless.

»It's just ... I love you so freaking much, Lou. God, I love you so much, I can't even tell.«

»I love you too, Hazza. Endlessly and forever.«

»Can we make a promise to each other?«, Harry asked, his green eyes merging with my blue ones.

»Anything«, I said and I really meant it.

»Let's just never leave each other.«

I smiled at him. »Never ever.«

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I have to admit this is not the most accurate story. I mean where is Paul, where is the management, why are the boys rehearsing on their own?  lmao

But however I had so much fun writing it! Why in the world is it so much fun to write about how our favourite boys suffer??

Anyway - don't hesitate to send more requests! Have a good day!


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