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Louis could see from side stage just how out of it Harry was by Kiwi, gasping for air and needing lots of water breaks and leaning away from the mic to cough in the few songs before. However, his boy was a performer at heart, incapable of doing a half-assed performance, he wanted to do the absolute most for his fans and audience, even at the detriment of his own health. Watching just how his chest is heaving with each breath, Louis is surprised he is even making it to the end of the show without collapsing.
This was the last show of Live On Tour, of course Harry was going to go above and beyond, so when Kiwi came to a close and instead of a ‘whale’, Louis watches in quiet horror as he throws himself into a second rendition, already needing the audience and Clare and Sarah to help carry the lyrics, ignoring the stare that Louis is shooting him down with and throwing Mitch a thumbs up to continue the set. You can see him attempt to take deeper breaths, ignoring the way that his breaths become shorter and shorter. Louis anxiously bites his nails as the second verse begins, as Harry’s notes become strained, and he wants nothing more than to run on stage and drag him off by his hair, fuck the fact that they’re in front of twenty-thousand people.
Harry changing the lyrics from “I’m kinda into it” to “and I’m exhausted” should have made him laugh but he can’t help but begin to pace as Kiwi comes to an end, Louis’ shoulders relaxing as Harry begins his preparation for ‘the whale’ but instead of water shooting from the man’s mouth, he swallows it and the band begins their third rendition of Kiwi. Jeff actually needs to grab Louis by the back of his shirt to stop him from storming out onto the stage at that point, his anxiety shooting through the roof at just how hard Harry is heaving for breath. He can see how red and woozy Harry is getting, sweat pouring from his unlike he’s ever seen him before. Alas, ever the performer, Harry pushes himself, dancing across the stage and throwing himself into the first verse once more.
He can see Harry mouth the words I’m okay, to whatever Mitch has said, but blue eyes refuse to leave the main man on the stage, watching as he seems to need to lean on his mic stand to support him, not being able to complete the verse. His eyes are half-lidded, and he seems a little slow and woozy, almost slurring the words, all signs that he’s oxygen deprived and in the midst of an asthma attack – something that Louis hadn’t seen since the days of One Direction when Harry was pushed past his limits during the middle of a chest infection. Anxious tears spring to Louis’ eyes when it seems that he collapses, falling to his knees in front of the mic; before he sees Harry’s cheeky smile and watches as he lifts himself back to his feet, hands never leaving the mic stand and finally reaching the end of the song. Louis isn’t sure if he even has enough in him to do his usual ‘whale’ stunt, if his lungs are so tight he might not have enough power to spit the water out enough. Luckily enough the spray is enough and Louis sighs in relief and wipes his eyes quickly before anyone else can see them, bouncing on his toes in one spot as Harry makes his way off the stage.
Jeff pats him on the shoulder and passes him Harry’s inhaler with a spacer attached, the manager already spinning away to arrange their medical team to meet them back in his dressing room before Louis can thank him. The man may be a dick but at least he has Harry’s best interests at heart. Harry stumbles into his arms as he finally comes off, his wheezing audible in Louis’ ear as he wraps his arms around the smaller man. “C’mon love, just a few puffs and then I’ll give you as many cuddles you want,” Louis says softly, passing the device to Harry and immediately moving to take his jacket off him, tugging his shirt loose from his pants.
“Sure you boys don’t wanna move this to the dressing room?” Adam jokes as he finally makes his way off stage with the rest of the band but he’s ignored as Louis tries to pull the fabric over Harry’s head, getting it stuck around his wrists as Harry attempts to shake the canister and brings it back to his face for another puff. The ever-quiet Mitch cuffs Adam up the back of the head before he comes up beside Harry and puts a hand on his damp back, moving to help Louis remove the cufflinks from his wrists so that Harry doesn’t need to take the spacer away from his face. “You did good H, but that was dangerous,” Mitch says softly, smiling a little at Louis’ muttered ‘too right’ and helps them shuffle him to his dressing room, a usually adrenaline-filled Harry now stumbling and wheezing as Louis and Mitch get under one arm each and help him to his room.
The door opens before they get to it and Jeff holds it for them as they drag him to the couch, letting Harry collapse into it and they step back as his team pounce. Alex steps in first, his tour first-aider barking commands to the others gathered in the room; “Get me a BP, his sats, and I want a cool cloth on the back of his neck asap. Louis, do you still have his inhaler?”Louis is standing behind the couch watching on distressed, but hands Alex the inhaler from where Harry had tossed it onto the couch when they came in. Louis hears a bunch of medical words, but the only thing that sticks is Alex’s face when they say that Harry’s sats are 90%.
Harry’s breaths are less wheezy, but he still seems to be short of breath, almost gasping. Louis is pushed out of the way as one of the other members in the first-aid team drags a tank of oxygen over and pushes a face mask over Harry’s face. Harry’s eyes open from where they were starting to droop and he becomes panicky, looking around the room for Louis while trying to claw the mask off his face. His heart rate picks up on the monitor and his breaths speed up, so Louis races to Harry’s side to grab his hands to keep him from taking it off. The others can see Harry relax once Louis is in his eyesight, so they make room for him, working around them.
Blue eyes never leave green ones, Louis ignoring everyone around them but the love of his life, “You’re doing so well, Sunshine. You gotta stay calm for me love. You gotta focus on your breathing so you can get your stats up,”. After a few minutes of slow breathing together with sweet praises that Louis has for the man, his vitals begin to level out, and Alex pulls the mask from Harry’s face from behind him, spooking the disoriented man. Instead of apologizing the first-aider passes Louis a peak-flow meter, a contraption that Louis has seen Harry mess around with many times before, understanding that it measures how well his breathing is and to assess how badly he is struggling in the middle of an asthma attack. Harry stares at the device confused, still a little disoriented, and it takes Louis pressing the mouthpiece against his lips before he realizes that he needs to blow.
A little bit of Harry’s normal personality shines through when he cheekily wiggles his eyebrows as he purses his lips and blows into the machine, and Louis’ returning grin is blinding. There’s his baby; he was so worried that tonight would end with Harry spending the night in the hospital but a glance at the tiny O2 sats monitor on Harry’s finger showed that he was slowly creeping back up to 95%, that they would be able to make their way back to their LA home tonight. He didn’t plan on letting his boy out of bed for a few days; they had planned a stay-in holiday together when his tour ended but this was even more reason to lock themselves away together for a well-deserved rest.
Getting good readings meant that all Harry needed to do is take a few more doses of his inhaler and they can send the team away, and so Louis watches as Harry tries with his might to have his lung capacity the best it can be in the situation that he is in – pushing himself just that little too far and making himself dizzy with the strong breaths he’s taking. However only Louis can see this, can see how Harry’s eyes take a few more seconds than usual to focus on blue eyes after breathing into his Flow Meter thingy. He wants nothing more than to sequester Harry away from everyone, so he stays quiet and allows him to continue to pass Alex’ checks. Alex meets Louis’ eyes when he listens to his chest with a stethoscope one last time, but the pleading in Louis’ face makes him ignore the tiny crackles and instead deems him okay to leave.
When the first-aid team finally deem Harry’s vitals normal enough to let him go home with Louis and the two quickly pack up and wish the team and band a goodnight before they are rushed out to a car in the underground carpark. Right before he escapes, Alex stops Louis and pulls him aside and tells him that he might dip into another asthma attack and to contact him anytime, no matter the time – Louis thanks him profusely and runs to catch up to where Harry is tiredly leaning against the hallway wall. Aware that there is usually always eyes and ears everywhere, Louis waited until their car was already on the road before he lets a dozing Harry tip over onto him to snuggle his face into Louis’ neck. The back seat of this Rover isn’t comfortable enough for Harry to lay out on but curled up into Louis’ side, he wants nothing more than to close his eyes and sleep for a week. Too many long nights in a row, pushing himself too far was finally taking a toll on his body.
Louis lets him sleep on the short trip to Harry’s LA home, but he has to nudge him to wake him when they pull into the gated residence, long past the days where Louis could comfortably pick up Harry and take him up to bed without waking him. He guides a barely conscious popstar into their home and up the stairs, dragging him away from the bed when Harry goes to faceplant into it and instead pushes him into the shower where he doesn’t bother to undress the man before turning the spray on.
Yelping in surprise and now completely awake, Harry is doused in cold water before it begins to warm, turning and glaring at a smug Louis. He quickly peels his pants and under things off, still topless from where Louis stripped him at the venue. Louis strips off and gets in behind him, wrapping his arms around the taller man and pressing his head between Harry’s shoulder blades and listening to Harry’s breathing, still a little weak and shaky, though the steam from the hot shower was helping. “C’mon H, sit and I’ll wash your hair,” Louis say as he softly pushes at Harry’s shoulder and the man slides down the shower wall, leaning his head back against the tiles when his ass meets the floor, staring at Louis though when their eyes meet Louis can see that he’s not there behind his eyes, his mind elsewhere.
Carefully manipulating Harry’s body in and out of the water so that he can wash his short hair without getting any in his eyes, Louis is able to quickly wash them both so that neither are sticky with sweat anymore. Harry seems to come back to himself when the water suddenly cuts off, shaking his head and staring up at Louis who still has his hand on the taps. Holding out his hand, Louis nods his head towards the bedroom, “Up baby, let’s get you to bed, you’re exhausted,”. He doesn’t even reach for his towel when he stands and stumbles out of the shower stall, knowing that Louis will dry him and he can just rest his weary head on his shorter lover’s shoulder. He hasn’t been this drained for many years, and he can barely think before he finally falls into bed, head barely meeting the pillow before he dozes off, Louis covering him up and slipping into bed beside him with a worried expression.
Louis rolls over at some point during the night and is woken up by a soft crackling sound, Harry’s breathing coming out almost like a whine. He quickly sits up and rolls Harry onto his back, reaching for his ventilator and preventative puffer - he curses himself for not making him take it before bed, of course he would dip back into something like this after the night they had. He doesn’t bother waking Harry before resting the spacer’s mask over his face. The exhausted man breathes in the medication and barely wakes when Louis lifts him up to slip in behind him, laying propped up against the pillows so Harry can rest sitting up against his chest.
With barely any sleep, Louis sits and holds Harry whilst texting with the hand that’s not holding his partner around the waist, letting Alex know and to tell him to assemble his medical team. Thank goodness they were famous and had enough money at their disposal to have an entire team on stand-by, because Louis could not imagine dragging the man in his arms out of bed to sit in an emergency room waiting room for an unknown amount of time.
He texts his security team too, telling them to let Alex in when they arrive. He could do with a tea and a piss but he can’t imagine what might happen if he takes his eyes off Harry for even a second, his hand resting over his slowly rising chest, his chin resting over Harry’s shoulder so his ear is right beside soft pink lips hearing every sound that escapes them. He’s concentrating so hard on the sound that he doesn’t even notice that anyone else has arrived until the light of their bedroom is turned on and light floods the room, disorienting both men in the bed, the light finally waking Harry. “Wh-what? ‘s goin on?” a confused curly haired popstar asks as he shields his eyes and tries to get his eyes to focus on the people streaming into the room. Louis doesn’t move just tiredly tightens his arm around Harry’s waist, adjusting the blanket so it’s properly covering them both, and breathes a little easier knowing that help was here.
“Ye weren’t breathing properly love. I invited them here,” Louis’ accent is thicker and he needs to clear his throat but doesn’t want to jostle the man in his arms. Alex kneels on the bed and asks to listen to Harry’s lungs with the stethoscope, frowning at the sounds and gesturing for someone to pass him his pack of medication and barks an order to get oxygen started with nasal prongs and to find the nebulizer (“It’s in the cupboard next to the bathroom, should be on the shelf at eye level” Louis says quickly before anyone tears apart their room looking for it).
Someone helps slip the oxygen tubes over his head and around his face, Harry whining and trying to pull away but failing due to Louis’ tight hold. He hates things on and around his face, especially in this exhausted state. He struggles even more when the nebulizer turns on and the face mask for that is slipped over his face as well, the pair pumping oxygen and medication into his lungs. “Harry, I’m sorry but you need to sit and take this, it’s gonna open your lungs up for you and make it easier to breath,” Alex says softly, holding Harry’s hand and ignoring the tears streaming down his face. Louis can feel Harry’s body shaking with his tears, but he can’t hear any struggles to breathe, especially over the whirring sound of the nebulizer and the hiss of the oxygen tank.
“You’re doing so good baby,” Louis whispers into Harry’s ear, hugging him around the waist and kissing his neck. “You are so brave love,”. The man in his arms may be 24 but Louis couldn’t help but remember him as the sweet sixteen-year-old that he met in a bathroom all those years ago, couldn’t help but have an overwhelming urge to protect him from everything and anything. He must have dozed off because he was woken with a light shake from Alex, the man telling him that they were done, and Harry’s vitals were back to normal, but they were staying in the lounge downstairs just in case. Usually, he despised people coming and going from the house as they pleased, left over from five years of never having any choice in who came and went from their hotel rooms – however this was a unique experience. He manoeuvres a sleeping Harry back onto the pillows beside him and curls around him once people had left the room, pulling the blankets over their naked bodies, and finally falling into a deep sleep.
Chapter 2
Notes:
did someone call for some smut with this angst? chapter two! here you go!
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For once Louis is the first up and after relieving himself and getting himself a coffee, he sits and watches Harry sleep, watching his chest rise and reassuring himself that his husband is fine, that last night was a lapse in judgement that could have ended up so much worse than it did. Harry finally rolls over around 11am, curling into Louis’ side. His voice was croaky and strained when he smiles at him and says, “Mornin’ Boo,” Louis runs a hand through his curls, and smiles sadly – “Hey babycakes. Do you remember much of last night after we came home?” He can feel Harry shake his head where it’s laying on his chest. “You don’t remember needing oxygen and emergency medication last night? You were wheezing so bad love,”. Harry rubs his eyes and sat up, laying his head on Louis’ shoulder and steals his cold coffee to take a sip, screwing his face up at the sugary drink.
“C’mon kitten, lets go get you some breakfast,” Louis says, kissing Harry sweetly on his temple before jumping out of bed, ignoring Harry’s heated stare at his ass and he makes his way over to their closet. He doesn’t even turn to look at Harry when he says, “Don’t even think about it Curly, you’re not getting any until the doctor clears you for it,” smirking at Harry’s frustrated huff. “Lou, I’m fine! Come back to bed baby,” Harry whines as he watches Louis pull on a pair of pants. The blue-eyed man smiles sweetly back at his partner, gesturing at him to come sit at the end of the bed.
Softly pushing at Harry until he lays on his back, Louis climbs up on top of him, pinning him down by his wrists and straddling his hips, grinding his hips down until he can feel Harry begin to harden beneath him. He leans down as if he’s going to kiss and bite at Harry’s neck but instead his growls in his ear, “You are going to be patient, aren’t you kitten? You’re gonna be a good boy or you won’t get anything even when the doctor says you can,”. He smirks at the panting boy beneath him and climbs off him and going back to finish dressing.
When they head downstairs, both with more clothes on, Alex meets them at the base of the stairs, quickly pulling Harry into the loungeroom to take his vitals while Louis heads into the kitchen to make them both a cup of tea. He can hear Harry hiss at the cold metal of the stethoscope against his back and he chuckles to himself, glad that he can hear his husband complaints rather than hearing him struggling to breathe.
He pauses and needs to clench his eyes closed to overcome the dizziness that races through him, the shock finally hitting him. He could have lost Harry last night… a million what if’s racing through his mind at once and overwhelming him: what if Louis hadn’t have woken up when he did, what if he didn’t have the team on stand-by, what if they didn’t get there in time, what if he hadn’t taken the medicine or oxygen when he did?
The force of this realization hits him hard. He slides down the cabinet until he’s sitting on the floor of the kitchen and needs to put a hand over his mouth to quieten his sob, tears streaming down his face. That’s where Harry finds him when Alex is done with his checks and sends him off with the order to take it easy for the next few days, take his preventor medication, and to always keep his inhaler on him. “Lou, baby, what’s wrong?” Harry cries as he rushes over and pulls the crying man into his lap. Louis can’t do anything but shake his head, burying his face in Harry’s neck and loosely holding on to the other side of his throat where he can feel Harry’s heartbeat under his palm. Louis needs that reassurance that Harry is okay, that the boy won’t fade away under his hand.
Harry is softly running his hands up and down Louis back under his shirt when he suddenly pulls back and presses a wet kiss against his mouth, tear tracks marring his face. “H, I need you. Can we? I need to feel your skin on mine. Need the reassurance that you’re okay…”. Louis’ tears haven’t completely ceased but Harry nods sadly and picks him up by the back of his thighs, giggling softly when Louis squeaks and rushes to hold on when he stands and begins up the stairs.
When he reaches the door to their room, he presses Louis against the door frame and bites a mark into the underside of his jaw, shivering at the mewls that leave his mouth. Harry doesn’t know what Louis has planned but he needs his mouth on him as soon as possible. He moves them to the bed and drops the man onto the mattress with a cheeky smile, and though Louis yelps at the sudden change in altitude, he has never been able to stay mad at Harry very long when his dimple is out.
They both race to strip again and when Harry crawls back onto the bed over Louis, the smaller man pulls him in by the hair for a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth, fighting for dominance. Louis wins when the hand in Harry’s hair pulls and he goes lax, like a kitten being scruffed, and blue eyes crease happily at the sight – he always loves taking advantage of Harry’s pain kink, always has been obsessed with running his fingers through Harry’s curls and pulling lightly. It may be almost a decade since they first got together but nothing has changed when it comes to what they love about each other. Louis licks into Harry’s slack mouth and moans when it makes him thrust his hips forward, their hard cocks sliding against one another’s.
He remembers the request he asked Harry for earlier when they first woke up and decides to reward him for his patience: “You’ve been so good and patient for me, this morning love. What do you want to do today? Do you need me to take charge?” Louis smiles at Harry’s desperate nod, and leans over him to take out their lube from their bedside table. When he comes back to sit on their bed, he holds their lube, and as he lays next to Harry on the bed and curls up behind him, he turns his head to kiss him. “I thought we might have some really slow spooning sex, don’t want to push you too hard, yeah?” Louis whispers against his lips and Harry moans at the thought. He hasn’t been properly penetrated by Louis for months, with Louis busy doing X-Factor stuff and Harry on tour, they kept it to easy blowies and hand jobs when they were able to see each other, sometimes only getting in cuddles as they slept from their exhausting schedules.
Rolling Harry until he was curled around a pillow, one leg curled up to open him up, Louis presses against him once more and rubs wet fingers over Harry’s hole, relishing in his soft mewls spilling from Harry’s mouth. He wants to be inside his husband already, but he also wants to drag this out, to keep his fingers in Harry as long as the man would allow just slowly making room for his cock. He slows his thrusts with his fingers, stretching him and rubbing softly over the rim with his thumb. Louis is soaking in the moans, kissing his shoulder when Harry shivers, and it takes until Harry is thrusting back and quietly begging for Louis’ cock before he pulls his hand free. It doesn’t take much shuffling to notch the head of his cock against the rim of Harry’s arse, and he can see Harry clench up in anticipation just as he slowly slips inside.
It feels incredible for them both, Harry’s head rolls and he lays prone on the bed, head and hips propped up by his odd assortment of pillows, Louis slowly sinking inside of him. Louis pulls gives a few thrusts before realizing the odd position, and seeing just how comfortable Harry is, pulls out rather than get him to move. He is met with Harry’s offended expression when his cock is free of Harry’s tight hole but he shushes him and gets up to kneel between his spread legs, a much easier position to thrust into and he can see from his position just how Harry’s face melts into one of pleasure when Louis presses back inside him.
He never speeds up, just slowly rocks his cock in and out until Harry is gasping and pushing back against him. “How do you feel love? How’s your chest?” Louis says without slowing or stopping his thrusts, holding Harry’s hips down with a hand at the small of his back. The man could absolutely break free from the hold but he submits and relaxes back into the bed. “Its achy, but no shortness of breath. I feel good, but I would feel even better if you fucked me harder,” Harry replies cheekily. Louis growls at that, not wanting Harry to be in any sort of pain; instead pushing him to pleasure.
His thrusting picks up speed, hips slapping against Harry’s ass and he goes to bury his face in the pillow to quieten his moans but Louis won’t allow it, grabbing a handful of hair at the base of his skull and holding it back, moans loudly slipping from his lax mouth. Harry’s panting and groans echo off the walls of the room as Louis presses his cock in against his prostate, his own teeth grit as he hold’s Harry’s hip to the bed, luxuriating in the blissful feeling of Harry clenching around his cock. “‘M close,” Louis groans and Harry whimpers as his thrusts get sloppy, clenching tight as Louis finally still and comes deep inside of him.
“Fuck, H. You always feel so good,” Louis moans as he slips free of his hole and traces his thumb around the clenching hole, collecting any come that escapes and pressing it back inside of him. Harry begins to thrust down into the pillow, trying to get off with the friction of the material against his cock but Louis stills him with strong hands on his waist and flips him onto his back so that take over. Louis grasps his cock, leaning up over Harry’s face to kiss him and swallow his moans as he strokes him, thumbing around the head of his cock with every slide up his length, and it doesn’t take more than a dozen strokes before Harry is coming up over his butterfly tattoo with a breathless whine.
Louis sits back and watches as Harry pants, trying to get his breath back after the intense orgasm, but he’s beginning to wheeze again, his lungs still struggling after the drama of last night. Grabbing his inhaler off the bedside table, Louis passes it to Harry who blushes as he gives himself the prescribed puffs, darting his eyes away embarrassed at his need for the medication right after sex like some dorky virgin. “You’re so cute love, don’t feel embarrassed,” Louis says with a soft smile and a soft kiss to Harry’s pursed lips as he holds his breath, getting up off the bed to walk naked to the ensuite to wash up quickly and to bring back a wet cloth for Harry.
“Ugh, I hate that you can read my mind sometimes,” Harry says as he lets his breath out, accepting the cloth and wiping his own mess up, as well as the mess that is leaking from his ass. Louis smiles and accepts the cloth back, throwing it in the general direction of their dirty laundry basket, and ignoring Harry’s scoff when it misses. He’ll pick it up later. Instead he crawls back into the bed, curling around the stretching Harry, cuddling him like an oversized teddy bear.
“You okay? I must have really scared you last night if you were like that in the kitchen,” Harry says after a short silence as they lay in the afterglow. Louis sighs and rubs at his eye, not wanting to talk about it but he needs to let Harry know just how scared he was at the stunt he pulled last night. “You knew you were struggling before the first time you sung Kiwi last night, why did you try doing it three times?” Louis finally asks, sad eyes looking into worried green ones when Harry has twisted in his hold, facing him as they lay together wrapped around each other.
“It was the last show, I wanted to treat them,” Harry whispers, staring down at where his hand is splayed across Louis’ chest rather than where Louis’ is staring at him disappointed. “I know love, but you really pushed yourself too hard. You really could have died last night if I didn’t wake up and hear you wheezing, you know that right?” Louis says softly as he runs his thumb over Harry’s cheekbone. He shudders at the thought, tears already brimming in his eyes. He tries to blink them away, his head already hurting from the meltdown he had before and these new thoughts that are racing through his head. He can’t even imagine a world without Harry, his light and positivity missing and making his already dark reality even more dim.
Harry helped him through the last few years more than he even knows, after the death of his mother, not having the boys there with him all the time, he found himself slipping into a depression – Harry endless positivity and strength helping drag them both through it. It was a dark time once the band ended, but together they made it through. And last night was a way of showing Louis just how important to Harry that he was. He was his life partner, knew everything about him, from his blood type all the way to his favourite desert when he was sad.
Harry buried his face in Louis’ chest, tucking his head under his chin and wrapping his arms around his waist. “You haven’t lost me. I’m still right here, so there’s no use dwelling on ‘could have been’s,” Harry says, pressing his lips against the 78 tattoo above Louis’ heart. Louis hugs him back even tighter, the escaped tears leaving tracks down the sides of his face as he squeezes his eyes shut. “You are, my love. I’m sorry. You just scared the shit out of me. I need you to promise not to do it again. You’re with me until the end of our lives, you promised me the day I put that ring on that finger. In Sickness and in Health, until death do us part, remember?” and Louis can feel Harry begin to tear up, his chest becoming wet with sorrowful tears.
He pulls Harry up so that they’re sharing a pillow, staring into each other’s red rimmed eyes, and Louis kisses him, their lips perfectly meeting in the middle. They kiss softly all afternoon, softly speaking about nothing and everything until they eventually doze off in the afternoon sun, curled up together with barely any room between them. They are two souls meshed together, destined to have met and stay together until the end of time.
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