For thesecondwarm who asked for some Lilo cuddling fluff. This is probably weird since we've never spoken, but I hope you like it anyway.
Liam quietly opens the hotel room door, careful to only let in a sliver of light as he slips in, waving goodnight to Zayn as he closes the door with a soft click. He breathes a little sigh of relief to find there’s some light from the tv, which Louis must have fallen asleep watching; trying to cross the room with no light would have been a death defying feat being Louis’s room and all. He picks his way easily around the mess strewn between the door and the bed.
His heart clenches at the sight of Louis curled up in the middle of the bed. Left on his own, Louis usually starfishes across the bed, but he must really be feeling awful if he’s curled up instead.
Reaching out, Liam gently presses the back of his hand to Louis’s forehead and frowns at the hot, sweaty skin he finds. Now that he’s this close he can see Louis is shivering a little too. Louis doesn’t get sick that often, but when he does it’s usually something that kicks his arse and Liam hates every second of it.
Liam takes a second to get undressed down to his boxers and then pads into the bathroom where he grabs a flannel and wets it with cool water. When he crawls onto the bed he’s careful not to jostle Louis around too much as he settles in front of him. He gently brushes the cool flannel over Louis’s fever flushed skin, but pauses when Louis lets out a soft, sleepy whine and shifts like he might wake up. When he doesn’t, Liam continues his task for a little while longer, hoping to bring his boyfriend at least some relief.
He continues to use the flannel on any part of Louis he can reach until sleep starts to tug as his mind. Tossing the flannel on the nightstand, Liam carefully climbs under the blankets and draws Louis into his arms.
“Whasit?” Louis mumbles, his eyelids flickering like they might open.
“Shhh, babe, go back to sleep,” Liam murmurs, rubbing his palm up and down Louis’s back.
