; adjective; having a small and attractively dainty build.

"But Zayn," he whines, "I'm sick. My tummy hurts sososo bad and my throat hurts and I need a cuddle."

"Look, kid," Louis pouts, "I'm hanging with my boyfriend- Liam, stop it. I'm on the phone. Just take your medicine and cuddle with your David Beckham body pillow until I get back."

Zayn's hanging up before Louis can protest and it sucks because he would take his medicine, but it's all the way in the living room (After waking up to find his nose stuffed once again, he got out of bed to grab his tv remote from the living room and climbed back in bed. He hasn't left his room since) and Louis' bed feels so comfy at the moment. Even if he did get out of bed, he'd probably pass out in the hallway and die and they'd have to find his dead body.

But there's pain bouncing around Louis' tummy and his throat is on fire and he has no one to cuddle.

Rolling over gracelessly, he finds himself faced with the beady eyes of Cooper, his pig stuffy. Louis can see it in his eyes, the way he's judging him. "Don't you dare say anything, Cooper Madison, or else I will put you in the box."

"I'm not being unreasonably whiny! I'm on the brink of death, I deserve some whining time."

Cooper sends him a condescending look. He's so judgmental, but he's so soft and pink.

"I don't wanna cuddle with David today. I wanna be cuddled and taken care of," he whines and turns his back to Cooper.

Louis really needs to get up though. Not for the sake of his health, but for the sake of others. Floyd needs to be fed, her scales are looking a little pale. What if she has scale cancer? Will her scales begin to fall off? She's only a year old. She hasn't even had a chance to meet a nice boy lizard. Or girl lizard. What if Floyd likes girls? Her and Louis chat about men frequently, their conversations consist of Louis talking and her listening. What if the reason for her lack of response is because she doesn't like men? Oh my god. Louis has been basically forcing her to talk about guys. She probably feels so uncomfortable-

Louis' phone buzzes beside his head and he groans as he picks it up. He seems to be doing that a lot today.

: Hey Lou, I was just checking to see how your stuffed animals were doing. Did any of them malfunction or break? And how're you doing? Enjoying the healthy life?

Louis swears he can hear Cooper behind him whispering, "Go for it, go for it, goforitgorfotitgoforit." Him and Harry had been texting back and forth for the past three weeks, bantering and teasing each other lightly. The conversations were nothing too deep. Louis hadn't mentioned his extreme fear of death, ants, and anything grape flavored. Harry hadn't revealed his sexuality. Things were smooth.

Louis : actually one of my stuffies BROKE!!!!! i went to push the button so we could sing together and it didn't work!!!

It's only a little fib. A little, tiny, minuscule white lie. If things went the way Louis planned them to go, he'd invite Harry over then force him to become his in-home nurse. Just until he's better (He doesn't secretly plan to infect Harry so he can't go home and is forced to stay with him. Pssh. No.)

Harry !!!!!! : Oh no! That's awful, Love. Would you like me to come by and see if I can fix it?

Louis : yes yes yes!!! thank you harry!

Louis sends a bunch of random emojis to express to his gratitude to Harry. The taller lad was just so sweet!

Harry !!!!!! : What's your address, Lou?

Once Lou (He admittedly giggles when he reads the nickname) sends Harry his address and tells him about the extra key inside the fake rock that's laying in the flower pot outside his apartment door, he rolls onto his stomach and buries his face into his pillow to hide his burning cheeks. The pillow also muffles the light giggles that escape his mouth It wasn't like there was anyone around to hear them anyway. Not yet.

He occupies himself by playing with his stuffies for awhile, the thought of Harry coming over leaving his mind as Cooper asked Willow, one of Louis' giraffes, if she wanted another cough sucker. Being limited to only bed activities (Louis thinks that sounds dirty), he made the best of what he had and wore himself out. Within 30 minutes, he was sound asleep, sucking gently on his thumb.

Harry was late. He was supposed to be at Louis' house an hour ago but they were short-staffed at the pharmacy and he had to wait until Samantha got there to take his place (even though he said it was a family emergency). However, he did pick up vanilla cupcakes with delicious pink buttercream icing (Louis seemed like a pink icing kind of guy) to express his regret.

The plastic rock opens to reveal a little gold key sitting inside. It was such a Louis type of place to hide a key. It makes him smile despite his hidden anger at Samantha.

He navigates his way through the flat, picking up the stray bags of groceries from off the couch and setting them in the kitchen (curse his overbearing, inner cleanliness), "Lou?"

It strangely reminds him of the beginning plot in horror movies, when the victim thinks it's okay to venture father into the suspiciously silent house. Yeah, Harry'd be the first one to die. But to ensure that he will make it to the end of this movie (hopefully with Louis wrapped in his arms), he begins to hum. Because humming scares off evil spirits and notifies any robbers that might be here that hey, you're not the only bad ass mother fucker here.

And like the bad ass mother fucker he is, Harry begins to hum La Vie En Rose as he courageously and cautiously opens the wooden doors lined down the hall.

"When you kiss me, heaven sighs," he sings softly, opening the first bedroom door.

He contemplates the idea of it being Louis' bedroom, imagining Louis getting tired of waiting for him and just leaving without telling Harry about his departure. There's a few reasons he shuts that idea down quick, though. First of all, the room he's faced with is too... Sophisticated and not Louis enough to be Louis'. Harry imagines his room to be pink and bright, smelling of vanilla, not smoke, and looking like a stuffed animal toy store.

Plus, Louis' too nice to just leave without telling Harry. The boy had to buy four of the same plush toys, just in different colors, because he didn't want them to be sad.

Absolutely adorable.

The next door that he opens is the bathroom door. He pulls the colorful shower curtain back to make sure Louis didn't fall asleep while taking a bubble bath (He secretly hoped the innocent boy was still taking a bath, milky collarbones peaking out from up the bubbly surface of the bath water. Oops).

And behind door number three is an image that leaves him speechless, his voice fading out at, "Give your heart and soul to me."

The room is a pretty pastel blue color, Polaroid pictures and multicolored shelves and baskets are hung on the wall. Thick, black curtains cover the window but they're decorated in cute beads and other novelties. In the middle of the room is a bed, a bed covered in a mountain of blankets and a sea of stuffies. And in the center of the bed, with his tiny head peaking out of a lavender colored blanket, his hair messy and nose pink, is Louis.