Louis' POV:

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. I groan and turn over to see who would be calling me so early in the morning. I take my phone from my bedside table and see a picture of Liam flashing on the screen. Of course it's Liam, who else would be awake at such an ungodly hour.

"Liammmmmm, what do you want? I'm trying to get some sleep." I say picking up the phone.

"Mate what are still doing in bed, we've got to get to the studio in 20 minutes" he says.

"What are you talking about, we have a day off today" I say annoyed that Liam is clearly shitting with me.

"Louis, the schedule changed. Remember? We have to go to the studios on Wednesdays now, not Fridays" he says. Shit. I completely forgot about the schedule change. Harry and I have to get to the studio within the next 20 minutes or we're seriously screwed. Management's never going to let us hear the end of it.

"Right yeah, forgot. We'll be there. See ya in a bit!" I say quickly hanging up the phone and running to the bathroom.

I come out of the bathroom and see Harry still asleep. I walk over to the bed, ready to shake him awake when I notice the pained expression on his face. It takes me a second to remember what happened last night. He really wasn't feeling well last night and he clearly isn't doing much better now. Is he going to be able to record today? Management will never let us out of a recording, no matter how ill Harry is.

I gently run my fingers through his hair, trying to wake him up. He still feels really warm, I hate management for making us go into work today.

"Harry? Love, wake up" I say. He stirs a bit in response and his eyes flutter open. Harry's pale and has bags under his eyes.

"Louis?" he says. I can hear the congestion in his voice.

"Morning, love. Feeling any better?" I ask, praying that he is. He just lets out a labored breath and shakes his head. I feel so bad for him but I know we have to get to the studio.

"Aww, Haz. I know you're not feeling too well but we have to get to the studio. I really don't think management is going to let us out of this one" I say rubbing Harry's back hoping to give him at least a little comfort.

He nods and begins to stand up but as soon as he stands up, he starts to sway. I put my arm around his waist and help him sit back down without falling. That's the last straw. Harry is in no shape to go into the studio today and management is just going to have to deal with that.

Harry lies back down and I head over to my side of the bed to grab my phone. I pick my phone up off my bedside table and call management.

"Hello Mr. Tomlinson, what can I do for you today?" asks Terry one of the receptionists at Modest.

"Harry's not feeling well. I don't think we'll be able to come in to the studio today" I say.

"I'm afraid that's not possible Mr. Tomlinson. Today's recording session is mandatory." she says. I roll my eyes, annoyed. I hang up and walk back over to Harry.

"Those shitheads at management won't let us out of recording today. I'm sorry Haz, I know this isn't going to be an especially fun day for you".

"Really don't wanna go, Lou" he says squeezing his eyes shut.

"I know, love but we don't have a choice" I state and he groans in response.

I help him stand up and walk over to the bathroom where he weakly brushes his teeth.

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