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Eden had woken up, feeling nauseous, and she’d tried to fight it off as best as she could. She didn’t think anything of it, really, figuring that maybe she’d simply fallen asleep too late the night before or she’d eaten something that was upsetting her stomach, but the nausea had risen until she couldn’t take it anymore and she’d pried herself out of Harry’s arms to go to the bathroom. While the last thing she wanted was to be out of her boyfriend’s arms so early in the morning, usually preferring getting every moment of contact that she could with him because of his busy lifestyle, she didn’t have much of a choice, and she’d emptied her stomach the moment she was over the toilet. She still felt off, even after her stomach was emptied and after she’d wiped her mouth and brushed her teeth to get rid of the taste, but she chalked it up to a bug and made her way back into the bedroom to climb back in bed, doing her best not to disturb Harry.

Louis had gotten home late the night before, having been busy preparing for the release of his album, but with the album wrapping up, he was looking forward to spending every single moment that he possibly could with the love of his life, Maura. He’d slept peacefully with her in his arms and he was looking forward to waking up to her and finally being able to spend more than five minutes with her each day, always finding his days growing duller the less time he got to be around her. She was his muse, his reason for existing, and in so many ways, she made him the best version of himself, and he wanted to make her proud with how hard he had worked on the album, but he also just wanted to spend every moment with her that he could manage to get. She was his home, his shelter, the person he could turn to on his worst days, and he couldn’t thank her enough for that, because she was the most amazing woman he could ever ask for, and now that things might start calming down for a little while, he was hoping to show her how much she meant to him, no matter what it took.

Harry's slumber was disturbed when he felt Eden climb back into his embrace, but he was certain that she was the best wake up call he could ever experience, and smiling a dimpled grin with the thought, Harry wrapped an arm around Eden, shifting to press a kiss to the side of her neck. "Good morning, love." He murmured, voice heavy with sleep and muffled against the warmth of her skin. "How'd you sleep?" And shifting just that little closer to his chest was pressed to Eden's back, Harry allowed his green eyes to close and the scent of her perfume to surround him in the most incredible of ways. He'd missed this - missed her - more than he could ever express, but having a few days to collect himself and spend time with her was the best he could do, for now at least. Pressing a kiss to her neck again, Harry felt his stomach rumble with hunger and he pulled a joking face. "Should we go out for breakfast? My treat." Harry offered, still tired but eager to spend as many of his waking moments beside Eden.

Maura woke with Louis' arms wrapped around her, his face buried into her shoulder, and she exhaled with happiness, shifting to snuggle further into the embrace of the man she loved. It was rare, waking up with Louis at her side. He'd been so busy preparing for his debut album's release that the pair hadn't had any time to themselves - but moments like these, where the air was still around two silent lovers, made it all so worth it. "Lou," Maura whispered. "You're squashing me, love." Not that she minded entirely, but the past week had seen Maura suffering with sickness, and she was certain she was still recovering because the smell of Louis' aftershave made her feel sick. As the stubborn man beside her failed to rouse with her voice, Maura shifted to sit up, untying herself from Louis' embrace, trying to steady the room around her as a fresh wave of dizziness hit.

Eden shuddered slightly when she felt Harry kiss her neck, but she relaxed in his hold, always finding herself comforted by his presence, especially when he was home after being gone for so long. “Morning, Harry,” she murmured quietly, shifting closer to bury her face against him, enjoying the contact, and she chewed on her lip with the thought. “I slept wonderfully with you being home.” And, that much was true - she always slept best when he was there. The only issue today had been that she’d woken up sick, though she’d done her best not to be obvious about it. Her fingers curled into his shirt, just relishing in having him there, though she could feel her stomach flip with his offer. “Um, we can go out…” She made a face, though, and lifted her gaze to look at him. “I’m not really hungry, though… I’m sorry.”

Louis hummed when he heard Maura’s voice, the sound causing him to stir, and he loosened his hold a bit but buried his face against her hair. “Sorry, love,” he murmured quietly, though his voice was completely genuine - the last thing he wanted was to hurt her in any way, he never wanted to cause her any form of harm. “I’ve just missed you, never wanna let you go.” He hated the thought of parting from her, and he hated the moments where he was away from her, especially when it lasted for weeks or months - all he wanted was to be near her, to have her in his arms, to show her that she was the most important person in his life, that he loved her more than anything. When he felt her pull away, his eyes opened as he watched her, though his brows furrowed slightly with concern as he sat up, reaching out to rub her back. “Are you okay, love? You don’t look so good…”

Harry's brows furrowed with confusion as he instinctively tuned in to how Eden was feeling, and with a concerned hum, Harry gently pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. "Are you feeling okay, sweetheart?" He asked gently. "How about I make you some tea instead?" Harry ran his fingers through Eden's hair then, being careful to not be too heavy handed. "If you need me to, I can call the Doctor as well. I hate seeing you like this..." Harry buried his face into her hair then, his words sincere - he hated it whenever Eden was ill, he was powerless to fight against something invisible that dared hurt the woman he loved. Exhaling, Harry took a long moment to just enjoy being close with Eden, because having her within his arms helped Harry feel grounded and happy. She'd always had that power over him, and Harry didn't mind one bit. Shifting out of Eden's embrace with hesitation, Harry leaned to press a kiss to Eden's forehead, cheek, and then lips. "Wait here..." And tucking the blanket around Eden's petite structure, Harry smiled down at the beauty, before heading out of the bedroom they shared to put the kettle on.

Maura pouted slightly as she tried to will the bedroom around her to stop spinning erratically, and as Louis rubbed her back, Maura whimpered, just the slightest touch causing her skin to flush uncomfortably. It was just typical, really, that the moment she gets some time to spend with Louis, she would get sick. Peeling the blanket away from herself to cool herself down, Maura exhaled heavily, pushing her hair from her face. "Yeah, I don't feel so good, either..." Maura murmured. "I'm sorry Lou, you having time off was meant to be special." Maura's voice broke then, because although Louis had a lot of free time now, it had to start off on such a negative note. Tying her hair up quickly to get it from her face, Maura shifted to Louis, resting her cheek upon his shoulder, closing her eyes as the room began to spin once more. "Oh my god, your aftershave..." Maura stood up then, trying to keep her balance.

Eden offered a small nod when Harry offered tea. “Yeah, tea would be great,” she murmured quietly, unsure of how to answer his first question of whether she was feeling okay or not. She felt dizzy, nauseous, but she didn’t feel like something was inherently wrong, she just didn’t feel well. She hoped it was just a cold or a 24-hour bug. “Do you think a Doctor is necessary?” She wasn’t sure, but she also didn’t want to worry Harry by not dealing with a doctor, especially if it would ease his concerns. Still, for the few moments she was closer to Harry, she let herself relax - or tried to. It wasn’t really easy to do when she didn’t feel well, but she just wanted to be near the man she loved, to be able to enjoy his presence. She gave a quiet whine in protest when Harry shifted away, though a quiet giggle escaped her lips with the kisses, and she watched him as he left, chewing on her lip anxiously before she curled further into the blanket, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.

Louis shook his head slightly. “It’s nothing to apologize for, love,” he told her quietly, though his concern grew as he watched her, hating that she looked to be so miserable, and he wasn’t sure there was anything he could do to help. When her voice broke, it caused his heart to break in response, and he shifted, pulling her close to rub her back gently. “Should we go to see a doctor?” he suggested quietly, concerned for her, hating when she was sick, because he always felt powerless, but he always did his best to help her through it, to make sure she got any medicine she needed, and to make sure she got all the help that was needed - he tried to go above and beyond with it all, because that was what she deserved, and so much more. When Maura stood, though, he blinked with concern. “Maura?” he asked, noticing how unsteady she was, and he quickly stood, making his way to her side of the bed to hold her up gently. “Love, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He frowned, trying to get her to sit down, worried about her falling in the state she was in.

Harry was certain that the kettle took longer than usual to boil, but he knew it was a part of his own worry for Eden. She had always been healthy, it was so unusual to see her unwell. Picking up Eden's cup, Harry stirred in a tea-spoon of sugar before treading carefully down the hallway, not wanting to spill anything. "I do think a Doctor is necessary, yes." Harry smiled softly as he placed Eden's cup of tea on the bedside table. "I know that you would prefer not to see any medical professional, but I'd like the extra reassurance that you're okay." Harry sat at the edge of the bed then, tucking Eden further into the comfort and warmth of their blanket, leaning to press a kiss to her clammy forehead. "Just to be safe." Harry stood up then. "So you enjoy that," he nodded to the cup of tea. "And I'll get Doctor Evans here to give you the once over." Harry smiled softly. "Until then, would you like some toast?"

Maura closed her eyes to steady herself as she felt Louis help her to sit on the edge of the mattress, and taking a deep breath to try and keep her nausea at bay, Maura tensed with the suggestion of a Doctor. "I'd rather not, darling... you know how I feel about them." Maura opened her eyes then, peering up at Louis with doe eyes, a few tears escaping down her cheeks. "Lou, I - I just feel so ill." She sniffled, her palms clammy and forehead hot, stomach churning in a way that Maura had never felt before, but friends had - she was experiencing every sign of pregnancy, even with Louis' bloody cologne making her feel as though she wanted to throttle the sweet man. Falling silent with the thought, Maura shifted so she could sit beneath the inviting warmth of the blanket. "Louis..." She whispered. "If it makes you feel better, I'll see a Doctor."

Eden listened quietly to Harry as she took the cup, though she couldn’t help but pout. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” she murmured, though she knew it wouldn’t convince him at all. She knew Harry better than she knew the back of her own hand, she knew how stubborn he could be. Eventually, she sipped on the tea, smiling when he’d kissed her forehead, swearing that it brought her the greatest sense of relief and safety. Still, she made a face with the mention of the doctor but nodded regardless. “Maybe just some toast with grape jam on it?” Her gaze lifted to him, though she mostly hoped she could stomach it.

Louis could feel his heart aching as he listened to the love of his life complaining about feeling ill. The last thing he wanted was for her to be sick, he knew how cruel the world could be, and the last thing he wanted was for this to be something serious and for him to lose her. “I know, love,” he whispered, reaching to run his fingers through her hair, wishing he could take away how sick she felt, and how fearful she was. When she finally agreed to the notion of seeing a doctor, he nodded slightly, relieved to hear it. “Alright. How about I go call someone over, then?” Leaning down, he pressed a loving kiss to her forehead and offered a weak smile. “Do you need me to get you anything in the meantime, love?”

Harry smiled with adoration at the sight of Eden's pout - although his worry still pulled at his heart-strings, because even though she tried to convince him not to worry, he still would. "I love you." Harry promised. "I'll go and get your toast, okay? You stay here, be comfortable." Harry encouraged, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before leaving the bedroom. "Grape jam." Harry reminded himself, going downstairs as he fished his phone from his pocket and dialling the number for the local Doctor's office, speaking to the appointments clerk as he pushed two pieces of bread into the toaster, nodding to himself with confirmation. "Of course, now would actually be a great time - it would certainly curb my anxiety."

Maura smiled softly when Louis pressed a kiss to her forehead, and carefully, she gripped to his t-shirt, nuzzling into his neck. "Just don't take too long, okay?" Maura murmured, pulling away again when his aftershave became too much for her. "And for goodness sake, change your t-shirt!" She scolded gently, playfully - because damn it, she had been the one to buy that aftershave for him... Shifting to get comfortable, Maura brought her knees to her chest and turned her head towards the window, looking upon the beautiful countryside. "Lou! Some orange juice as well, please!"