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Thanks to my friend Tanja for drawing these wonderful pictures for my fic. They are absolutely stunning. ♥
The rain was drumming against the roof and the windows while the wind made a scary, whistling sound. It seemed that the sound was coming from far away as Louis tried to open his eyes, slowly, while he was trying to reach out for his mobile. The night was pitch black so he could barely see something in the dark. When Louis finally managed to get it, the screen showed 2:43 am what made him sigh silently. He tried to put the mobile back on his bedside table. While putting it back, Louis was too tired to recognize that the mobile fell onto the fluffy carpet without a sound. He turned around again, curled to the left and snuggled under the thick covers. His breathing slowed down before he fell asleep again while the weather calmed down, just like him.
When Louis woke up for the second time that morning he noticed a vague sound. It was dif-ficult to assign what it was or where it came from exactly because he didn’t feel well at all. The boy just closed his eyes again because his head was aching terribly, just like his throat.
“Louis?” a voice called from the corridor. His mum. She knocked on his door and opened it with a tiny squeak. He heard her walking toward the bed but didn’t move. “Good morning Louis, why are you still here?” she asked him with a soft voice while she was sitting down next to him. Louis hear her words but couldn’t get them into his mind for quite a long time because of his bad condition so he stayed silent and didn’t answer. Jay put her hand onto Louis’ forehead. “Don’t you feel well darling? Seems that you have a temperature. You're too hot,” she noticed worried and caressed her son’s hair carefully.
“I couldn’t sleep well last night,” Louis whispered. He just wasn’t able to speak properly be-cause even his throat hurt. “What time is it?”
“It’s late honey, almost nine but . . . you don’t sound good at all. I will call the school that you won’t go there today,” Jay said and got up off the bed slowly.
“Thank you,” Louis nearly whispered because his throat hurt so much. He coughed a few times and reached out for his mobile phone that wasn't in its place anymore, but on the floor. “I think my alarm didn’t go off,” he remarked and cleared his throat.
“Well, that’s not important right now,” Jay replied. “I’ll give you some medicine and tea with honey for your throat.”
“Thank you mum, you’re the best,” Louis croaked. “I love you.” She looked at him fondly, smiled and walked away while Louis was snuggling back under his covers, trying to ignore his shivering body. It wasn’t a good start, not at all.