Harry Styles Mini Me

Ch.4: How Can I help, darling?

I wrapped my arm around my stomach after several rounds of tossing and turning, pressing down hoping the pressure will lessen the pain in my stomach. I whimper when my fingertips digging into my stomach only makes it worse and curl up even more, my back to Harry. My eyes sting with tears when I feel him lift his head and rubbing my shoulder asking if I'm alright. 

I sniffle defeatedly. "I'm sorry.. I tried to be quiet but my t-tummy.." 

He turns the light on in a flash and shushes me, pulling me into him as he sits up and kisses my hair. He pulls me to his chest, letting me curl up, wrapping his long legs around me whispering, "Sh, okay, okay, you know getting worked up will only make it worse, love." I whimper yet again and lay my head back against his broad shoulder; I know he's right but my anxiety and emetephobia have other ideas of torture.

 "It's okay, love. How can I help?" I shake my head, pressing the back of my hand to my mouth. There's nothing he can do all we can is wait for me to vomit. He understands and asks, "Do we need to go to the bathroom?" I just sob, too scared to do anything. He nods. My anxiety is only escalating and he knows before long we'll both be covered in sick if I don't move. He gingerly picks me up and sets me close to the tub. I enjoy the feel of the cold porcelain on my cheek, laying my head there and Harry doesn't fight me to get to the toilet.  He's told me from past emetephobic episodes, It doesn't matter where the puke gets as long as I feel better and it's somewhat cleanable. I sniff sharply through my nose and Hazza wipes the tears from my face before I involuntarily let out a sick burp. He positions me over the tub and shushes me a hand on my back, checking that I keep breathing while he whispers sweet nothings into my ear as wave after wave of sick violently comes up my throat. 

Finally I can breathe and I seethe angry at myself, "Fuck!" I growl angrily laying back, snuggling back into Harry's hold. "I know baby, I'm so sorry.. hopefully it's over now." He slowly gets up to get me water and I let him despite feeling clingy to the max. Unfortunately ten minutes later, I feel the familiar tightening in my throat and I need Harry. I cannot do it alone. He notices I'm getting squirmy again and sits me in his lap seconds before round two. In between sessions of throwing up, Harry runs his fingers under my shirt, slowly finding the sections of my stomach that hurt me the most and generously rubbing circles into them. He's slow, careful, intently waiting to see if I'll say 'ow' or tell him to stop but I let him until I lay back in his lap, letting myself close my eyes. It takes me a second before I can tell him, "Done..." He nods, kissing my forehead before turning on the faucet to clean the tub. I just rest, enjoying my husband's closeness, his body firm against mine, his body heat warming me up quickly. 

"I'm scared to go back to bed Haz..." I tell him as he lays me down in the middle of our bed and pops out to retrieve a sick bucket and towels. He knows I'm not getting up again. "It's okay, lovey. You know I won't let anything hurt you. Just try to rest, I'll be here." He puts his hands in the small of his back, watching me lay in bed like he's trying to decide what to do next to help me. "Until you have to go to the studio at eight..." I mutter, snuggling into his pillow, looking over at the clock. Seeing the red numbers showing me it was 2:34 in the morning made me so angry. I didn't want Harry to be away from me, just here snuggling close. But he is a hard worker and him and Jeff and Mitch made an agreement to do some overtime in order to be home longer once the baby was here. 

Harry squats down by my head and coming close, inches from my face whispering tenderly, "You're crazy if you think I'm going anywhere in the morning." I huff and Haz looks afraid for a moment before he realize all I did was sigh. "You gotta go, Haz, I'll be fine." He scrunches his eyebrows, giving me a non convinced look. I smile, the look he's giving me makes me want to giggle. He wants his way but all we have to do is wait to see what my body will do. "Would it make you feel better if I went with you to the studio tomorrow so you can watch over me? We can even get some breakfast or smoothies, whatever." He runs his hand through his hair putting on his thinking face. I smile at him and it gets him to crack the tiniest smile, a blush runs over my cheeks when I peek at his bunny teeth. "You're already feeling better, I can tell. I'd feel much better being able to be around ya, yah, but it all depends on you." I nod and reach my arms toward him, making grabby hands. "Yay, now come cuddle! I'll even let you be little spoon!" Harry chuckles as he grabs our comforter from the floor where it was tossed when I was sick and wraps it around us. "Alright love, that sounds great."