Harry Styles Sickfics

Isolated & panicked

Harry was home.

After months away in the US, he was finally back where he belonged, his home in London.

Unfortunately for him though, he had to go straight into isolation, due to the current UK laws. Harry was all alone, and that was something he always detested.

He was an outgoing people person. Everyone loved him. He had an abundance of friends all over the world.

He had been home for only an hour when he started to feel sad.

He got a veggie lasagne out of the freezer, putting it in the microwave, while he made a nice hot cup of coffee.

The microwave pinged and the put the lasagne on a plate, taking it to his spacious living room, sitting on one of his amazingly comfortable sofas.

He sighed as he ate his food. It was a homemade dish, prepared lovingly by his Mum, who his missed terribly while he was away.

He thought of her while he ate. She was a fantastic cook and always bought various meals over whenever she visited.

Harry felt sadder thinking about her.

He finished the food and took out his phone.

"Harry darling. How are you?" Anne said as Harry facetimed her.

He tried to look happy. He was happy to see her, he just felt sad that she wasn't in the same room as him.

"Hi Mum. I'm ok. Tired. The flight was delayed. Glad to be home though. How are you?"

They had only spoken the night before and nearly every day before that. He was definitely a Mummy's boy.

"Oh sweetie. You should try and sleep. Have you got enough groceries? I expect you've eaten all my meals?"

"Yes. Just had the last lasagne, it was lovely. I do need a few things. I'll do a Tesco delivery order in tomorrow."

They spoke for an hour before Harry's tiredness overcame him.

"I'll let you go. You get to bed my love. Speak tomorrow?" Anne said, noticing Harry's eyes drooping.

"Ok. I love you Mum. Goodnight."

"Goodnight darling."

Harry ended the call.

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Harry had a quick shower, he was all sweaty from his travelling, brushed his teeth and used the toilet. He went to his room. God, had he missed his bed? He pulled back the duvet and got in, pulling the covers up to his chin.

It was still a bit chilly, spring only just arriving, and he always felt the cold more than most people.

He took a last look at his phone, 9:06pm. He hadn't been to bed this early for a long long time.

He closed his eyes and hoped for a good nights sleep.

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Harry had been so used to only getting around 6 hours sleep a night while he was filming his movie in the US, that by 3am he was wide awake.

He lay in bed for a while, hoping that he would just go back into slumber, but alas, he didn't.

He ended up back in his living room on the sofa. He flicked through the telly, night time TV is shit though, so he found started watched the box set of Line of duty on BBC iplayer.

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Days went by.

Harry had been home a week, all alone, and it was driving him crazy.