Yellow.

twenty.

a very light chapter for what's to come.
art by hedyk95 xx.

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Harry is late. He is never late, and this causes him a little panic attack before heading for his library session.

This morning he woke up with a massive headache, with the pain throbbing through the base of his skull, and causing him so much discomfort. Everything felt painful, and to blink almost caused him tears. For a moment he paused, thinking he probably needed more hours of sleep but as the pain shot down his spine, he knew it was more than sleep. A dulling feeling engulfed him, and his tongue was too heavy to allow any words roll off.

Anne noticed as he clung onto her, after spending the night with them. The temperature of his body was above the normal level, and his breathing was a bit haggard, causing him to sound like he has a blocked nose. Robin suggested using his inhaler, but it did not give much changes.

It was a struggle for him to explain himself because normally, he already finds it hard to express discomfort in detail, and now he has little energy in his body to do enough speaking. A concerned Myra felt the need to avoid going to school and spend time with her possibly ailing father, but with the encouragement and support from her grandparents she managed to just cuddle a bit with him and head off to school with Uncle Niall.

Harry still managed to nibble on some toast with cream chesse and insisted on going for his classes, even when Robin and Anne gave a million reasons why he needed to rest himself, in case he is coming down with a fever. He did not listen to them, and Anne dropped him off at university in the early afternoon.

Now, he is approximately fifteen minutes and thirty five seconds late for the book club meeting, and he knows everyone would be settled down, and that means he would have to walk through the glances of people he barely knows. Just the thoughts is causing him to have more headaches, and he does not know how to avoid it. Maybe texting Iman for help would be nice, but he does not want to disengage her from other people.

"Hello Handsome, are you okay today?" Jill asks, giving him a warm smile and opening the door for him.

He slowly walks inside the building and immediately stands behind her, gripping onto the strap of his backpack and biting down his lip. Jill frowns in concern, and turns to face him. From the dullness of his eyes, and flushness of his face, she knows all is not well, and she might not want to upset him.

Harry lightly taps her shoulder, smiles a bit and gently waves, realising he has not responded to her greetings.

"You look so sleepy and tired, are you okay love?" she asks, attempting to push back a bit of his hair, but immediately recoiling as he releases a loud groan of discomfort.

"Right! I should not have done that! Right, very sorry," Jill immediately states, widening her eyes and hoping he is not irritated.

A sigh escapes Harry, and he frowns, instantly regretting his reaction but he cannot exactly help himself today. He is extra sensitive and not really everyone can come that close to him. He furrows his eyebrows, and slowly starts humming to himself before deciding to walk to the booked room for the book club meeting.

Today, Liam Payne is headlining a reading session, yet again, and everyone is looking for a way to avoid it. Not because of Liam as a person, but because of Liam as a reader. Every time Liam decides to headline a reading session, it morphs into a discussion of something else, and he ends up in an argument with an impatient Louis.

"Don't waste our time, please," Iman clarifies, directing her words at Liam and sighing out of boredom.

"Those days are over, it will just be an open session for anyone to contribute," he chuckles, observing that she has been all by herself and a bit bored.