This picture makes me sad. Look at the poor baby):
H A V E N
"Rachel I'm so glad you could come!" I hug her tightly.
"I wouldn't miss it babe." She replies reciprocating my hug.
"Haven, who's your friend?" Niall asks suddenly interested.
"Niall this is Rachel, Rach this is Harry's friend Niall." I introduce them.
"I'd love to taste some wedding cake with you Rachel." He smiles politely. Rachel giggles and blushes,
"I'd like that." She answers him and he wraps his arm around her waist guiding her off.
"Holy s.hit." She turns her head to mouth at me. I laugh quietly and grins giving her a thumbs up before making my why to the table full of samples. Picking up the Red Velvet slice I begin to take a bite.
"Boo!" I feel a grab on my hips causing me to squeal.
"Harry!" I slap his arm trying to catch my breath.
"Hi Kitten," He grins wrapping his arms around me and pulling me back into him so his chin is on my shoulder.
"Hi Harry Bear." I giggle knowing he hates that nickname.
"Who gave you the right?" He groans shaking his head.
"What samples have you tried?" I ask curiously.
"Pretty much everything chocolate."
"Harry, babe that's not good for you." I frown placing my hands over his on my stomach.
"I'll be fine." He reassures.
***
And he wasn't. The poor baby was curled up on the bathroom floor all night puking his guts out, amd luckily he got to the toilet or I would've had a bigger mess to clean. I wrapped him up in a fleece comforter over his bare and sweaty body.
"W-why did I eat s-so much?" He whines before scrambling back to the lifted up toilet seat and empties more of his stomach. After that he usually crawls up in my lap while I stroke his head trying to soothe him.
"Baby, I'm worried about you. " I say quietly and he hums in response.
"I'll be fine."
Well that sounds familiar.
"I think we should make a trip to the doctors tomorrow, not only are you throwing up but you have a fever, and a cold." I try to convince him. The stubborn b.astard replies with,
"I'll be fine."
Little did he know I already made an appointment with my doctor I go to. I gave him some medicene and he was knocked out cold. At least he wasn't vomitting and could get some sleep. But before I got my hopes up it was gone he threw up, again, and again. It was 6 episodes in 10 hours. H.ell yeah I was worried.
"Okay let's get you in some sweatpants," I mumble pulling the loose fitting grey sweatpants up his long legs. He raises his arms weakly so I can slip on the plain black teeshirt.
"You okay, are you going to be sick again?" I ask before getting in the car. He shrugs and I sit the small waste bin in between him and the seat.
"Try to make it to the trash okay baby?" I remind softly. He nods and intertwines our fingers together,
"Through sickness and in health." He murmurs and gives a small smile.
"Through sickness and in health." I repeat and press a soft kiss to his temple before pulling out of the drive.
***
After being told Harry's weight, height, and temperature which was 102.2, we head back to the patient room.
"I feel like I'm going to be sick again." He nudges me holding his stomach.
"F.uck," I quickly grab the trashcan in the corner and hand it to him. Almost immediately he vomits into the can while I rub his back repeating some encouraging words.
"Well looks like he's sick." Dr. Fraisthorpe comes in smiling. Yeah my doctor is hot and has tried to get me with him, but he was just... weird.
You sick f.uck that's my fiancé.
"I can see that doctor, I just want to know exactly what he has because I think its the flu." I reply sarcastically to him.
"Yeah it is." He says shortly.
"Are you going to give us a prescription for pills or something?" I'm p.issed. Harry's frail hand rests on my shoulder trying to calm me down.
"Yeah I suppose so." He writes something down on his notepad and tears it off.
Prescription for Harry E. Styles:
TAKE ONCE A DAY..
Blah, blah, blah get with it doctor.
I flip over the prescription to see writing on the back,
Call me if he continues feeling bad (;
xxx-xxx-xxxx
I'm going to kill him. Before I knew it I was up out of my seat and connected my fist with his jaw.
"You f.ucking b.astard my fiancé is sick and you decide to hit on me!" I grit my teeth. Harry's still hugging the trashcan, not sure if he understands what I'm saying.
"C'mon baby, we're going home."I coax him gently, he nods not asking about the doctor clutching his mouth on the floor. Thank god.
"He had an accident." I smile sweetly at the nurse who has her eyes wide at Dr. Fraisthorpe. Harry's as pale as ever and his grip gets weaker every second.
F.uck.
"Hey, hey, baby? You okay? Let's sit?" I quickly pull him in the waiting room chair.
"Nurse!" I shout when he completely passes out.
"O-oh my god, doctor!" Everyone's attention is now on me as I hold Harry in my arms.
"Miss calm down lets get him on the bed."
(A/N: Hi guys! Im currently sick, and got the idea of Harry's sickness off my own. Luckily I haven't had to go to the hospital yet, but yeah I have the stomach flu. I hope everyone is well and I love you all so much my vixens. -sam x.)
