DEVOTION

chapter ten -

A/N: HIIMDONINUWOIWUDNOINIUN HEY BITCHES. 

Man, has it been a minute. 

Double digits, baby. 

Give me five chapters... Five chapters and shit will go down. I'm not joking. Ask Lina.

Okay... Here we go.

HARRY'S POV -

Fuck, my head hurts.

I got maybe two hours of sleep last night with the pounding migraine keeping me up. I don't know what really happened... Maybe I ate something weird. Holding myself over the toilet bowl I've seen more than the back of my eyelids in the last twelve hours, I hurl what I wish would be the last of my stomach's contents. I feel like I'm boiling alive with cold chills at the same time.

I should probably tell Jeff I'm sick, but I've not been able to get myself off the bathroom floor for thirty minutes. It's pathetic, but I let a tear fall, the thump in my head nauseating. I hate being sick like this, but throwing up is my least favorite thing.

There's a soft knock on the door and I almost shout until I hear the soft voice on the other side. "Harry, are you okay?" Eden. I didn't want her to hear that, it's so gross. "Yeah, yeah I'm okay." I try to lighten my voice despite how raw my throat is. Just as the words leave my mouth, a wave of nausea washes over and the cycle repeats itself.

She has lunch with Mitch and Sarah and I know she'll want to stay back and help... Not that I mind that at all, I'd like for her to spend today with me. But I don't want to spoil her plans.

It's silent for a few seconds and I almost think she left until I hear her voice again. "Harry... Can I come in?" She tests and I reach my arm over, twisting the doorknob enough for the door to creep open. She looks pretty, her outfit soft and bright.

"Oh my god." She steps in, closing the door behind her and crouching to press the back of her hand against my forehead, the skin cold against mine. "You're burning up." She observes more like she's thinking out loud, standing and grabbing a rag from the bathroom vanity, holding it under running water. "I'll be okay, you can go to lunch." I wave to her as she sits herself beside me.

"That's okay, have you eaten today?" She dismisses and I feel myself relaxing a little bit around her, the frustration leaving my mind. "No, I couldn't." I shake my head, closing my eyes softly when she presses the cold cloth to my forehead. She's careful with the action, soothing and light dabs against my sweaty skin.

"I don't want to spoil your plans." I sigh, the discomfort in my body getting tiring. "You're not, lunch happens every day... You're kind of like setting Mitch and Sarah up." She jokes and even to my own surprise, I let out a soft laugh. She's just trying to make me feel better. "Even sick, you're a good wingman." I smile at her words, opening my eyes. She's more focused on the cloth in her hands, her eyes switching all around.

I threw up a couple times and she's taking care of me, offering me help and making me laugh. She doesn't seem disgusted or grossed out, just caring and worried. I lean myself over the toilet again, bracing myself for what I'm sure will be more nausea. Eden gathers the loose hair around my face, draping it over my back and trailing her fingertips across my shoulder. "I'm gonna go get you some water." She mutters and I nod, holding myself up and I hear the bathroom door click.

It almost makes my headache worse, the feeling in my chest. That girl has no idea how much I already care for her... It's different now, and I feel a bit guilty about it.