One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

Harry is sick. (part 2)

A few days after you took care of Harry, you woke of feeling worse than you normally did in the morning.

 Oh no. Not today. Please, not today. You moaned into your pillow, hoping Harry would not hear you.

You slowly pushed yourself to sit up in bed and resisted the urge to throw up. Oh jeez. I feel like I'm gonna throw up! Covering your mouth just to make sure you didn't puke your guts out, you made your way over to your closet.

You removed your hand and quickly changed into a top and jeans.; you really didn't feel like putting much effort into anything today. You raced into the bathroom before anyone could see you and started to apply make-up so that your brother, hopefully, wouldn't take note of your pale face.

The truth was you were really dong this because you didn't want Harry to worry about you. He always had a lot to do, and you didn't want to add to his list. Besides that, if he found out you were ill, you knew he would obsess over your every needed—or what he thought were your needs. You knew he meant well, but you really just didn't want that at the moment.

You trudged downstairs and sat at the kitchen table, trying your best to act normal. Harry came down and immediately looked concerned. Dang it! Really?! Did my attempt at make-up really not work? 

"You alright?" he asked.

"Y-Yeah." you answered, but your voice abandoned your words.

"No, you aren't." he told you sternly, walking over to you.

"Goodness! You're warm!" he exclaimed as he quickly drew his hand back from where it had rested on your forehead.

"I'm fine."

You tried to move away from him, but he took your shoulders, so you couldn't escape.

"You're sick. Lie down on the couch while I get you some medicine. You probably got what I had. My turn to take care of you now, okay?"

You sighed, knowing he had won, and made your way to the couch.

You felt like you were going to puke when you lied down, so you covered your mouth and shouted for Harry. He rapidly grabbed a bucket and placed it in front of you. You started to cry as you threw up in the bin.

"Shh... I know. Relax, sweetheart. It's okay. Let it out." he hushed as he moved his hands under your shirt on your bare back, rubbing it softly up and down.

You finished, and he went back to gathering stuff for you. He returned with a collection of blankets, medicine, tissues, movies, a thermometer, and a wet cloth.

He draped a blanket over you and placed the tissue box on the table in front of you.

"Open up." he stated, gently slipping the thermometer under your tongue and turning it on.

You coughed a few times, but it still stayed in place, because he held it still.

It beeped a few seconds later and he took it out.

"Poor sweetheart." he mumbled upon reading the number.

You croaked, "What is it?"

"102"

You just groaned. Great. I get to feel like crud. You thought sarcastically.

"Sit up, love. Take some medicine. We have to get that down."

He tried to help you sit, but as soon as you reached an okay position you felt nauseous. Harry noticed and hurriedly positioned the bin. You got sick, and he rubbed your back and held your hair back for you.

Eventually, you stopped and leaned your body into Harry. Once he was positive you were finished, he got you the medicine and you willingly took it, because you were too exhausted to fight back.

"Go to sleep," he told you.

"I'll clean up. You look really tired."

He put your favorite show on and left the room. You nodded and fell asleep straightaway.

When you woke up, he was right beside you.

"How are you feeling honey?" he inquired after he saw your eyes were open.

"I-I'm okay." you lied.

"Alright I made you some soup. You need to eat it; you haven't eaten anything all day."

You told him no, but he ignored your protests and brought it to you anyways.

He managed to help you into an upright position without you throwing up.

You laid back into him as he slowly fed you little bites. After a few minutes, he couldn't get you to eat any more, so he disposed of the rest.

He put on a movie and you cuddled into him, falling asleep. He played with your hair, eventually falling asleep himself. Thanks to him, you were feeling much better in the morning.

A/N: Hi. So I did a second part to this, because people at the other spot I mentioned were asking for one. I will do a second part to any of my stories! You guys have to ask though. Thanks for your support. ALMOST 900 READS!!! IT'S UNBELIEVEABLE!!!! Thank you. :) -Rose