RUN AWAY || H.S

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟖𝟏

Harry's POV.

I squinted my closed eyes when something bright shone in front of my eyes making me turn my head towards the other side.

My eyes snapped open once the sound of Alana's registered my mind. I looked towards the semi-open bathroom door. The sound of dry-heaving from the bathroom can be heard.

I was quickly on my feet, then pulled some sweats on, and then walked into the bathroom. She was leaning over the toilet, still dry heaving, in my sweatshirt I quickly walked behind her and brought all her hair back and hold it in one of my hands in a ponytail and the other rubbed her back soothingly.

"Oh sweetie, are you okay?" I ask, still rubbing her back.

She turned her head to look at me, her eyes narrowed in a glare "Does this looks like I am okay, Harold?" she snapped making my eyes go wide.

"Umm uhh..." I was lost at words making her gaze soften.

"Shit. I am sorry. I feel like dying" she said once again turning her head towards the bowl and throwing up.

"Of course you feel like that... You didn't eat anything the entire day and then went out and had God knows how many vodkas" I moved to get some tissues to wipe her face once she was done.

"Ughh... Please kill me. Now" she mumbled slowly laying on the floor making me chuckle and shake my head at her.

I got up from the floor to get a small towel and wet it and then walked back to her and helped her to sit on her ass before I wiped her entire face since it was all sweaty.

Once her face was cleaned she leaned her head on my chest, we stayed there, quiet for a few minutes before she turned her head on my chest to look up "Are you mad?"

I look down at her pale face, lips parted, sweat forming on her forehead once again making me furrow my brows "Why would I be mad?"

She looked up at me "Because I sneaked out when you were asleep like a teenager and went to a bar"

I chuckled at her innocent tone "No, baby, I am not. I think you deserved that night. Just for yourself. Yeah, you should have told me but I understand" I leaned forward to press my lips o her forehead only to pull back instantly feeling her skin hot.

I brought my free hand to her forehead to check her temperature "Jesus, baby you are hot" I mumbled.

"You are so good baby but I know I look disgusting because I feel disgusting," she said, her eyes closing making me chuckle.

"No, baby. I mean you are hot. Sick or not sick but I meant you are burning up. And you don't look disgusting" I said, she pulled her body closer to me, almost dropping her whole body weight on me. "Come on, love, let's get you into bed. I am going to nurse you now"

I pulled her up with me to stand and drag her towards the counter to get her to brush with no help from her. It feels like I am dragging a dead body.

"Alright, darling, brush your teeth, yeah?" I said taking her toothbrush and putting some toothpaste on it before passing it to her "You can brush your teeth, right? Or do you need my help?" she didn't say anything other than glare at me which made me get my own toothbrush and start brushing.

Once we were done, I took her to the bed and covered her with the covers, I sat next to her and stroked her head with my palm "My head hurts"

"I am going to get you some ginger drink for your hangover then I am going to prepare some breakfast for us. Okay?"

She opened her eyes to look at me before muttering "Uh oh" I frowned at her.

"What is it?"

"You are going to make me drink your kale juice or some green juice, aren't you?" she asks hesitantly.