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You're tossing and turning in bed, eyes trying to sleep. But you can't. Harry was sleeping soundly next to you. Arm draped around your small waist.
'Haz' you softly whisper.
He doesn't budge but shift slightly to get more comfortable. His face nuzzling in the crevice of your neck. You whisper one more time before he groans and wakes up, switching the nightlight on.
'What is it, love?' He asks.
'I don't feel good' you let out soft tears.
'Does your tummy feel sick?' He asks.
You nod your head, sluggishly sitting up. Harry had gone out for a moment just to come back with fresh towels and grabs the trash bin, placing it beside him.
'Come here' he whispers, taking your hand in his.
Your body lays on top of him. Head buried in the crook of his neck. He drapes his arms around you, holding you tight before placing a kiss to your forehead.
'Try get some rest. Yeah?' He encourages.
You nod your head, already feeling better curled up in his arms. He closes his eyes, humming softly to get you to sleep. Which eventually you do. But an hour in, you're throwing up.
'Oh, baby' he runs his hand through your hair as you cry softly in chest.
His other hand rubbing shapes under your pyjama top. He places a sweet kiss to your temple and for a moment you just close your eyes. The soft touch feels nice.
'Let me just clean this up. Ok?' He lets go of the kiss and you groan.
'Nooo!! you're warm. Please stay' you whine.
'It'll only be a minute butterfly' he whispers.
Harry slides from under your body, pecks your hair before making his way to the bathroom. Moments later he's back and you reposition yourself comfortably. His hand rubbing your back to get you to fall asleep again. Eventually you do, letting light snores fall from your lips.
'Sleep well butterfly' he whispers, slowly falling asleep too.
