Basically the life I dream of having if I was lonely and needed Harry to give me love.
One-shots/imagines/blurbs about Harry Styles.
Y/N - Your name because you're the cutest
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Synopsis: Y/N is sick and gang leader Harry hates it.
It was the middle of the night and Y/N still had yet to fall asleep.
She had been tossing and turning for most of the night and was starting to get infuriated by the fact that she was still awake. It probably didn't help that she was coming down with a fever and desperately wanted to get out of bed to throw up the contents of her dinner from this evening.
Beside her was her husband Harry who was also the leader of one of the biggest gangs in the country. He had had a long day of bringing in shipments and ordering people around to the point where he collapsed in exhaustion once he got home. She didn't want to wake him up after the turmoil of the day he had experienced.
However, she had no choice but to run out of bed and into their connecting bathroom, throwing up into the toilet, tears leaking from her eyes at the uncomfortable feeling and the terrible taste. She didn't know what was wrong with her to be exact but she could only assume it was some dodgy cafeteria food.
She threw up again and the sound drowned out the footsteps walking into the bathroom and coming up behind her. She felt someone pull her hair back as she continued to be sick.
When she had finished, she pulled down the toilet seat and collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion as she felt her entire body ache. She opened her eyes with all the strength she had and looked to see Harry crouching in front of her, "Hi baby," He whispered, his heart hurting at the painful look on her face. "Feeling sick?" He whispered, wanting to keep his voice down in case she had a headache.
"Don't feel good Harry," She pouts and makes grabby hands for him.
He wastes no time in picking her up and allowing her to clutch onto him like a little koala bear. "Let's get you cleaned up first hmm?" He kissed the side of her head and walked over to the sink, perching her on the counter and allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder as he put toothpaste on her toothbrush since she had little strength to keep her head up.
"Open baby," He said, her mouth opening so he could brush her teeth. He also reached for a cloth and ran it under the cold water, wringing it out and pressing it onto her skin in hopes it would cool her down.
"You've got a fever bug." He frowns, hating the fact she was in some kind of pain.
"M sleepy." Is all she says in return and he realised she wasn't really all there right now considering she was tired and dizzy and very sick.
He picked her up and placed her on the bed, laying her down and lifting her pyjama shirt over her head. He pulled her clothes off and worked as quickly as possible to get her into a new pair of panties and a clean night shirt.
