The Way Things Change

Chapter 59

London was still cold compared to South America, even though it was end May. And like always this resulted in the lads getting sick. After the exhausting hours on tour, lack of sleep and all that, their immune systems were not at their best. And to make it worse, they took turns of being sick, starting with Zayn, moving on to Niall and Liam, then to Louis and finally Harry. I had to take care of all of them when their respectable girlfriends weren't around, but with Harry I was on constant bed watch. And apparently he had it really bad. The worst of them all.

"Here Harry, have some chicken soup. It'll do you good." I said timidly. He was lying in his bed, fully clothed and with a lot of blankets wrapped around his trembling body. He didn't protest, to weak to do so, so I stared slowly feeding him, making sure the soup wasn't too hot. It was not the first time Harry had been sick, but the first time since we were a couple. And I felt so bad for him. I didn't want him to suffer like this.

He started refusing to eat more after a couple of spoonful's. No wonder, since he had been emptying his guts all night. He looked so weak. So pale. And there was nothing I could do, but pamper him. This flu had to ride its course.

"I'll let you sleep then" I whispered, while planting a kiss on his burning forehead. His eyes were already shut, and it didn't take long for him to drift into sleep. I decided to use this free time to myself.

Going past the living room I saw Liam and Louis play PS4.

"Hey guys, I was just going out for a run while Harry is sleeping. Can you keep an eye on him if he wakes?"

"Sure Kate" they both replied without taking their eyes of the screen. They were furiously tapping away on the controls, probably consumed in a game of FIFA. So I let them to it. I didn't know what Niall was doing, I just knew he was out and Zayn was spending the week with Perrie, somewhere romantic, since they had been together for 2 years now. They would be coming home tomorrow night and for some reason the lads were all very exited. I had my suspicions as to why, but I didn't know for sure.

Like always I let my mind wander while running. Luckily I didn't have to do a programme today. It was a lovely spring day. I could hear the birds chirping, the faint smell of flowers filling my nostrils. My feet were pounding against the concrete. I took a sharp turn to my left, going into a little park. I loved it here. There were not many people, so you always had a bit of privacy. I raced between the trees, felling the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Maybe I should turn around? I had been gone for almost an hour already. And I still had to run back home.

Running back through the park, I didn't notice the world around me. Which turned out to be the worst thing I could possibly do. Taking the sharp turn right this time, my leg caught onto something, ripping my clothes and making me stumble. And just my luck, my already hurt leg hit into a fence. The kind with spikes. I let out a scream in pain. My whole right leg was gushing blood. A man, mid forty, hurried over to assist me.

"Oh dear, that doesn't look good. Does it hurt?" He asked, worry in his voice, while he helped me get up again.

"It's nothing. It doesn't hurt anymore. Just some scrapes. Nothing to worry about" I smiled at him, thankful for his helping spirit.