I need him H.S Imagines

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

Synopsis: Y/N is a hypochondriac and Harry wants to take care of her. 

"Harry..." A voice whispered in the darkness and pulled him out of unconsciousness. 

"Baby... Go to sleep, I'm right here." He tried to pull her into him but was met with thin air. His eyes opened and he looked to his side but Y/N wasn't there. 

Instead, she stood up on the side of the bed with tears streaming down her face, her hair all over the place and one pyjama leg bunched up around her knee. 

Immediately, Harry sat up and pushed the duvet off his legs to grab her wrists and pull her into him so she was standing between his legs. Her arms wrapped around him and he rubbed his hand up and down her back as she sobbed into his neck.

"What's wrong m' girl? What's the matter?" He cooed, feeling the worry creep in.

"I threw up in the toilet." She sniffled, "I don't feel good."

His hand immediately went under her shirt and he felt the warmth of her skin and the stickiness of her forehead as she buried herself further into his neck. "Oh my love." He whispered, knowing this was much more than feeling sick.

"I'm so scared." She sobbed, her breath catching in between words.

"What are you scared of hmm? Tell me." He pulled her onto his lap. 

"I'm scared," Her chest caved as she declared the thoughts that were running through her mind the minute she had woken up with an upset stomach. "I don't want to die." 

His eyebrows furrowed, "What do you mean baby?" 

"I typed into Google and all these things came up saying if I wasn't going to get better I could die." She explained.

Harry sighed, "What have I told you about googling your symptoms?" Her eyes watered and his heart broke, he couldn't bare the thought of her being in any sort of pain. 

"You're not going to die, baby." He assured her, "I won't let you."

She exhaled a shaky breath, "I'm scared I'm going to be sick like last time." 

The last time Y/N was sick, she had to go to hospital for a week on an IV. Harry had never felt the type of pain he felt when he watched her fall in and out of consciousness for the first three days. Ever since, Y/N had been taking immune boosters and a weekly IV drip to boost her immune system and make sure the chances of her next getting sick were slim. 

"Hey," He wiped her tears with the pad of his thumb, "Breathe."

He inhaled a breath and waited for her to follow him until they were breathing in sync. Harry grabbed her hand and gently placed her fingers over her pulse, "Feel that," He whispers, "You're okay." 

She nods and he tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "I won't let anything happen to you." He continues. 

Her lip wobbles, "You promise?" 

"I promise, hey enough tears. We need to try and get you better." He wipes her tears away and lifts her shirt over her head quickly pulling his own off his body and onto hers. 

She snuggled into his chest and hid her face away, Harry brushes his fingers through her matted hair as he carried her down the stairs and to the kitchen. He places her on the countertop and goes to grab the medicine from the top of the fridge. 

"Here you go," He pulls out the grape-flavoured liquid medicine and pours it onto a spoon.

Y/N pouts and shakes her head, "I know you don't like it baby but it's the only way you're going to start getting better."