Harry Styles Preferences

#9 When He Is Sick

You sit the bowl of soup down. He is wrapped in a thick blanket his nose and cheeks are flush red and his lips puffy. "101.5." You sigh looking at the thermoter. "Come here." He whine in his innocence you do and he grabs your face and kisses you. A day later you too call the boys and Louis ended up taking care the both of you.