Broken || h.s. AU (Special Edition)

Chapter 26 - Sick Day

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Chapter 26 - Sick Day

Julia's P.O.V.

I sit at the end of the couch with my legs crossed, Harry's feet in my lap as we both huddle under a blanket. A trash bin of tissues sits on the ground between us, close to overfilled.

"My head hurts..." Harry groans for the thousandth time, jutting his bottom lip out as his brows furrow deeply.

"Mine does too..." I sigh back to him, frowning just as deeply.

This is basically how Saturday evening and all of today has gone, both of us complaining endlessly and tossing the tissue box back and forth as needed.

We've squabbled on everything there is to fight over.

We fought over who has to go refill our mugs with tea; he did, who has to go get the next bowl of soup; he won that one to my irritation, what show to watch next- we've gone through the entire series of Sherlock, and of course there are frequent accusations of stealing all the blanket.

But besides that, we've both been relatively happy to sit together, unhappy.

"This is your fault." He grumbles, tossing his pillow at me. I just pull it into my lap, placing it over Harry's feet and folding my arms on top of it.

"And which one of us had the bright idea it to kiss someone who they already knew was sick?" I retort coldly, keeping my eyes on the screen as Doctor Who drones on.

"Do we have to watch Doctor Who? It's so stupid." He gripes.

"So was kissing someone with a cold." I say evenly, leaning to pick up the remote. I turn up the volume in hopes to drown him out.

"I want my pillow back!" He complains and I scowl at him.

"Then you shouldn't have thrown it at me."

"I'm sorry." He starts and I hand the pillow back to him.

"That you got me sick..." He mumbles under his breath, putting the pillow behind his back.

"It's not my fault, jerk!" I protest, shoving his feet off of my lap.

His legs slide off the couch, pulling the rest of him with it as he thumps to the floor.

I snicker at that, pulling the blanket closer around me.

He huffs, glaring at me as he sits up, raking a hand through his matted curls as he staggers to his feet.

"Could you get me some pancakes while you're up?" I ask sweetly.

His eyes narrow at me.

I only smile innocently in response.

"I'll make you a pancake." He grumbles, but before I can stop him, he pulls the blanket off of me and plops down in my lap, spreading the blanket over himself.

I huff, trying to push him off. He ignores me, leaning his back against my chest as he sits with his legs crossed, eyes on the T.V.

"How much do you weigh?" I gasp out, shoving against his back. But he doesn't budge once, letting his body relax into mine.

"163." He mumbles distractedly.

I groan loudly in pain. "You're crushing me, get off!"

He turns his head to look at me, jutting his bottom lip out childishly. "I wanna cuddle..."

I can hardly breathe under his weight, shoving as hard as I can against him again. "No, get off of me!"

"Baaabe..." He whines, rolling off of me and onto the couch.

I eagerly suck in a deep breath, glaring at him as viciously as I can. But he doesn't seem to notice, shifting closer to curl into a ball, leaning into my side as he continues to let out a long and wordless whine.

"I said no cuddling. You lost that privilege when you sat on me."

"But baaaabe..." He whines again, resting his head on my shoulder as he hugs his legs to his chest.

I sigh loudly in frustration, folding my arms as I pull the blanket off of him sharply, spreading it over my lap.

He whimpers in protest of the sudden cold, a shiver wracking his body as he cowers into my side.

I try my best to ignore him, but it's like trying to look past a neon sign.

But finally I can take it no longer as I spare a glance down at him.

His eyes are closed, his brows furrowed deeply as he pouts his bottom lip adorably.

His entire body is curled into a tight ball as he leans into my side, nuzzling his face into my shoulder.

I can't help but relent, cracking a small smile as I wrap half of the blanket around his shivering body.

He hums in content, a sleepy smile appearing on his lips as he wraps one arm around my torso tightly, hugging me closer.

"Harry..." I laugh a little, squirming in his uncomfortable grip.

"M'cold..." He barely mumbles into my shirt, squeezing my waist again.

"If you really think we need to, I can go get us another blanket, sweetheart..." I chuckle, raking my hands through his dark curls.

"Nooo, don't leave me..." He protests softly, peering up at me.

"Well you keep saying you're cold-"

"Just cuddle me." He instructs me quietly, burrowing his face into my shoulder again.

I roll my eyes, continuing to comb my fingers through his soft hair.

"You're such an idiot..." I murmur affectionately, kissing the top of his head.

He hums in reply, smiling and tilting his head back as he puckers his lip for a kiss, his eyes still closed.

I laugh quietly, pecking his lips quickly.

He grins, nuzzling his face into my shoulder again.

"I love you..." He murmurs blissfully, kissing my upper arm lightly.

"I love you too, you nerd." I chuckle, pulling the blanket higher on his shoulder.

Neither of us bother to turn down the sound on the show, we just both sit together.

After a few minutes, I feel Harry's body relax as he slips asleep.

My arm has long since fallen asleep, but I can't find it in myself to care at all.

And eventually, I let my eyes close and allow myself to slowly drift off into dreams.