If Only He Knew...

Come With Me

The next day, Daisy sat in the living room with her laptop perched on her lap. Harry walked in and took a seat beside her. "Hey, what are you working on?" he inquired. "Just some stuff for the cover, but I can't show you until it's officially published," Daisy replied with a grin.

She then turned to Harry with a serious expression, "On a different note, I need to ask you something. Can you be completely honest with me?" Putting her laptop on the table, Daisy looked down at the floor and continued, "Last night when I wasn't feeling well, it seemed like you didn't really care. It's like you don't care anymore." Harry's eyes widened in shock as he heard her words. "Daisy, I was there for you all night. Of course, I care about you. You have to understand that," he said firmly. He got up from the sofa, unable to believe Daisy thought he didn't care about her.

Daisy felt a pang of regret as Harry left the room, and she remained sitting on the sofa alone. A few minutes later, she stood up and made her way through the open doors leading out to the garden. As she stepped outside, she saw Harry sitting on the steps, his head resting in his hands. Daisy quietly sat down beside him, and they exchanged a lingering look. Without saying a word, they embraced each other tightly.

As they pulled away, Harry leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Be upstairs in 15 minutes or else I'll have to do something to you." Daisy giggled at his playful threat, excitedly anticipating what he had in store for her. She quickly stood up, and with one last glance at Harry, she rushed back inside, eager to see what he had planned.

Fifteen minutes had passed, and Harry could hear no sign of Daisy coming upstairs. He felt a little worried and decided to head downstairs to check on her. As he made his way down, he saw Daisy coming up the stairs. Harry playfully walked over to her and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. Daisy laughed it off until Harry laid her down on the bed.

It was then that Harry noticed she had started crying. "Hey, what's wrong? Is your stomach still bothering you?" he asked, getting concerned. Daisy nodded and Harry pulled her up, holding out his hand for her to hold as they walked out of the room.

They went straight to the bathroom where Harry closed the door behind them. He helped Daisy sit down on the toilet while he grabbed the bin in case she needed it. Harry sat next to Daisy, rubbing her back soothingly. "It's okay, love. You'll feel better soon," he said in a comforting voice. Daisy felt a sense of relief knowing that Harry was always there to take care of her.

Twenty minutes had passed, and Harry was still sitting with Daisy in the bathroom. She was feeling better now, and she turned to Harry and said, "I think milk hates my digestive system." Harry nodded, understandingly. "Don't worry, love, I'll go out in a bit and get some oat milk for you. That should be easier for you to digest." Daisy felt grateful for Harry's attentiveness and care. "Thank you, Harry. I really appreciate it. I think I just want to go to bed now." Harry leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Of course, love. Wash your hands, and meet me in the hallway when you're done. I'll make sure everything is ready for you to rest." Daisy got up, washed her hands, and made her way to the hallway. Harry was waiting with a comforting smile on his face.

Taking her hand, he led her to their bedroom, where he had dimmed the lights and laid out her favourite blanket on the bed. Daisy felt overwhelmed with love for Harry. She got into bed and snuggled up next to him, feeling content and safe in his arms. "Thank you, Harry. I love you," she whispered. Harry pulled her closer, kissing her forehead. "I love you too, Daisy." Daisy settled back into bed, her head in Harry's lap as he lovingly stroked her hair. She looked up at him, a faint smile on her face. However, her expression quickly changed as she squirmed a bit, the pain in her stomach intensifying.

Feeling uneasy, Daisy got up, mustering all her strength, and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Harry watched her go, concern etched on his face. He waited patiently in bed, knowing that Daisy needed her space but wanting to be there for her as soon as she was ready. Realising that a hot water bottle might bring her some relief, Harry decided to take action. He made his way downstairs and rummaged through the drawers until he found one. He filled it with hot water, making sure it was at the right temperature to provide comfort.