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Summary:in which y/n is put on a strict no speaking order by the doctor
Fluff | Established relationship | Boyfriend Harry
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Y/N has been feeling a nagging sensation in her throat for weeks. It started off as a tickle that would come and go, but lately, it's been constant. She tried to brush it off, thinking it was just a mild cold or allergies, but it never went away.
One morning, she wakes up with a scratchy and hoarse voice. It's barely above a whisper, and she knows something is wrong. Y/N knows she needs to see a doctor. She tries to clear her throat and speak, but it's no use. The words come out in a raspy whisper.
At the doctor's office, Y/N explains her symptoms. The doctor looks into her throat and nods thoughtfully. "Your vocal cords are swollen," he says. "You need to rest your voice and avoid speaking for a few days. No yelling, no singing, and no whispering. Not even a peep."
Y/N's heart sank. She was a talkative person, she loves to talk about everything under the sun, and the idea of not being able to speak was daunting. She could honestly be chattering away about everything and nothing if given the opportunity to. The doctor prescribed her some medication and advised her to rest her voice for a few days.
Y/N walks into the apartment and drops her purse on the kitchen counter, sighing in frustration. Harry looks up from the TV and notices her expression.
"What's wrong, love?" he asks, turning off the TV and standing up then places his hand on Y/N's forehead to check for a fever.
"I can't talk," she croaks out, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What do you mean?" Harry furrows his brow in confusion.
Y/N shakes her head and tries to clear her throat, but only manages to produce a scratchy sound. She points to her throat and then pulls out a piece of paper and a pen from her purse.
I went to the doctor, she writes, handing the note to Harry. They told me not to talk for at least 48 hours.
Harry's eyes widen in surprise. "What happened? Are you okay?"
Y/N shrugs and writes on the paper again. They said my throat is inflamed and I need to rest my vocal cords.
"Oh no, Y/N, you've lost your voice," Harry says, sympathy in his eyes.
Y/N nods again, feeling frustrated and helpless. She's used to talking non-stop, and now she can't even communicate properly.
Harry takes charge, "Don't worry, we'll make it work."
The first day is hard. She has to resist the urge to talk, even though her boyfriend Harry keeps teasing her, saying, "What's that, babe? I can't hear you!" Y/N tries to laugh it off, but it's frustrating.
