Living La Vida Loca - Harry Lewis & ChrisMD

Chapter 53: Bookmark

-Kyla's POV-

"I don't want to get up," I sniffle.

"Me either, but it's already 2pm and we should eat," Harry says, briefly kissing the side of my head before standing up, "Go take a shower and I'll make us some food."

I sigh as I sit up, "Okay."

A few days ago, I came down with some kind of sickness. I was determined to lock myself in my room until I got better, but Harry called me later that night telling me he also had a fever. Since I didn't want to get George and Arthur sick, I've been staying with Harry the last few days.

I walk into the shower and wait until I see the water steaming before stepping in. The worst thing about this illness is I keep going from being absolutely freezing to a million degrees.

After my shower, I walk to the bedroom in my towel and see Harry left some clothes out for me. I quickly change and grab my trusty box of tissues before walking to the kitchen.

Harry stirs some soup around in a pan before turning off the stove. He ladles the soup into two bowls and brings the bowls and some crackers to the kitchen table.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asks, "You look better."

I shrug, "My throat still kind of hurts and I'm tired, but I'm definitely getting better. How are you? I still feel terrible I got you sick."

Harry shakes his head, "Don't be. I'm just glad you didn't have to go through this alone. This shit sucks."

I laugh a little before taking a small bite of soup, "This just made me feel ten times better. It's definitely the best thing I've had all week."

"You can never go wrong with canned soup," Harry says.

As I keep eating, I suddenly feel a sneezing fit coming on. I reach for the tissues, just as Harry starts uncontrollably coughing. It feels like it's never-ending, but eventually I stand up and throw out the tissues and grab him a cold glass of water before saying, "We're a mess."

"I was supposed to film four sidemen reacts today, so I'm not too mad about it," Harry jokes.

We spend the rest of the day on the couch, watching movies and playing card games. By 8pm, I'm exhausted and ready for bed, despite waking up at 2.

While Harry goes to take a shower, I climb into bed and pull out the book Evelyn gave me and a highlighter.

I'm about a quarter of the way through when Harry walks out with wet hair.

"What are you reading?" Harry asks as he rubs a towel through his hair. I turn the book around, revealing "10,000 Baby Names."

Harry's eyes slightly widen, "You didn't pull an Evelyn, did you?"

"No," I laugh, "Evelyn got two of the same books at her baby shower, so she gave me one. Mainly so I can help her, but it's also fun to look for baby names for myself."

Harry raises his eyebrows, "Yeah?"

My cheeks warm up, "Yeah. Not that I'm planning on having any kids soon, but it's fun to look."

Harry gets into bed as he asks, "How many kids do you want to have?"

I bite the inside of my lip, not expecting to have this conversation right now. We've never once talked about actually having kids, not even after Chris and Evelyn found out they were pregnant. I have no idea if Harry even wants kids.

"Somewhere between 2 and 4. I want at least one boy and one girl, and I've always wanted to have a boy first," I tell him, "What about you?"

Harry looks at me intently, "I'm pretty similar. I've always wanted two boys and a girl, but I think that's just because that's how my family is."